The Legendary Traxster - Bustin Back lyrics

Motherf**ers bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back (2X) Verse 1 Mutha f**az at, war, an they line up at the door n***a what you robbin me for, bailin with the k**az Took a shot at the door, n***a you ain't know Ain't no Art of that War, f** war We can take it to the streets, muthaf** Bone an it's on when we meet Never ride alone cuz I roll one deep Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep In the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city It's a pity when you f** with the Chi n***a if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot An why, cuz you f**in with the b**h k**a Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla Cuz I'm a straight at war, n***a f** a Bone k**a Every b**h come ride wit a grown n***a, never zone n***a Step into my zone, n***a feel tha vibe of a chrome Infared beam an it see that your gone Not many men that'll k** in they zone, we strong Motherf**er wanna run up then it's on, lets go An you been up to some, no play I'mma catch you on yo off day Hit yo a** in the head wit a bat time to war play n***a hoes, an yo wife too, f** yo b**h an your rap An yo style an yo life too Ain't no tellin what we might do Rap-A-Lot muthaf**a, an I'm down with the right crew An now I call for the right 2 Split yo muthaf**in head down the center like like atomic BOOM! did yo dawg an you like who Switch b**h 'fore you ask what which would you die soon (Chorus 2X) We some murderers K-I-L-L, k** or be k**ed (mutha f**az bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back) Verse 2 n***a whats all that bluffin 'fo Steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes Steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die The whole C-H-I gonna roll So what up b**h, you done f**ed up now, pal Disrespect the wrong town, clown Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta k** Just gotta pull it, clone what An leave yo whole click get struck f** around left Bone stuck, Bone f**ed All your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that Children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work This CHI town cap peela Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute Yo punk dont play so you better get a little n***a want war pack the ATF blast out Yo whole gun started k**in b**h faster, I hit the stash out Get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out n***a, dash out, mash out, hit the next b**h An shout right now from the Lexus f** Bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it Stick it, stick it, b**h now what? Verse 3 I'm sick of all this bullsh** Watch a muthaf**a full flip, when I pull it Can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't wanna be you An ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo a** wit a three-two My four-five gonna meet you, Bone Thug a** harmonies, you can't f** wit the CHI town armory Hit 'em all when they come wit these Caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3 Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be When you come here from that East 1999 For f**in wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap An what you lookin for, you gonna find Losin holes in my gold gat In full a** do you muthaf**az do you hoes laugh I know your high on green, you messed Pa** out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up Cuz we blast y'all keep in wit the masters An I'm in it to win it, will I serve a b**h I'm my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this b**h (chorus 4X) Verse 4 Better be remotivated wit a mack 10 Masked a**a**in blastin, k**in mutha f**az pa**ion Bullets crash we load them thangs So muthaf**az seen hoes who strain I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all b**hes adapt to pain Well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain Say my name, A to the muthaf**in K On that note n***a I close yo casket ba*tard That flower sh** thats high an drastic Supposed to be, y'all b**hes ain't cold to me, it was told to me That y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an sh** Ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard Our click to serve a b**h Only CHI town n***as do run it like this Only CHI town n***as do run it like this Only CHI town n***as do run it like this Take yo wig, flip you b**h, cross our roads We'll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold My 9 millimeter, oh sh**, 1 clip, 2 clip An leave yo whole crew sick my dick An you hollin hot ones, my n***as be hollerin hot ones Dig my sh** then I shot one, does that mean I got one That all you b**hes better dodge for life You want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life) (chorus 4X)