Текст песни 504 Boyz - We Bust
504 Boyz - We Bust слова песни
Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right?We have to bring the headbusters downFrom that 504, ya`ll know wha w bout, ya heard me?These bitch niggas can`t fuck wit` usWe bustI guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deepThe life that we livin` we can`t slip or sleep (chorus)I`m from that 405 backwardsWhereI fell in these tractorsWhere niggas ride around wit` 20`s spinnin` on adaptors.I`m from the TerrordomeWhere niggas sport hair and boneAnd there`s one major label in this city, and each is own.No love for hosCuz they`ll leave you wit` your shit exposedSet you upAnd get cutAnd act like they don`t know fuckI`m from that dirtyWhere niggas will kill behind that birdieWe use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.War and collideFuck wit` us and fo` sho dieHIt yo` block from both sidesGC`s sick and tiredThese niggas don`t playThinkin` it`s a fuckin` gameBitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin` brain.Better ask them niggas do they really want warThey`ll tell you ah, nope, not wit` Spade dawgShit`s realGet your cap peeledFeel your blood spillKeep this snub, no steelCuz these thugs will killIt`s war wit` this six slugsKnown to sell drugsDown south, thugged out, never gave a fuckEverybody in this muthafucka down to bust504, nothin` but murderas among usGhetto Commission rippin` them niggas up alone the choppers.TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.504, the Westbanks comin` real504, them other niggas know the deal[Chorus x2]Nigga can`t be fucked wit`, dawg, nigga, no way.We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.While ya`ll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.If I gotta do somethin`, shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.War, we about that niggaFuck wit` my clique, I doubt that niggaLeave the keys in the car, hop up out that niggaCuz we about the figgasStill about the triggasTo myself, type of nigga that`llstay in the cutLil` quiet ass niggas, really don`t say muchHatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin` to make up.No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup19 on the Sedan, come through 20`s on the truck.Thugged outNIgga, I love this cloutPut it down for my niggas, plus I love the SouthSee these niggas that I roll wit`, don`t gotta second guess that.They`ll put it there, where your chest atTank around my neck, ya`ll better respect thatI don`t fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you`ll catch that.[Chorus x2]NowFuck itMurder your muthafuckin` ass niggaGhetto Commission niggaAnd that nigga SilkkHaha, and KrazyI`m just thuggin` It`s all love, babayThis No Limit shit deep niggaYou niggas can`t swim Don`t get in the muthafuckin` waterCuz you`ll get a bomb bitchWe don`t give a fuckIt`s ain`t no loveNothin` but thugsDRAMA!