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SINGER: Do Or Die
SONG:Bustin Back
[featuring lil chilla of the snypaz] Mutha fuckaz bust at me you better believe i'm bustin back (x2) Verse 1 Mutha fuckaz at war an they line up at the door Nigga what you robbin me for bailin with the killaz Took a shot at the door nigga you ain't know Ain't no art of that war fuck war We can take it to the streets muthafuck 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 fuck with the chi Nigga if i die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot An why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla Cuz i'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a bone killa Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga Step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome Infared beam an it see that your gone Not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong Mutha fucka wanna run up then it's on, lets go An you been up to some, no play I'ma catch you on yo off day Hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play Nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap
An yo style an yo life too Ain't no tellin what we might do Rap-a-lot muthafucka, an i'm down with the right crew An now i call for the right 2 Split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic Boom! did yo dawg an you like who Switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon (chorus x2) We some windaz, k-i-l-l, kill be killed (mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe i'm bustin back) Verse 2 Nigga 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 bitch, you done fucked up now, pal Disrespect the wrong town, clown Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop i gotta kill Just gotta pull it, clone what An leave yo whole click get struck Fuck around left bone stuck, bone fucked 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 Nigga want war pack the atf blast out Yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, i hit the stash out Get the cash out, i get the gas out, then we mashed out Nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch An shout right now from the lexus Fuck bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it Stick it, stick it, bitch now what? Verse 3 I'm sick of all this bullshit Watch a muthafucka 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 ass wit a three-two My four-five gonna meet you, bone Thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck 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 fuckin 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 ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh I know your high on green, you messed Pass 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 bitch I'm my brothers keeper til i, die an deserve this bitch (chorus x4) Verse 4 Better be remotivated wit a mack 10 Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion Bullets crash we load them thangs So muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain Well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain Say my name, a to the muthafuckin k On that note nigga i close yo casket bastard
That flower shit thats high an drastic Supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me That y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit Ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard Our click to serve a bitch Only chi town niggaz do run it like this Only chi town niggaz do run it like this Only chi town niggaz do run it like this Take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads We'll brake your souls, like triple ??? they said we cold My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip An leave yo whole crew sick my dick An you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones Dig my shit then i shot one, does that mean i got one That all you bitches better dodge for life You want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life) (chorus x4)
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