Bust At You lyrics

Artist  : Fat Joe 
Song : Bust At You



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[Talking]
Excuse me while I sing to you
I'm
being real and that's the thing to do
I'm just
living and loving
Smoking and fucking (Yeah
uh)
Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist
this beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get
no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly,
throw back ya heard me)

[Chorus]
I'd
rather touch you, yeah
(We ridin' on these
niggas come on)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
(Yeah, Terror Squad)
I'd rather touch you,
yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)
(Stunna,
Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather
bust at you

[Fat Joe]
You motherfuckers
must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the
eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby
baby-baby
It's the kid still holdin' the
crown
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a
pound
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be
actin' like them niggas do dirt
Come to find
out they ain't put in no work
An now my
feelings is hurt
Cause they decided that they
wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end
of the Earth
Cause I'm a motherfuckin'
rider
You can see the pain in my face
Got
no problem exchangin' the hate
They got me
fightin' a case
And if I blow will I face a
fifteen
And I'll probably do it all in the
pen
But yo I'm livin' with it
Death before
dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand
deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha
Death
before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A
thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You
motherfuckers need to know
that

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you,
yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd
rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust
at you

[Baby]
Hey Joe
We gon' ball
like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a
guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun
time
Out of line, I bust with my tech
nine
Choose ya loose, I give ya the
blues
Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass
crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the
Lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back
stacks
It's the Birdman baby come and holla at
me later
Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em
later
First you, go to the mall and you ball
like a dog
And we drop the car, then holla at
ya boy
Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread
with the boy
Joe, they breakin' bread with the
boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the
boy
Win or lose I ride for my boy
It's the
B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
We mash on bustas
and we flip these bricks
nigga

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you,
yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd
rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust
at you

[Scarface]
Niggas tell me money
talk
But bullshit is walkin' out on four
feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole
street
I'll be a nigga till it's said and
done
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya
die cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal
cocked cause these niggas on my block
bang
Right up the street from where the cops
hang
And in my head I hear Pac sang
And
then them rushin' memories make me cry till I
can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I
happen to die
That's how I lived, ain't no
sense in me lyin'
My whole life's filled with
danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My
neighborhood's full of gangstas and
drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for
position
The demon has risen from out of
prison
Now I'm losin' my religion
That's
how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with
you
Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm
bustin' at you
So fuck you
dude

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you,
yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh)
'Stead I'd
rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires uh
come on)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech,
my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick
my uzi straight like that)
I'd rather touch
you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather
bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like
that)

[Scarface talking]
Dedicated to
my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the
house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on