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Fat Joe - Bust at You

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[talking]

Excuse me while I sing to you

Im being real and thats the thing to do

Im just living and loving

Smoking and fucking (yeah uh)

Out here on the grind, yeah (alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)

If I cant get no love then I can touch you

(shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)



[chorus]

Id rather touch you, yeah

(we ridin on these niggas come on)

stead Id rather bust at you (yeah, terror squad)

Id rather touch you, yeah (its goin down my niggas)

(stunna, face, joe crack the don)

stead Id 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

Its the kid still holdin the crown

Now that they give it Im holdin a pound

And Im lookin for some bustas who be actin like them niggas do dirt

Come to find out they aint put in no work

An now my feelings is hurt

Cause they decided that they wanted to murk

But ima chase em to the end of the earth

Cause Im 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 Ill probably do it all in the pen

But yo Im 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]

Id rather touch you, yeah

stead Id rather bust at you

Id rather touch you, yeah

stead Id rather bust at you



[baby]

Hey joe

We gon ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga

Im a guerilla on the streets but its 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

Its the murder man mack, I stash in the lac

I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks

Its 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

Its the b-m gangsta, the d-boy click

We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga



[chorus]

Id rather touch you, yeah

stead Id rather bust at you

Id rather touch you, yeah

stead Id rather bust at you



[scarface]

Niggas tell me money talk

But bullshit is walkin out on four feet

Thats why Im ridin on ya whole street

Ill be a nigga till its said and done

Im 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 cant stop man

Tell my mama Im a killer if I happen to die

Thats how I lived, aint no sense in me lyin

My whole lifes filled with danger

Never been a stranger to homicide

My neighborhoods full of gangstas and drive-bys

And niggas fightin for position

The demon has risen from out of prison

Now Im losin my religion

Thats how Im feeling when Im fuckin with you

Cause I dont fuck with you, now Im bustin at you

So fuck you dude



[chorus]

Id rather touch you, yeah (terror squad, facemob uh)

stead Id rather bust at you (cash money millionaires uh come on)

Id rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)

stead Id rather bust at you (lick my uzi straight like that)

Id rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)

stead Id 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 dont stop

Come on

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