Mista Busta, where the fuck you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat Your dick on hard from fuckin' your road dogs The hoods you threw up with, niggas you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth Make ya bow down to the Row Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, lil' ho Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah, it's me so I'ma talk on Stomping on the easiest streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud and stay low-key BG, 'cause you lost all your homie's love Now call it what you want to You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you Hah, yeah Hell yeah Hah, know what I'm saying? Yeah
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