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    Fat Joe / Lyrics

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    "Bust At You" Lyrics

    Fat Joe feat. Birdman, Scarface, Cam'ron and Baby

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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
    This song was submitted on September 11th, 2009 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Alan Maman, Bryan Williams, Gary Lee Cooper, George Jr. Clinton, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, William Earl Collins.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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