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koopsta knicca - front a busta (original version) lyrics

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[chorus: playa fly sample]
front a busta with some bab
get that hoe for her fifteen

[verse 1]
my niggas skinny, gin and scarecrow’s
always gettin’ they f-ckin’ duck sicked
when i get to f-ckin’ my hoes
i’m dumpin’ them trizzick like down in a ditch
paul he get them groupie hoochies
runnin’ to that purple thang
lil fly slangin’ dope and ‘caine
stay about that hustle mane
crunchy black keep sweatin’ that dope track
got them junky b-tches comin’ back
then he got that gat
let that shit ka-rat-a-tat with that
blood all on my cross
cuz a nigga bit the dust
seasonly i pop the slug
b-tch the koopsta knicca don’t give a f-ck
i read the revelation, think about my situation
waitin’ on a low wage job but in my heart i have no patience
call up my nigga friend to hit ’em with a (?) ten
i had to touch ’em, had to stick ’em for them dividends
and barred them niggas up out my hood
and send a f-ckin’ shot
who called the folks? who called the feds?
who called the f-cking cops?
oh well, i won’t be sittin’ up in a jail cell
to make my pockets swell i make you b-tches burn in hell

[chorus: playa fly sample]
front a busta with some bap
get that hoe for her fifteen

[bridge]
get that hoe for…
front a busta…
get that hoe for…
front a busta…

[verse 2]
nigga should finna be droppin’ the green
i be down with the koopsta ain’t comin’ clean
i’m makin’ them stangs, i’m splittin’ they brains
i’m droppin’ these b-tches off somethin’ mane
b-tches be testin’ my pimpin’
as if i really was a babbage nigga
comin’ straight outta that north for real-la
the koopsta knicca’s a cap peela
though i’m not like dracula
b-tch this time it’s a psycho man
the bl–dy glock mister
blood stuck in the chest b-tch
the koopsta the knicca’s a scandalous
winter, spring, summer, fall oh fella
i’m creepin’ in all types of weather
knockin’ these tricks in like down in a ditch
break a b-tch quick, i love this shit
i break my f-ckin’ black back
slangin’ crack up on that dope track
a b-tch tried to keep my shit
trick so i dropped off something like that
that bizness with that sh-izz-it
l-izz-ead caliber nigga d-izz-ick
murder-murder, redrum, body numb
in a ditch trick with a bunch of
b-tches wrapped up in some plastic
they got blasted
i take yo shit and sorry b-tch
you gets no f-ckin’ casket
nothin’ but some bullet lead
stuck in your motherf-ckin’ head
triple 6 engraved in red
got you busta b-tches scared

[bridge]
get that hoe for…
front a busta…
get that hoe for…
front a busta…

[chorus: playa fly sample, until end]
front a busta with some bap
get that hoe for her fifteen



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