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mausberg - busta lyrics

[intro]
hi, are you a buster?
just ask yourself these four simple questions
one, do you often get jacked up by your homies?
two, do you often peel out when real riders come by to kick it?
three, do you often get socked up for no reason?
just because the homies are told bank
four, do you always put more on the sac than anyone else?
and you don’t even smoke bud
if you answered yes to any of these questions
then you probably are… a buster
did i, did i say that right? buster?

[verse 1: mausberg]
my definition of a busta: a n-gga who ain’t down for sh-t
talkin’ loud at the mouth, but first to hit the fence
when the drama sparks, real g’s pull deep
and coward–ss n-ggas be runnin’ for safety
i beez the n-gga, to put your whole core
first on the list is that hard–ss n-gga from your boulevard
khakis and chucks, black hat wit’ a cane
n-gga where you from?
(i’m from te-)
that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout, knowing youse a piru or crip
but we both got on black, so ya head h-lla twisted
but wait a minute, i think i know these from somewhere
you instigate fights and walk around with that mean stare
but now you claimin’ you ain’t bangin’, but it’s all good
empty yo’ pockets and we be solid as wood
cause i’m a gangsta, plus a hustla
i see that sign on yo’ face
dog, i think that youse a busta

[chorus]
no matter where you run
no matter where you hide
you always be a busta inside
youse a busta
(god d-mn, youse a busta b-tch)
(and god d-mn, i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ hustla trick)
no matter whatcha do
no matter matter who ya crew
the busta always shines on you
youse a busta
(god d-mn, youse a busta b-tch)
(and god d-mn, i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ hustla trick)

[verse 2: mausberg]
anotha case of the busta virus
spread wild, like plagues and like violence has been here for decades
dog, pull ya pants up, cause i’m knowin’ youse a b-i-itch
stay ten feet, cause rumor is youse a c-i-itch
and i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ you tickle me elmo–ss n-ggas
fickle as f-ck, that’s why you label the elbow–ss n-ggas
sw-ngin’ on nuts, then get love
n-ggas manipulatin’ yo’ -ss, smokin’ all yo’ buds
you from the hood now, cause you done smoked a pound
n-ggas splurge in yo’ herb and then ride in yo’ ‘burb
and you went from master to menstural
pockets and wallabees to khakis and house shoes
i remember you from high school, you was scary as f-ck
when the riots jump off you was hidin’ like a poodle
but, in 9-9 that’s gon’ change, rest in peace
youse a coward n-gga wit’ a busta mentality

[chorus]

[verse 3]
now it’s a thousand ways to explain a busta
number one, they ain’t no hustlas, they punk m-th-f-ckas
real n-ggas say what they want, fake n-ggas say what they can
it’s all about being a man
it ain’t no question i’m steppin’ with real m-th-f-ckas
puttin’ the smash down on n-ggas that we call bustas
preppy b-st-rds, raised in lancaster
cupcake face or just that n-gga that run fast-er
why dash from a fight when you got two fists?
on the phone you was talkin’ sh-t, now youse a b-tch
i’m the realest m-th-f-cka you know, so why play?
when you knowin’ i’mma catch yo’ -ss tomorrow
learn to keep yo’ mouth shut and you won’t get f-cked up
disrespect, i’ll break yo’ neck, so punk what?
i’m do or die, cause he fly
i’m a hustla and youse a busta

[chorus (2x)]

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