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bustaz talkin' shit - mayz road kartel lyrics

[chorus: big eli]
bu*bu*bustas talkin’ sh*t, finna get f*cked so let me grease the d*ck
bu*bu*bu*bu*bustas talkin’ sh*t, finna get f*cked so let me grease the d*ck (4x)

[verse 1: guice]
1*double 9*to the v, uh
n*ggas don’t believe a n*gga like me could blow
got a ballpoint and a fat joint, finna write sh*t getting deep in that ass once more
k*n*a*double p*y, n*ggas knee high running up talking sh*t to my cl!ck
m*r*k, east side, motherf*cker, snubnoze with the microphone running this sh*t
what you gon do, bad boy, what you gonna do? just like a cop i’ll pop on that ass
don’t need a billy club, just a swisher and a dub sack and a little cognac in my glass
‘member punch a clock on a funky hot factory, now i got a knot that could ever choke a horse
f*ck, a 9*to*5 gotta go, now you know i made my dough slanging snow at the corner store, of course
’64 chevrolet, everyday rolling at the strip, bumping sh*t by my n*gga tre*8
5*0 tryna find crack on the ride, looking hard, all they find in there’s snubnoze tapes
1971*9*24, don’t you know that’s the day when a player was born?
came up in a neighborhood as a thug, where the crackheads smoke and the b*tches be h*rn
country ass n*gga coming hard, got my n*gga black on the 4*tracks and the korg x3
gonna take a break in a minute, fire up a swisher sweet, then we gonna drop another fat beat
gotta give it up to the pimps, young n*gga smoking hemp, sipping yak, bumping snubnoze, biatch
death to you bustas, punk motherf*ckers, n*ggas can’t rap so they wanna talk sh*t…

[chorus]

[verse 2: guice]
gonna get down like craig
but i’m not a mack, i’m a pimp getting paid for this sh*t
m*i*double s*i*double s*i*p*p*i finna make a n*gga rich
ashes off my blunt hit the streets, motherf*ckers didn’t know i could flow on a track like that
n*ggas try to bite what i write, but i grab their cordal spines, finish n*ggas like mortal kombat
red, white and blue waving in the air, but they don’t care
bout a n*gga like me getting paid
got my own people brainwashed, give a n*gga little power and now he wanna treat his folks like a slave
but it ain’t sh*t, got a plan, put the mic in my hand and let’s motheruckers know where i’m coming from
dumbiddy*dumb, got the tommy gun pointed at motherf*ckers, leaving bodies numb
is the knappy headed n*gga coming at you one time, motheruckers better act like they really know
who the best, “oh the east or west?” motherf*ck the rest, mayz road running sh*t, really though
pop the top of the alizé as i lay down on a king size, finna write a funky rhyme
head bumping to a beat, take the cheef from the middle of a swisher sweet, fill it up with a dime
snubnoze in the motherucking house 1*double 9*5, n*ggas better know the deal
m*r*k coming to your area, gonna break the barrier, dropping nothing but the real
one up to the pimps, young n*gga smoking hemp, sipping yak, bumping snubnoze, biatch
death to you bustas, punk motherf*ckers, n*ggas can’t rap so they wanna talk sh*t…
[chorus]

- mayz road kartel lyrics

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