Bustin Back Lyrics - Singles - Do Or Die

Motherfuckers bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back (2x) 

Verse 1 

Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door 

Nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz 

Took a shot at the door, nigga you ain't know 

Ain't no art of that war, fuck war 

We can take it to the streets, muthafuck bone an it's on when we meet 

Never ride alone 'cause I roll one deep 

Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep 

In the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city 

It's a pity when you fuck with the chi 

Nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot 

An why, 'cause you fuckin with the bitch killa 

Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla 

'cause I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a bone killa 

Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga 

Step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome 

Infared beam an it see that your gone 

Not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong 

Motherfucker wanna run up then it's on, lets go 

An you been up to some, no play 

I'ma catch you on yo off day 

Hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play 

Nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap 

An yo style an yo life too 

Ain't no tellin what we might do 

Rap-a-lot muthafucka, an I'm down with the right crew 

An now I call for the right 2 

Split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic 

Boom! did yo dawg an you like who 

Switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon 

(chorus 2x) 

We some windaz, k-i-l-l, kill be killed 

(mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back) 

Verse 2 

Nigga what's all that bluffin 'fo 

Steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes 

Steppin wrong to the sny or do or die, 

The whole c-h-i gonna roll 

So what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal 

Disrespect the wrong town, clown 

Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill 

Just gotta pull it, clone what 

An leave yo whole click get struck 

Fuck around left bone stuck, bone fucked 

All your boys hollerin bone duck, what was that 

Children cryin fo tellin 'cause we be goin to work 

This chi town cap peela 

Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute 

Yo punk don't play so you better get a little 

Nigga want war pack the atf blast out 

Yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out 

Get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out 

Nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch 

An shout right now from the lexus 

Fuck bone 'cause it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it 

Stick it, stick it, bitch now what? 

Verse 3 

I'm sick of all this bullshit 

Watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it 

Can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't wanna be you 

An ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two 

My four-five gonna meet you, bone 

Thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the chi town armory 

Hit 'em all when they come wit these 

Caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3 

Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be 

When you come here from that east 1999 

For fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap 

An what you lookin for, you gonna find 

Losin holes in my gold gat 

In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh 

I know your high on green, you messed 

Pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up 

'cause we blast y'all keep in wit the masters 

An I'm in it to win it, will I serve a bitch 

I'm my brothers keeper til i, die an deserve this bitch 

(chorus 4x) 

Verse 4 

Better be remotivated wit a mack 10 

Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion 

Bullets crash we load them thangs 

So muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain 

I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain 

Well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain 

Say my name, a to the muthafuckin k 

On that note nigga I close yo casket bastard 

That flower shit thats high an drastic 

Supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me 

That y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit 

Ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard 

Our click to serve a bitch 

Only chi town niggaz do run it like this 

Only chi town niggaz do run it like this 

Only chi town niggaz do run it like this 

Take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads 

We'll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold 

My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip 

An leave yo whole crew sick my dick 

An you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones 

Dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one 

That all you bitches better dodge for life 

You want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life) 

(chorus 4x)