Head Bussa Lyrics - Singles - N.o.r.e.

[intro] 

Head bussa... 

Head bussa... 

Head bussa... 

Head bussa... 

[chorus] (4x) 

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa) 

[verse: noreaga] 

Hey yo... 

Yo, n-o-r, you can catch me in my favorite car (car) 

Drop lex, black truck, gordo the lazy r 

I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far 

And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all 

I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what) 

And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up 

I'm like whatever god, ain't a nigga better guard? 

I rock a neptunes beat like it's a leather garm 

Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher 

See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa 

You see it's God favorite, he built the project bricks 

Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits 

No re-my, I'm good with just water and fish 

Thugged out militainment see we focused - bitch 

Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot 

Or you can catch me in la, with a mexican midget 

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[chorus] (4x) 

[verse: noreaga] 

Yo, yo... 

See I'm a philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a dutch chick 

Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shit 

Jo-se (jose) I'm so relaxed it seems 

The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine 

Shit star tek (star tek) I hold my gun in the raids 

And I can make planes crash through a two-way page 

Niggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics 

Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards 

But that's aight cause I'm a still make more 

And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw 

I make songs for the poor niggas 

The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki-ki-kickin' your door niggas 

Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break 

I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late 

She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person 

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[chorus] (7x) 

[bridge] 

Duh... 

Ain't a damn - thing the same 

Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (n-o-r) 

Millionaires, that change the game 

That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain 

Don't calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa' sho nigga) 

Kill for money, the raw and the caine 

Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga 

Fix your fingers, show me what you are 

[verse: noreaga] 

See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell 

That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell 

And them def jam niggas put that paper behind us 

We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us 

Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us 

We in the 'lac truck, them niggas in path-finders and-uh 

The crime scene like n.o.r.e.!, n.o.r.e.! 

People wanna scream they like n.o.r.e.!, n.o.r.e.! 

Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too 

We in la getting' sucked off in malibu 

A new-car, ask the jake, they call me no shit 

Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit 

And hold this, yea nigga just know this 

I always drink henny, hardly know the 'cris 

Straight monster-wrist, I keep a ill beat 

And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak 

[bridge] 

[chorus] (8x)