Head Buster Lyrics

featuring Big Ed Mr. Serv On

[Soulja Slim/Big Ed]

Chorus

We suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us

The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust

[Soulja Slim]

It's do or die on the streets that I roam that I roam

That's why I never leave my gun at home gun at home x2

[Soulja Slim]

Shit niggas not goin put the chest these days

Niggas catch it down bad and bust your motherfuckin head

Put it like that, should have had your gat but nigga you chose to slip

And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip

Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home

I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rome

But you on guard, I don't stun in front of these pussy poppers

I'm from uptown so you know I got to get you partner

I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks

And I got quick reacts and I bust em back and hit somethin

Fuck the stuntin, me and myself

might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin

Straight dome shot, leave you bald

might go on my face and fuck em all

Then walk off with an innocent look on my face

Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace

running like I'm running a race

Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me

Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second

Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal

Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real

I suggest you don't fuck with us

Suggest don't fuck with us

I suggest

Chorus x2

[Big Ed]

We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim

Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them Soulja Slim - Head Buster - http://motolyrics.com/soulja-slim/head-buster-lyrics.html

Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit

Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip

Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting

Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin

A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain't scared to bring it

Nigga I'm tryin to leave the streets behind

and put in no wax and singing

And nigga keep my gat trown up like ????

Trigger finger itching like crabs

Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab

Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats

Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that!

Chorus x2

[Mr. Serv-On]

It's the S to the E to the R to the V

to the O to the N to the T to the R to

the U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A

Can't carry ya, drama marry ya

Step across this fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker

I straight deal ya

Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog

Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog

I'm still asking the lord to bless me

these niggas persist to test me

After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me

I'm ready to lay my claim niggas know the game

Ain't shit changed, five hundred dollars

I'm soed up and I'm still creeping

Round the corner with my mask on

got my gloves on, ready to get my fucking blast on

So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank

You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can't

So I'm tired of you motherfuckers

asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors

It's all tank love, fuck the others

It's real nigga (real