Gone Be Sum Sh*t - Da Headbussaz

Now what you b**ches wanna do

What you b**ches wanna do talk some sh*t

Get your a** beat black and f**king blue

By the new dangerous crew

Da f**king HeadBussaz

They turned us down for w**d in they hood

Cause they ain't trust us

Them niggas nothing but bustaz

They knew we had them skull bussaz

In our back pockets

Ready to rob and bust them you hear me

I gotta dust them off like some old books

Cause they f**ked around with some old crooks

I'm talking bout King

I'm talking bout Fiend

I'm talking bout that ni**a Juicy

On the f**king scene

We got these auto's with them

Quieter's twisted at the tip

For no sounds nothing but silence

When these b**ches rip

And rip a b**ch head clean from they gold chain

Cause these boys had them gassed up like propane

I bring the pain like ten Taliban's on a

And we ain't quitting until your muthaf**kin heart lose ni**a

If you ain't from Memphis Tenn

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some wild muthaf**kas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from New Orleans

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some crazy muthaf**kas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from Chi Town

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some gang banging niggas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from ATL it's gone be sum sh*t

They some scrappin' muthaf**kas

Who you f**king wit

What you know bout the muthaf**kin North North

In the hood niggas drinking smoking Newports

All them old school players bumping Too $hort

If they got that fire w**d they put in two torts

And them killing drug dealers

Mane they stay in court

For that slanging or that killing or some child support

If my ni**a go to jail we gone hold a fort

Riding around bumping system with the cd distort

You can call me mister d-o-p-e

With the glock then I p-o-p

Don't have my change it's a d-e-a-d

Written on your forehead don't f**k me

We keep artillery you might can't see

Hiding in the bushes or a scope in the tree

So don't be playing with that ni**a Juicy

They might find your body somewhere overseas

If you ain't from Houston Texas

It's gone to be sum sh*t

They some syrup shipping niggas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from Mississippi

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some rope hanging niggas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from Alabama

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some head busting niggas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from Cashville

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some robbing muthaf**kas

Who you f**king wit

Hands down this for them scams

And that are saying by the pound

Tilt the scale we just playing

Laying they a** in the ground

Gram baggers coke handlers and lb movers

Yeah man pack your sh*t

Cause I can see right through ya

To these bustaz drug smugglers

That's under the world

All for the love of the girl

F**k up my nadir

We swirl quick dust

Making off with the furl

You step on it three times

And do your thang on the world

Uh huh only talking what I used to

Y'all do what you do

Highly grow one seven

And we messing with that voodoo

Got colors yellow down to the doo doo

You wouldn't short we could moved you

Stick you like some glue too

Serve your a** like the lunch line

Point blank you want something of mine

On the block nothing to find slide to the alley

Don't need the work badly

But fill prescriptions gladly you heard me

If you ain't from Arkansas

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some kidnapping niggas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from Dallas Texas

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some Mexican niggas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from Miami

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some d**e pushing niggas

Who you f**king wit

If you ain't from St Louis

It's gone be sum sh*t

They some pimp juice drankers

Who you f**king wit