Bust Yo Shit

[E-40] You refreshed, don't want no static I stretch my blow like elastic, what you need tycoon? Yaper or plastic, my back against the wall Hubba rocks in my jaw, mouth full of spinach fetti Fetch'n go-getters, hitters on my team on my squad Ready to smash you niggas; ready to do our job In the cut with them 16-year-olds that I recruit Ready to bust a nigga shit, you better not hit dip or boot I spit, nothin but the best of the sloop The soil, the gutter, the unrecouped I'm slick like this like I look (like I look) I ain't gotta touch it no mo', even though I used to cook The book of sugar, the tragic magic, the plastic, the habit (Habit) The fiends gotta have it (gotta have it) MAYYYYYYN (MAYYYYN) is my favorite (is my favorite) Not from New England, but I pack a Patriot (Patriot) [Chorus: Rankin Scroo] Alright, yo! Bwoy if ya run up, then ya get done up Run come test, I will bust your shit Yo you betta splurt, before ya get 'urt Back up offa dis or I'm gon' bust your shit Yo you don't be 'round me I could bust your shit Take my chip me I'm gon' bust your shit Run off your lip me I'm gon' bust your shit Bust your shit, me I'm gon' bust your shit aiyyo [B-Legit] Check it, yo yo, yeah, aiyyo I'm from the block where the lil' deuce cock back No need to stop there, go 'head, go on and act like you act Gloves be black, plus I feed bleed with mac One or two stacks, put yo' head on no fix flat With no getback, I get back to where the bricks at Serve birds and from the curb serve Kit-Kat Split that, feel that, and then I hit that Big back, whole bunches know I spent that I'm a boss on location, vacation for the whole unit Hundred grand let 'em know I'm doin it Hundred man's what I'm crewin it Put my foot with the ankle and the shoe in it You can bust yo' guns but now I bust yo' lip And that's Click spit so don't you trip (HOEE!) We stay high and we move zips And only cop Bents fully loaded when they come with the kits [Chorus] [E-40] Bumpin your gums'll get your pumpkin put on display (on display) Off with his head he wasn't usin it anyway I told him to park his tongue but he kept on jaw-jackin and shit Pillowtalkin and motormouthin and tryin to impress that bitch Thinkin he bulletproof, just drunk a fifth of courage juice Outside of the party loose, with a empty bottle of Grey Goose Mad dog'n and talkin loud, feelin his Wheaties and oats (oats) Comin at a player sideways in front of my cutthroats I said, "This nigga just high, give that nigga a pass Don't take that nigga life," but he kept on talkin trash I walked away and laughed (ha ha) but he knew he had it comin That lil' nigga startin bustin, this lil' nigga started runnin Rrrrrrrrah, rrrrrrrrah, left his ass leakin With a hole in his chest and his head on the pavement gaspin for air bleedin And he cain't believe it, one night'll change your life forever Disrespect a pimp and I'ma bust yo' shit! Uhh [Chorus] [Rankin Scroo] Yo, me spit the writ, me Sic'Wid It, me ready to bust your shit Fit me fit yes me physical fit In de mornin when me wake up get me rule pon' strip I am a true playa, me love the music Fassi why ya me chew, you is a nitwit You talk more shit den {?} If ya keep on talkin y'all gon' get ya head split Run rudebwoy before me bust your shit, shi-di-di-dit [E-40] Let me explain to ya See I've been analyzin the whole shit right I mean it's like If a nigga get out of line a nigga bust your shit right? That's real talk, e'rybody know that right? But at the same time, you can't underestimate a motherfucker A nigga might just look a certain way A motherfucker might have a certain look that he got on his face You can never underestimate, the regular motherfucker mayne Cause you don't know who that nigga cousin is You don't know who that nigga family is mayne A nigga'll bust yo' shit nigga, you just don't know this shit nigga All they gotta do is give the word, y'knahmean? All you old niggas, all you young niggas! You don't know who these O.G. niggas is plugged with You young niggas, and all the old and all the old niggas Don't know, who the young niggas is plugged with It's motherfuckin, it's a motherfuckin uhh, ripple effect This shit go 'round and 'round like a merry-go-round mayne You hit this nigga, that nigga gon' hit you You hit him, he gon' hit you His family gon' hit you, his family gon' hit this family It's gon' go on and on forever mayne That's what bust a nigga shit is mayne But we gon' tear this shit off mayne, y'knahmean? We quick to step on a nigga toe, and say excuse me to the nigga And the nigga get quick to say, nigga I'ma kill you {*echoes*}