Head Buster

[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 for the chest these days Niggas catch ya 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 the extension clip In to your dome, that news gon meet ya momma home I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rum But you wanna draw down and stunt in front of these pussy poppers I'm from uptown so you know I gots to get you partner I've been doin this and you just jumped off the porch with the new jacks And I got quick reaction to bustin back and hit somethin Fuck the stuntin, me, myself Im twirkin somethin and hurtin somethin Straight dome shot, and when ya fall Got that look on my face like 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 ain't bout no more murder charge catching Down here them people blues ya, lose you in a second Get convicted for life, now you trying to appeal Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played it 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 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)