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Busta Phree
2,861
Hip-Hop/Rap
Busta Phree was released on January 31, 1996 by TenSix Records as a part of the album Half Thang
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Release DateJanuary 31, 1996
LabelTenSix Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

Lyrics

Did a little bit of jail time, now I'm back in the house
And I'm jonesin', and you know what I'm thinkin' about
Sex, and in the studio gettin' mine
Ain't dropped a tape since, uh, '89
I was crossed up by some brothers that be jackin'
So, if you bought that tape and felt that it was lackin'
Here's that missin' link, and my apologies extended
That shit jumped off but that ain't how it was intended
But yo, peep it, I'm the creator of that old shit
You know it fa sho, that's why my old shit hit
And now I'm to the head, I'ma let you fools see
What Double R can do solo, 'cause I'm busta free
Busta free, hey, ooh, in the night
Straight solo, he's solo
He's busta free (hey, hey, yeah, yeah) in the day
Straight solo, straight solo, yeah
But now that jailhouse is full of brothers that be bustin'
But I can't bite, I'm not that **** to be trustin'
The drag and the drama about the things they be havin'
See them fools on the street, and I be laughin'
'Cause they tore back, oh, where your Cadillac at?
Oh, now it's in the shop, fool, you sniffin' hop
And gettin' dime thangs trick, them screens ain't even clean
That's a damn shame, all that time, you was a fiend
But look, that ain't that the half, I heard 'em worse than that
They got brothers in jail with a hundred G's stacked
That ain't impossible, I've seen brothers that raw
But now when commissary come, this **** don't even draw
He jocks my sack, "Yo Rich, shoot me some soup"
Hey, what's the scoop? I thought you had a hundred G's, troop?
Get off my dizick, support your own damn habits
Quit dry draggin', and actin' like you livin' lavish
You's a struggler, straight broke, that's no joke
Usin' heroin, speed, crank, and probably white dope
Tellin' lies 'cause you was bunkin' with me
I couldn't wait 'til my release date to be
Busta free, ooh, in the night
Straight solo, he's solo
He's busta free (ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) in the day
Straight solo, straight solo, yeah
Now you can bounce, rock, skate, and roll
But don't side bust, 'cause brother, I trust
That you could peep the game in the script I spit
And ain't no shame in my game, I kick that saucy shit
Now I can't run my caper, spend a boatload of paper
Without one of these old marks catchin' the vapors
They wantin' to hang out and fight for me at my shows
Dog the blunts, and show-stop on the hoes
I'm gettin' sick of this busta shit
I'm 'bout to blast out, stab out, smash out
And try my best to get further
Before these cats in the town make the double catch a murder
And on the stand when I enter my plea
I'm straight guilty, one time, but now I'm busta free
Believe that
Free, free, yeah
Straight solo, he's solo
Free, free, ooh, yeah
Straight solo, straight solo, yeah
Oh, the funk is on, is on its way (it's on it's way)
Coming every night and every day (everyday, yeah)
Oh, the funk is on, is on its way (on it's way)
Coming every night and every day (everyday, yeah)
Hey (hey, hm-mm)
Coming every night and every, everyday
Coming every night and everyday, yeah
Written by: Daryl Anderson, Richard L Serrell
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