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Bust a Rap
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On Tour
Jazz
Bust a Rap was released on January 1, 1994 by Laid Black Productions as a part of the album The Creeper
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1994
LabelLaid Black Productions
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Much cocks to pop, I get around like 2Pac
**** choppin', watchin' 'cause I fuck a lot
But I ain't trippin' off no hoochie
I got love for my **** that knew me
Ho, you better hit the road
'Fore I jump like a frog or a toad
Bitch, I'm outta here
I gotta do this shit like last year
Yeah, I'm a playa
Number one dice share and a hoop playa
Oh, I laid it down
I'm that **** quick to clown
Bitch, you better get on
My shit ain't black, my shit's chrome
Man, I gotta spit this shit and
Pass the shit to Shyne B
Youngalicious gon' get busy
It's the figgity-Foggy, figgity-Foggy, figgity-Foggy man
It's the figgity-Foggy, figgity-Foggy, figgity-Foggy man
Two days of heat and now it's windy
Retaliation 48 hours strong involved in beef
I'm in the lab with the action jackin' L to the C
Speakin' on behalf of all my **** in D&D
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at, ****
And how you throw them thangs without them fuckin' triggers
Gangsta shit is what I spit 'cause I'm on hit
Game from the heart that's steady pumpin' 'cause we droppin' it
Down and dirty, got the Philly blunts comin' through
Hoes be sayin', "Foggy, man, can we do you?"
I think not 'cause nowadays it's a death trap
A sucker'll put a slug in you
Gat pull your bitchin' back, sprung on a bitch, I'm used to tossin'
Let me tell you bustas better look both ways before crossin'
You can't be slippin' in the trey, bruh
If it gotta go down, go down like a murderer
Deeper and deeper, you feel me?
To all the fallen soldiers in the swamp, man, rest in peace
Shiggity-Shyne, Bigga Dee B and I'm on one
Now Westy Snipes but I'm hot like the burnin' sun
Give me my, give me my, give me my props
Real **** get love, chop kings get dropped
Here I go, here I go, here I go again
We gettin' heard in every hood, run, tell a friend
It can't be stopped, just jocked, so get on the wagon
The dark berry's gettin' merry with my pants saggin'
Startin' shit like Scottie Pippen
Gangsta limpin', my family's strong 'cause it ain't no simpin', ****
That's how I do it in nine-trey, ****
Yeah, come on, Mac Delicious, let's kick that shit, ****
Yeah, it's time for me to bust that sick shit
Y'all check this shit out
Yeah, it's delicious, you know, the classic
True to the game 'cause I had to have it
No need in trippin', just pass the dank
You tell me what it is, I'll tell you what it ain't
Conversate for a minute, won't stay too long
Get caught slippin' and your life is gone
'Cause a jacker jack, kidnappers kidnap
And I ain't the one goin' out like that
I tore it off 'cause it really wasn't worth it
Childish **** always talkin' that turf shit
My foot was to the pedal, gas to the floor
Headed down the street to the liquor store
I got my gin for juice, don't need no cut
Put the dank in the zaggs then I roll it on up
Feelin' kinda good 'til I caught some funk
It wasn't nothin' major, it was one young punk
He ran up in my face with a.22
I took the toy out his hand and said, "I thought you knew"
I didn't wanna kill him, he was only fourteen
But he got an ass whoopin' like he never seen
I said, "You're lucky you're not just a little bit older
Of me bein' a **** with a heart that's colder"
After I checked, gave him back his pistol
Told the young buck to stay pumped for Frisco, ****
And that's how we bust that shit
Here I come
And it's 1993 and we doin' that shit
You got D&D and Young Lex
Knowin' damn well I'm down for the sex
I ain't payin' no ho
I just get on the mic and throw a little flow
Yeah, bitch, I'm givin' you game
Punk ass **** wanna put shame in my name
Ho, I got all that—ah, fucked up
And we loungin' in this motherfucker gettin' busy
That's alright, we up outta here, man, cut us off
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