a couple cars I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip
you wanna love the life you have to live And I don't matter how much I earn Cos I always get my fingers burned When the man gets down to his business
the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-
live down there, in the middle of nowhere They've never drove through Indiana Met the man who plowed that Earth Planted that seed, busted his ass
My t-shirt says 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia Like Charlie Daniels' Back in the crib, I'm watching Reba I hear the helicopters, police bust the door down
G You one, why they wanna fuck with us When they know my posse is crazy and they down to bust Big Rich, take no shit from these busta ass tricks Check
heart is in it Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise Special effects will be created by an editor's splice The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin' Bust
trouble you found 'Cause we diss ya, then issue The critical beat down He needed money I would always come through Needed a car he could use mine too But bust
down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox The posse was there, but it ain't right Fuckin' police lights Its all going down
to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a
a future in it We're headed for self-destruction Can't function, only thing I can do is pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down
the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson Deck him in the left eye, murder sit down
you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk [ice-t] Sometimes I get illy, cock back the nine-milli I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass silly
a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all
that you never wanted These streets is taunted Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down
my ear, real slow and then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload music for the hardcore beat down
to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move
we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot