Bustaz E

For them bustas I can't be caught up. Love for a ho is for them bustas I Can't be caught up. Love for a ho is For them bustas I can't be caught up. Trust no beast, love no trick, that's how my Daddy taught Now fuck that, I'm back motherfucker. It's the lyrical king, niggas, the clinical Grab-the-mic-and-make-a-miracle. Half of y'all cappin' off, I gotta vent you. You come barkin', but you leave, leave on a Stretcher. And I ain't scared to open up your Head and fill it full of lead. And now your mama wonder why you're dead. I hook hoes like crack, learn how to act. You buck Spade, you get your mean cup smacked, Mister. All my niggas keep polos and pack triggers. A posse thick that ain't scared to try to Kill you. I smoke special blunts rolled to perfecto. So shorty call head so we can go get On this dough. Hit the mall, find a section For the Polo clothes. Hit the blunt, all up in the party pullin' Hoes. What's up, Spade? What's up, nigga? You look high as hell. I'm on that bill, hella killer, nigga, can't you Tell? Love for a ho is for bustas bustas I can't be caught up. Love for a ho Is for them bustas I can't be caught up. Trust no beast, love no trick, that's how my Daddy taught me. Love for a ho is for Them bustas I can't be caught up. If I'm that pimp player dick, the Cold Stone That y'all know Meaning that I keep my business To myself and no knows. Always keep my stash spot, always comin' real pimp Love for is what I get, so ride on You, just deal with me. Rolex on my arm, But no charm gold on my You don't see This shit because I keep it with my big Boy sets. Hoes, yes, they chose, but I choose Not to show you most. Lookin' at my wrist, My hand is tucked, you don't know what's up Spade will start you turnin', now you learnin' that I'm fake and pimp Hoes was in the club, Now you askin', you short a pimp?" Trick'll smile too, now she lookin' in my glass Of wine Check the diamonds on my Rolex, See if I got time. Boy, a forty-five, Ladies first, yes, I come to play But I See some niggas lookin' at me, think that player Hate Man, that's a shame, jealousy will get you Niggas killed Last on the track, from the block, I still come equipped Since 1995, keep it goin' Steady. Still runnin' the shit and can't none y'all Niggas Near Bullshit