Yeah yeah yeah yeah my name is, Bust-Down-Some'n
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
And I am alongside, Alkaholiks-In-Some'n
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Shit feel good nigga, what the fuck y'all want?
Mm-mm
Let me feel on some bitches, with this bully foot rap

Now, every-time-I-give-y'all-shit-that
Blow up the spot, fuck what you got
And bless and execute strategical plots
That's to "Extinction Level Event" these wack niggas offa this block
Me and Tha Alkaholiks havin a drink, watchin' y'all niggas get sick
Holdin ya stomachs 'til you earl in the sink
The type of dude I never put in my clicks, because you funny
And you be sittin' down with your legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so-called
Niggas who like to boast we let your bodies float along the coast y'all
This very given moment, opponent, niggas like you
Ain't allowed up in our circle 'cause we don't condone it
We love to microphone it, perhaps
What we gon' do instead is give y'all gutter beats and raw sewage raps
And for the last thing that I'ma make clear
That when we present watch your step when you be comin' round here

[Chorus]
Every-time-we-give-y'all-shit-that
Blow up the spot (fuck what you got, we got)
Shit for the East and the South and the West coast
We blazin' hot (controllin' the block, you better)
Watch-yo'-head-while-we-bust-somethin'
To make ya duck (said get down nigga what?) You know
We-got-shit-that-make-y'all-wild-out
To bounce in the truck (Aye yo, get with the funk, y'know)

This world's tryin' to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me
I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley
Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me
Bitch what you think I wanna do, the hokey pokey?
Her boyfriend Smokey said he was gonna smoke me
Her daddy crazy loc he tried to beat me and choke me
And she still want me, keep blowin' up my Noki'
Tryin' to provoke me to fall for okey-dokey
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
I'm just spittin' liquid in the middle of the pit
Turn it up a bit, burn it up and hit the bomb
I'm iller than Sadaam takin' Carrie's mom to the prom
Cool and calm, Macken-Ro, Likwid don
Bust rounds with Busta Rhymes, then I roll up, one
You got ice I got ice, but who nice on these mics?
(You motherfucker!)

[Chorus]

We out for justice so bust this it's Busta and the Alkies
niggas wanna know the secret but they just can't get it out me
So they talk that shit about me but to me that's never not
They pop that shit across the room while I down another shot
I smoke a hefty bag of doz and black out, and lose composure
Close my eyes and throw a bottle (I'm fuckin' up) this party over
I still got that flare so just stare from over there
Cause I'm so accurate with guns I put parts in niggas hair
So I declare war, Tha Liks, we fierce competitors
The feds be checkin' fo' us writin' letters to these editors like,
"Tha Liks is veterans, they straight from California
We ain't even give a fuck when they sprayed that beer on us" like
{Rah raraow) Just like a Dungeon Dragon
Taggin' Tash up on the wall while my pants is saggin'
Draggin' niggas through the mud clear blood all through the club
The quickest way to show some love is let a nigga hit your bud

[Chorus]

Writer : GEORGE L. SPIVEY, RICARDO SMITH, JAMES ROBINSON, TREVOR SMITH
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group