504 BOYZ

504 BOYZ - We Bust lyrics

(silkk talking)

Ok p, I think they done fucked up now, right?

We have to bring the headbusters down

From that 504, y'all know wha w bout, ya heard me?

Chorus [krazy] 1x

These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us

We bust

I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.

Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep

The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[halloway]

I'm from that 405 backwards

Wherei fell in these tractors

Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.

I'm from the terrordome

Where niggas sport hair and bone

And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.

No love for hos

Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed

Set you up

And get cut

And act like they don't know fuck

I'm from that dirty

Where niggas will kill behind that birdie

We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[g-spade]

War and collide

Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die

Hit yo' block from both sides

Gc's sick and tired

These niggas don't play

Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game

Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain.

Better ask them niggas do they really want war

They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' spade dawg

Shit's real

Get your cap peeled

Feel your blood spill

Keep this snub, no steel

Cuz these thugs will kill

[valario]

It's war wit' this six slugs

Known to sell drugs

Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck

Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust

504, nothin' but murderas among us

Ghetto commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.

Tso know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.

504, the westbanks comin' real

504, them other niggas know the deal

Chorus 2x

[

Silkk the shocker

]

Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.

We make niggas go to the fedz, so they can relocate.

While y'all do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.

If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.

War, we about that nigga

Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga

Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga

Cuz we about the figgas

Still about the triggas

To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut

Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much

Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.

No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.

Project nigga, sip henny in a cup

19 on the sedan, come through 20's on the truck.

Thugged out

Nigga, I love this clout

Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the south

See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.

They'll put it there, where your chest at

Tank around my neck, y'all better respect that

I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

Chorus 2x

(krazy talking)

Now

Fuck it

Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga

Ghetto commission nigga

And that nigga silkk

Haha, and krazy

I'm just thuggin'

It's all love, babay

This no limit shit deep nigga

You niggas can't swim

Don't get in the muthafuckin' water

Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch

We don't give a fuck

It's ain't no love

Nothin' but thugs

Drama!

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