Let's rise, for the international head bussa Wassup Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy B M E click, who are you? I'm Lil Jon, okay We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike and I'm ready to fight Checkin' out my steel killin' every punk nigga in' sight We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl,uh what you say? Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth I'll murder all of y'all bitches in' da middle of da street And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me Straight knock yo ass out in' to captivity Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide It be nothin' shawty till the day that I die We strive, on tearin' heads up And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up We don't give a fuck about havin' no click The A got my back and ain't takin' no shit Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa I speak my mind, 'cuz bitin' my tongue hurt Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt I'm a mothafuckin' rida, 'cuz I thought y'all knew And I reppin' nothin' even it's twenty of you I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead Watch what ya said lil' shawty, I'm makin' bread Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z And shawty matter of fact these trill G's and dub's We ain't talkin' behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust I'm by myself, but bein' alone makes you strong I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa ATL off da chain' down here Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you goin' disappear You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles Straight info on hata like be chumpin' off turned brothas Beatin' in ya door with dat clip on da tech Beatin' down ya block in' that 89' Chevy Tellin' stupid bros we throwin' bows that we ready Screamin' "Swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me Yeah shawty, I'ma ATL slugga Knockin' out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz Shawty be sayin', "Scrap you cool boy" But I known in' my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa We some head bussa, we some head bussa We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa © PRINCE OF CRUNK MUSIC; SWIZOLE MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com