Method Man - Bust Shots (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Kaos Brought] Uhh huh, The remix Uhh, Yall know what it is Koas Brought Method Man, (2 Times) Sack of funk, (Uhh) Company Records, (What's up B-Way) [Chorus 2X: Kaos Brought] Bust shots, Holdin down the rock for the west-a s**as want static, I upload the teck-a Hustle from the block, Shot, Been livin Viesta Busta who I be, The k to the aos-a [Method Man] Church, Now, Uhh Ohh, Like ??? Man if Mef ain't that sh** by now, I'm soon to be When I choke hold mics, I don't give em room to breathe I'm just doin me, But b**h if your fine, I'll do ya free By now if yall don't know who it be, Don't make me tell Just know that a k**a mic, Like that kid from ATL If you fail a plan, Baby plan to fail Man my game ugly, As that n***a Sam Ca**ell I'm so funky, I can't even stand to smell, (Come on) Life's a drag, Roll it up, Hand in hand Don't get comfy, I'll clip your style like a monkey Even then you'll need more than Aston Kutcher to punk me My 4-5 bars, Just one shot will clear the block like it's time for 106 & Park Staten Island droppin your a**, We mean business We quick to put a shot in your a**, Like free clinics [Chorus] [Kaos Brought] See d**h around the corner, Now I'm all up on ya Silencer on my 4-5, Yeah I'm bout to dome ya You tell by the weed, That it's California I-A ready for gun play I'm masked like OJ from the 5-0 on the freeway for the game n***as is wack and lame I'll knock out your jaw frame and make you mumble my name I'm thirsty, n***as can't work me The Uda, p**y recruiter, Sharp Shooter, The hood remover Bullets is all net, That mean I shoot right through ya Kaos Brought don't give a f**, What hit ya You can tell I be startin, Why you hoes up in my Chucks n***a So get out my path, I feel a wrath I feel a blast like you opened up the door on back draft The new Ice Cube, Takin pictures with toe tags f** all that blunt sh**, I'm back to Zig Zags Still feel the calico type of flow, To let a peasant know That this W coast will do it the most f** all that Docey doe, And Hokey poke I've been bustin heat with barrels long as telescopes My Ingle Watts bangas in the cut, Ready to roll Hennessy drinkin, Wag wavers, And endo smoke I guess it's bout time I let you punk n***as know Don't ask me where I'm from, I bang the whole west coast [Chorus] [Kaos Brought] You can tell I'm from the west coast, Home of the best smoke Home of the hood rat, Home of the finest hoes Home of the octagon, City of the champions f** what your going through, Pa** me the marijuan n***as get blitzed and be talkin that gangsta sh** Then just hit em with somethin that'll have em fakin they last sh** I go Black Panther style, Against the law If my right hand jam I start bustin the south paw Break out the tissue, Hand em out, They gonna miss you I'ma have your whole family standin in line waitin to kiss you America's most wanted part dues is in progress So when you land in LAX you better watch every step It's filled with land mines, And bomb threats one time Then s**as with bad ??? is the n***as who meet they maker Balls so hard, Just call be Mr. Laker Flashin my card, I'ma world famous player [Chorus]