N.o.r.e. - Head Bussa lyrics

[Intro] Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . Head bussa . . . [Chorus 4x] I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga] Hey yo . . . Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car) Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the "Lazy R" I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what) And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just f** my head up I'm like whatever God, ain't a n***a better guard? I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa You see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricks Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits No Re-my, I'm good with just water and fish Thugged out Militainment see we focused - b**h Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot Or you can catch me in LA, with a Mexican midget [Chorus 4x] [Verse: Noreaga] Yo, yo . . . See I'm a Philly n***a, I can't f** wit a duck chick Automatic whips, can't f** wit a s*ut chick Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems The first n***a sellin' cracks through a fax machine sh** Star Tek (Star Tek) I hold my gun in the raids And I can make planes crash through a two-way page n***as stack like, act like I ain't made mad cla**ics Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat ba*tards But that's aight cause I'm a still make more And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw I make songs for the poor n***as The most "Grimey" and raw n***as, the ki-ki-kickin' your door n***as Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person [Chorus 7x] [Bridge] Duh . . . Ain't a damn - thing the same Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R) Millionaires, that change the game That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain Don't calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa' sho n***a) k** for money, the raw and the caine Let me, see you flag, the color of car n***a Fix your fingers, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga] See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell And them Def Jam n***as put that paper behind us We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us n***as want beef, it ain't hard to find us We in the 'Lac Truck, them n***as in Path-Finders and-uh The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! People wanna scream they like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! Man, I'm outta' town my n***as travel, too We in LA getting' s**ed off in Malibu A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me "know sh**" Cause everytime they question me, I don't know sh** And hold this, yea n***a just know this I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris Straight monster-wrist, I keep a ill beat And n***as hardly like you, your sh** still weak [Bridge] [Chorus 8x]