Young Yonny - Head Busta lyrics

[Intro] You know what I'm sayin'? You know what it be like? Sometimes I just have to be that Better you than me n***a I would talk, what up K? f** 'em, you heard me [Refrain:] Gone get you head busta f**in' with the homies f**in' with my family n***a, know [?] phonies Gone get you head busta f**in with my G's f**in with my G's, p**y n***as gone bleed n***a I'm a head busta, yeah I'm a head busta n***a bust ya head, mothaf**er I'm a head busta Yeah I'm a head busta, I straight head busta Empty on these clips, only b**h give you some head bustas [Verse 1:] n***a mac in the 9 homey that's how I roll Standin' on my throne n***a, I call it home Chopper for the [?] homey, that's what we use Knock 'em 'bout the shoes get them p**y n***a blues High price life, got the whips and the j**els Murder is a mothaf**er, last what we do Go them for stripes, good with the two Five star G, never gone loose On the other side it's just a up town thang On another hit n***a bring a red paint Hit it while he slipping, get 'em while he dipping Call 'em in his car and you know we straight flip 'em Bouncin' with the chicks, keep the nine on the hip Lil made n***a and you know I run sh** Gotta get the money, pain and the feuds Pain what we ride, pain make me do [Refrain] [Interlude] Ya understand me homey It ain't no love on these streets n***a Love is the hustle, love is the muscle Love is the money I know we get a lot of pain from these streets It seems like there's no game but [Verse 2] Money is the muscle on the streets But a dufle bag, garbage bag Play with me n***a, I'ma bust yo' a** Play with the family, I won't see your whole family cry Your whole family die n***a, and they wonder why Ride for soldiers, ride for hustlers Ride for them real n***as with the muscle Straight in the situation, n***as got problem homey n***a bein' beefin' homey, n***a's being creepin on 'em Lay them up n***a, put 'em in a sh** of bag Put 'em in a body bag, zip 'em with a toe tag Sell 'em the whole thang, pull the champ for the tears Pull the champ for the homies that's not here [Chorus] [Verse 3] From a n***a 50, he came back with it Gave him all the game that he want to go and get it He gave the n***a 20, another n***a 10 And 5 came short, lil when he couldn't win Lil when couldn't win cuz he f**in' with the homey Against a lil n***a and never been phoney Caught him in his whip, know he couldn't slip Caught him while he's slipping so you know he gotta flip The other lil' n***a gave him 20 as a pounce Told him hold it down and he run up-town He came back with it but he gave the n***a 5 n***a play with 'em and you know the n***a die I gave the n***a 2 hundred on them thangs He brought it all back n***a, gave me all my chains Brought 'em one back he play with the change n***a don't play so me made those haters swain [Chorus]