[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 fuck my head up
I`m like whatever God, ain`t a nigga 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 - bitch
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 nigga, I can`t fuck wit a duck chick
Automatic whips, can`t fuck wit a slut chick
Jo-se (Jose) I`m so relaxed it seems
The first nigga sellin` cracks through a fax machine
Shit Star Tek (Star Tek) I hold my gun in the raids
And I can make planes crash through a two-way page
Niggas stack like, act like I ain`t made mad classics
Like I`m a new artist, demerit these rat bastards
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 niggas
The most Grimey and raw niggas, the ki-ki-kickin` your door niggas
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 nigga)
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga
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 niggas put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin` behind us
Niggas want beef, it ain`t hard to find us
We in the `Lac Truck, them niggas 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 niggas travel, too
We in LA getting` sucked off in Malibu
A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me know shit
Cause everytime they question me, I don`t know shit
And hold this, yea nigga just know this
I always drink Henny, hardly know the `Cris
Straight monster-wrist, I keep a ill beat
And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak
[Bridge]
[Chorus 8x]
