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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 fk my head up
I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigg* 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*tch
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 nigg*, I can't fk wit a duck chick
Automatic whips, can't fk wit a sl*t chick
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems
The first nigg* sellin' cracks through a fax machine
s**t Star Tek (Star Tek) I hold my gun in the raids
And I can make planes crash through a two-way page
stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics
Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat b*stards
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
The most "Grimey" and raw , the ki-ki-kickin' your door
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 d*mn - 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 nigg*)
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigg*
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 put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us
want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the 'Lac Truck, them 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 travel, too
We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu
A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me "know s**t"
Cause everytime they question me, I don't know s**t
And hold this, yea nigg* just know this
I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris
Straight monster-wrist, I keep a ill beat
And hardly like you, your s**t still weak
Bridge
Chorus 8x
