Bust at You

I'd rather touch you
I'm a guerrilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time

Love daddy, Facemob in the house
So fuck you dude
I'd rather touch you
My whole life's filled with danger

We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

'Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
And niggas fightin' for position
You motherfuckers need to know that
It's the Birdman baby, come and holla at me later
Win or lose I ride for my boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
And if I blow will I face a fifteen

Got no problem exchangin' the hate
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider

My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys
I'd rather touch you

Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews

I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block bang
But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet
Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
I'd rather touch you
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the earth
'Cause they decided that they wanted to murk

I'd rather touch you
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Out here on the grind
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street

It's the kid still holdin' the crown
(Yeah, Terror Squad)
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy

Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby, baby-baby
And now my feelin's is hurt
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the 'Lac
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
(Lick my uzi straight like that)
That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
Fat Joe and it don't stop
First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click

(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
And in my head I hear Pac sang
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride

If I can't get no love then I can touch you

Smokin' and fuckin'
The demon has risen from out of prison

But yo I'm livin' with it
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)
(It's goin' down my niggas)
I'm just livin' and lovin'
And I'll probably do it all in the pen
Out of line, I bust with my tech nine

I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
I been doin' this shit since the eighties
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
(My tech, my mack)
You motherfuckers must be crazy
Hey Joe, we gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'

(My tech, my mack)
And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

'Stead I'd rather bust at you
(We ridin' on these niggas, come on)
I'd rather touch you
And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
I'll be a nigga till it's said and done

Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later
Now I'm losin' my religion
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya never run
Niggas tell me money talk

Never been a stranger to homicide
I'd rather touch you
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die

(Lick my uzi straight like that)
You can see the pain in my face
(Cash Money Millionaires, come on)
They got me fightin' a case
I'd rather touch you
I'd rather touch you
Right up the street from where the cops hang
(Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues
(Terror Squad, Facemob)