Bust at You

I'd rather touch you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)
(Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin'
I'd rather touch you

Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride

It's the murder man mack, I stash in the 'Lac

(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you
(Cash Money Millionaires, come on)
(It's goin' down my niggas)
And in my head I hear Pac sang

And now my feelin's is hurt
My whole life's filled with danger
I'd rather touch you

I'd rather touch you
Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the earth
I'd rather touch you
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'll be a nigga till it's said and done
I'd rather touch you
'Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you

'Stead I'd rather bust at you
So fuck you dude
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
'Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you

Never been a stranger to homicide

You motherfuckers must be crazy

I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block bang
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
It's the kid still holdin' the crown
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

Got no problem exchangin' the hate
First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
You motherfuckers need to know that

(Lick my uzi straight like that)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later
Love daddy, Facemob in the house
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby, baby-baby
Fat Joe and it don't stop
They got me fightin' a case
Now I'm losin' my religion
Hey Joe, we gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'd rather touch you
And I'll probably do it all in the pen
And if I blow will I face a fifteen
Smokin' and fuckin'
Niggas tell me money talk
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
I'm just livin' and lovin'
The demon has risen from out of prison

I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die 'cause ya never run

'Stead I'd rather bust at you
(We ridin' on these niggas, come on)
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die
Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues

(Yeah, Terror Squad)
(Terror Squad, Facemob)
You can see the pain in my face
Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider

I'm a guerrilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time
If I can't get no love then I can touch you

I'd rather touch you
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
It's the Birdman baby, come and holla at me later
(Lick my uzi straight like that)
Out here on the grind

'Stead I'd rather bust at you
(My tech, my mack)

But yo I'm livin' with it
Win or lose I ride for my boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man

'Stead I'd rather bust at you
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
And niggas fightin' for position
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
I been doin' this shit since the eighties

Out of line, I bust with my tech nine
(My tech, my mack)

But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click
Right up the street from where the cops hang