Twista - Bussin' No Discussin' lyrics

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Yo Twist!

Shit, niggaz out here been talkin real sideways man

Shit... it's time to show niggaz what's really hood

[Chorus: Twista]

Bussin never discussin

People are runnin niggaz is gunnin

Killers are runnin because it was stunnin

Hearin the ambulance when it be comin in


Roll in the Chevy Malibu I know they dig that

In the secret compartment is where I hid that

Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at

Forty-fo' and black Calico when I push your shit back

When I'm out of town I go wherever the hood at

Because I know where I can get somethin that's good at

The dopefiends is gon' show me where the kush at

Ain't got no cigarette loaded where the backwood at

Come walkin up and get a pistol in your face hoe

If you want an autograph you better say so

Otherwise everybody gon' have to stay low

Cause I'm about to give this motherfucker a halo~!



Bodies droppin pistols poppin we bustin our tecs

People scatterin around like it was a bomb threat

Got plenty ammunition, show me where your ones at

So much terrorism they askin me where Saddam at

Like Bush I alarm 'em bomb 'em let fire open out

Go forth catch him open choke him and try to smoke him out

Shit is serious I'ma show you what this dough about

That's what you motherfuckers get for havin an open mouth



I'm killin new arrivals every time I shoot a rifle

Leave you suicidal cause everything I do is vital

Displayin mo' evil than the preacher that threw the bible

Win a Bentley don't think it's mine 'til I show you the title

In the car breakin up trees, call me a lumberjack

You say you a baller then nigga where the hundreds at?

Get me in the club, it won't be none of that

A 22 on my body like I'm a Dallas Cowboys running back


[Hook: Twista]

Catch one in yo' leg if you RUN UP

Catch one in yo' body if you RUN UP

Catch one in yo' head if you RUN UP

You can end up dead if you RUN UP

I'ma cop me a Benz when I COME UP

I'ma cop me a Beemer when I COME UP

I'ma shit on the phonies when I COME UP

I'ma hit all the homies when I..



I lay you niggaz out like tomorrow's outfit

You gettin me pissed, you niggaz ain't about shit

Before you get me started I suggest you bounce bitch

I got AR-15's to come up in yo' house with

To tell yo' woman she look good in them killer jeans

Think it's butter I wanna cut her like a guillotine

Need to get at her but right now it's still a dream

I'd like the thong, but right now for the microphone I'm still a fiend



I'm on the block servin up rock like Johnny Unitas

With killer niggaz we didn't really care if you like us

Vicious, so cold, that I be catchin laryngitis

Still shit that's hotter than any temperature on fahrenheit is

Gotta read celsius just to say you felt me bust

Better be yo' healthiest thinkin you can belt me up

All up in my face talkin 'bout you gon' tell me WHAT

I ain't gon' be the one needin my homies to help me up





Now come in with that let me take a lil' hit of the blig

This pussy nigga right here wanna get rid of my nigz

He don't want it cause we got the chrome thing-a-ma-jigs

And I make a nigga quit rappin and go get him a gig

I'm buck when I'm on a mission you better watch how I do

You got what I want so I'm creepin cause I got a rival

I'm thirsty as FUCK~! and money is the water bottle

Thinkin you hard to follow but I'm on you like Polamalu



With the shotty I'ma bring drama to you quarter leagues

Make that mighty dollar if I gotta transport a ki

Call me Ali Baba cause I'm runnin with 40 thieves

30-somethin and I be hotter than all the shorties be

32 shot automatic, yeah I call it magic

Two clips, 34 shots, pall bearers and a casket

A couple of glocks, to kill off any cause of static

Didn't have the calico but you broke cause you thought I had it



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