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Head Buster Lyrics

featuring Big Ed Mr. Serv On

[Soulja Slim/Big Ed]
Chorus

We suggest that you n***** don't f*** with us

The more n***** you bring the more heads we bust

[Soulja Slim]

It's do or die on the streets that I roam that I roam

That's why I never leave my gun at home gun at home x2

[Soulja Slim]

s*** n***** not goin put the chest these days

n***** catch it down bad and bust your m*********** head

Put it like that, should have had your gat but n**** you chose to slip

And the n**** chose to let all thirty two out this extra clip

Enter your dome, let loose gonna meet your momma home

I'll let you slide one time cause she was full of that f****** rome

But you on guard, I don't stun in front of these p**** poppers

I'm from uptown so you know I got to get you partner

I've been doin this and you just jump in the porshe and new jacks

And I got quick reacts and I bust em back and hit somethin

f*** the stuntin, me and myself

might twirk a somethin and hurt somethin

Straight dome shot, leave you bald

might go on my face and f*** em all

Then walk off with an innocent look on my face

Soon as I get to the corner, pick up the pace

running like I'm running a race

Cause I aint bout no more murder charge catch me

Down here them people fools ya, lose you in a second

Get convicted in your life, now you trying to appeal

Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played them real
I suggest you don't f*** with us

Suggest don't f*** with us

I suggest

Chorus x2

[Big Ed]

We some hard a** n*****, Big Ed and Soulja Slim

n***** bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them

Get out the way, kids getting hit and s***

Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip

b****** know me as the a**assin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting

Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin

A No Limit soldier, n**** we ain't scared to bring it

n**** I'm tryin to leave the streets behind

and put in no wax and singing

And n**** keep my gat trown up like ????

Trigger finger itching like crabs

Got me strapped tighter then hoes legs wrapped around me when I stab

n**** think got more deadly so I got more gats

Totin to edge two compacts, Big Ed be puttin it down like that!
Chorus x2

[Mr. Serv-On]

It's the S to the E to the R to the V

to the O to the N to the T to the R to

the U to the N to the I to the G to the K to the A

Can't carry ya, drama marry ya

Step across this f***** line my tank stroll m***********

I straight deal ya

Be like blasting, stepping like a f***** hog

Soulja Slim ya know me, Big Ed get at me dog

I'm still asking the lord to bless me

these n***** persist to test me

After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me

I'm ready to lay my claim n***** know the game

Ain't s*** changed, five hundred dollars

I'm soed up and I'm still creeping

Round the corner with my mask on

got my gloves on, ready to get my f****** blast on

So when you see me, n**** bow down to this f****** tank

You n***** wanna be like us but you n***** f****** can't

So I'm tired of you m************

asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors

It's all tank love, f*** the others

It's real n**** (real
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