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Buddha Monk - "Bust Gats"
Lyrics to Bust Gats : (feat. Assassin and Dungeon Master) [Intro: Derrick Sassin (Dungeon Masta)] (Ahh man... yo son, its about the 5 boroughs) B.X, B.K., D. Assassin, what' (Dungeon) Yeah (Lord Buddha Monk) Buddha Monk (How yall feel') Whats good' (Haha) Bust gats, baby (Bust the gats, son, yo D, son) Uh-huh (Tell these niggaz why you The Assassin, man) OK.. (Holla) [Derrick Sassin] I feel my wrist kick back Before you take a second to think, how real was that' The second one enters ya back, with mad rational force Before the third gets popped they tell us to stop and break North Run until I cough, the strings in this beat are the same ones I hear when I hold heat Lean Back like The Matrix, bust gats like The Matrix Couple bombs explodin givin you and ya crew a face-lift Face it, my inner Ayatollah will blow you a hole as big as the South Pole Come on, out you go I doubt ya so gangsta with that lead in ya bladder Now thats what I call a kidney stone, you bastard It feels like Im kickin shells to another universe Still shootin up ya hearst until my trigger finder hurts Im the worst, drinkin fifths by myself, I was possesed by evil Forget that I did it and chilled with all my people [Chorus: Derrick Sassin] You bitches keep talkin, you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker Didnt I tell you niggaz The Assassin is not a sucker' You bitches keep talkin, you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker [Dungeon Masta] Catch me in devious Its only the envious ones who wanna stake claim on oppressions Ways and actions is mysterious Free from lime light, pressure cut off air, veins tight Imagine all the crazy shit we do at night Off the roof top waitin for someone to snipe I like to make the spot hot, nigga run the cash Dont make me have to send my little dudes for the stash Now, Im too grown for the kiddie games Unless ya bitch wanna voluntarily give my brains D., check for I.D., po-po steps ahead of them I roll with scientists and crooks who not scared to hang ya body with fish hooks Dont make me tell ya ass again, youre no friend of me Im public enemy number one, you dont know how I get down I lay you down face down, wanna get hostile' [Chorus: Derrick Sassin] You bitches keep talkin, you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker Didnt I tell you niggaz that Dungeon is not a sucker' You bitches keep talkin, you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker [Buddha Monk] I notice a lot of cats that wanna be like me But go ahead and try it, you could never eat like me Im first thought Ill see him, meet him, beat him, bleed him then leave him Left dead on the canvas for the Ds to retrieve him Toast nylon to the side, no eyes, 7:45 Takes the weight of this ride for this scape to get by This is serious, aint no chicks in this paper and shit Ya bitch thought on this thats why he takin her and shit You better get with the Green Mile or be Destinys Child Walkin that wack ass back across the 8 Mile Dont you know, nowhere ya go is safe from me, bro' I call wolves and try to get sent through to every hood Cock back the Lean Back, rat-a-tat-tat Duc-Lo or youll be the next traitor to flow And my niggaz dont dance, we bust gats, hold up hands Get a head start and that diesel gat still in our hands [Chorus: Derrick Sassin w/ Monk ad-libs] You bitches keep talkin, you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker Didnt I tell you niggaz the Monk is not a sucker' You bitches keep talkin, you need to shut the fuck up before you get blown away Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker Bust gats, bust gats motherfucker [Outro: Buddha Monk (Derrick Sassin)] This is what it is (Bronx, New York.. Brooklyn, New York stand up New York City, here now, word up, Derrick Sassin Dungeon Masta) Training day (Buddha Monk Haha, bring it down.. bust gats) We out of here, thats what it is, training day [ Bust Gats Lyrics ]
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