Head Buster - Soulja Slim, Mr. Serv-On, Big Ed

We suggest that you niggas don’t fuck with us

The more niggas you bring the more heads we bust

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

Shit, niggas not goin for the chest these days

Niggas catch ya down bad and bust your motherfuckin head

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

And the nigga chose to let all thirty two out the extension clip

In to your dome, that news gon meet ya momma home

I’ll let you slide one time cause she was full of that fucking rum

But you wanna draw down and stunt in front of these pussy poppers

I’m from uptown so you know I gots to get you partner

I’ve been doin this and you just jumped off the porch with the new jacks

And I got quick reaction to bustin back and hit somethin

Fuck the stuntin, me, myself

Im twirkin somethin and hurtin somethin

Straight dome shot, and when ya fall

Got that look on my face like fuck 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 ain’t bout no more murder charge catching

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

Get convicted for life, now you trying to appeal

Should have gave them a dome shot, should have played it real

I suggest you don’t fuck with us

Suggest don’t fuck with us

I suggest

We some hard ass niggas, Big Ed and Soulja Slim

Niggas bust at us, watch us end low and bust at them

Get out the way, kids getting hit and shit

Already split forty rounds and not even a half a clip

Bitches know me as the assassin, tip toe and squeezing and blasting

Camoflauge fatigue feared off in a black ski maskin

A No Limit soldier, nigga we ain’t scared to bring it

Nigga I’m tryin to leave the streets behind

And put in no wax and singing

And nigga keep my gat trown up like ???

Trigger finger itching like crabs

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

Nigga think got more deadly so I got more gats

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

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 fuckin line my tank stroll motherfucker

I straight deal ya

Be like blasting, stepping like a fuckin hog

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

I’m still asking the lord to bless me

These niggas persist to test me

After the night, only the gangsta hell gonna accept me

I’m ready to lay my claim niggas know the game

Ain’t shit 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 fucking blast on

So when you see me, nigga bow down to this fucking tank

You niggas wanna be like us but you niggas fucking can’t

So I’m tired of you motherfuckers

Asking why I twist my hat and wear my colors

It’s all tank love, fuck the others

It’s real nigga (real)