Lyrics Bust at You - Fat Joe
Excuse
me
while
i
sing
to
you
I'm
being
real
and
that's
the
thing
to
do
I'm
just
living
and
loving
Smoking
and
fucking
(yeah
uh)
Out
here
on
the
grind,
yeah
(alchemist
this
beat
is
stupid
dope
fresh)
If
i
can't
get
no
love
then
i
can
touch
you
(Shit
is
fly,
throw
back
ya
heard
me)
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
(We
ridin'
on
these
niggas
come
on)
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
(yeah,
terror
squad)
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
(it's
goin'
down
my
niggas)
(Stunna,
face,
joe
crack
the
don)
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
You
motherfuckers
must
be
crazy
I
been
doin'
this
shit
since
the
eighties
Run
up
in
yo
crib,
snatch
ya
baby
baby-baby
It's
the
kid
still
holdin'
the
crown
Now
that
they
give
it
i'm
holdin'
a
pound
And
i'm
lookin'
for
some
bustas
who
be
actin'
like
them
niggas
do
dirt
Come
to
find
out
they
ain't
put
in
no
work
An
now
my
feelings
is
hurt
Cause
they
decided
that
they
wanted
to
murk
But
i'ma
chase
'em
to
the
end
of
the
earth
Cause
i'm
a
motherfuckin'
rider
You
can
see
the
pain
in
my
face
Got
no
problem
exchangin'
the
hate
They
got
me
fightin'
a
case
And
if
i
blow
will
i
face
a
fifteen
And
i'll
probably
do
it
all
in
the
pen
But
yo
i'm
livin'
with
it
Death
before
dishonor
for
my
niggas
that
ride
A
thousand
deaths
if
ya
sellin'
ya
pride
ha
ha
ha
Death
before
dishonor
for
my
niggas
that
ride
A
thousand
deaths
if
ya
sellin'
ya
pride
You
motherfuckers
need
to
know
that
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
Hey
joe
We
gon'
ball
like
dogs
but
keep
it
gangsta
nigga
I'm
a
guerilla
on
the
streets
but
it's
time
for
the
fun
time
Out
of
line,
i
bust
with
my
tech
nine
Choose
ya
loose,
i
give
ya
the
blues
Ol'
pussy
ass
nigga
with
his
pussy
ass
crews
It's
the
murder
man
mack,
i
stash
in
the
lac
I
bought
my
bricks
from
these
dro
back
stacks
It's
the
birdman
baby
come
and
holla
at
me
later
Duck
ass
niggas,
we
deal
with
'em
later
First
you,
go
to
the
mall
and
you
ball
like
a
dog
And
we
drop
the
car,
then
holla
at
ya
boy
Tell
them
pussy
ass
niggas,
break
bread
with
the
boy
Joe,
they
breakin'
bread
with
the
boy
Tell
big
pun
nigga,
stunna
ride
for
the
boy
Win
or
lose
i
ride
for
my
boy
It's
the
b-m
gangsta,
the
d-boy
click
We
mash
on
bustas
and
we
flip
these
bricks
nigga
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
Niggas
tell
me
money
talk
But
bullshit
is
walkin'
out
on
four
feet
That's
why
i'm
ridin'
on
ya
whole
street
I'll
be
a
nigga
till
it's
said
and
done
I'm
from
a
section
where
ya
fight
till
ya
die
cause
ya
never
run
I
keep
my
forty
cal
cocked
cause
these
niggas
on
my
block
bang
Right
up
the
street
from
where
the
cops
hang
And
in
my
head
i
hear
pac
sang
And
then
them
rushin'
memories
make
me
cry
till
i
can't
stop
man
Tell
my
mama
i'm
a
killer
if
i
happen
to
die
That's
how
i
lived,
ain't
no
sense
in
me
lyin'
My
whole
life's
filled
with
danger
Never
been
a
stranger
to
homicide
My
neighborhood's
full
of
gangstas
and
drive-bys
And
niggas
fightin'
for
position
The
demon
has
risen
from
out
of
prison
Now
i'm
losin'
my
religion
That's
how
i'm
feeling
when
i'm
fuckin'
with
you
Cause
i
don't
fuck
with
you,
now
i'm
bustin'
at
you
So
fuck
you
dude
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
(terror
squad,
facemob
uh)
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
(cash
money
millionaires
uh
come
on)
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
(my
tech,
my
mack)
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
(lick
my
uzi
straight
like
that)
I'd
rather
touch
you,
yeah
(my
tech,
my
mack)
'Stead
i'd
rather
bust
at
you
(lick
my
uzi
straight
like
that)
Dedicated
to
my
homeboy
pac
Love
daddy
Facemob
in
the
house
Fat
joe
and
it
don't
stop
Come
on
1 Take A Look At My Life
2 Bust at You
3 Prove Something
4 TS Piece
5 It's Nothing
6 Turn Me On
7 Born In The Ghetto
8 Crush Tonight
9 Gangsta
10 All I Need
11 Life Goes On
12 Loyalty
13 We Run This Shit
14 Shit Is Real pt. III
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