Busta Free chords by 5th Ward Boyz
Verse 1
Em
A
Em
A
Em
Nigga wake
Bm
up on your game
Em
and recognize the real from the shite
A
Before you get caught slippin' and fucked
Em
Bm
out your life with that hoe shit
Em
Niggas in my hood wait for keats
and ready to kill
A
Any motherfucker that feels
Em
Bm
like his nuts
Em
is made of steel
Watch them hollow puss rip
through his chest
A
and watch them motherfuckers
squeal
Em
Bm
Em
You see a n***a in my cliché, bitch
And nothin' more than I hate than a bitch
A
Em
It's a lil' snitchin', bitch
Had to load the gauge
in yo' manhood
Fucked him wrong and got his ass
A
caught up in the sun
Bm
Em
With that bullshit, actin' like a hoe
He died like a hoe and cried to the pigs
A
And cried to me to let him live
B
Em
I couldn't see it with yo' eyes, homie
But what I'm is stay the fuck
A
up out my face
if you don't know me
Bm
You might see a n***a
Em
face every now and then
You might get some doubt
A
But that don't really mean we friends
Em
You see I run with some real niggas
A
And if you ain't real hit the hill nigga
B
You see I'm mad at the world
Em
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin
A
In these busters I be hustlin
Em
B
I got a hood full of killers, guns
Em
Tryna get they cash on
A
Walkin up with a ski mask on
Bm
Give me everything in your pockets
Em
Tryna win big like the Rockets
A
Get my cash on then I dash on
Em
Bm
To my neighborhood with
Em
the thugs in jeans
Smokin weed in the back rooms
A
Tryna get a laxo
Bm
Em
Niggas best to get they shit right
Ain't no fist fight, just gunplay
A
And niggas doin' what they gun say
B
Get the sugar out your
Em
drawers when I check ya
A
Bitch, I'm comin' raw when I wet ya
Em
With these 17's, quickie,
clean bullets to your chest
Place away, great,
the reaper's comin' quick
Bm
Em
A
So you best pray, nigga
Em
Gotta stay buster free,
A
Em
A
Em
cuz it's hard being a G
Bm
Em
A
Em
I'm busting cops from the shoulder,
B
Em
yeah they getting bolder
and showing up
A
Niggas fall, and I don't stall
when I'm busting off
Em
Bm
Em
These holla shakers for you fakers
and player haters
I'm rollin' them cups
A
up in your chest
Em
so niggas meet your maker
Bm
Em
Nigga plated, got you bustas plated
so I'm rated
A
As a G in these streets,
Em
I don't hang around you bustas
Cause you full of shit,
I gives a fuck about you bustas
A
Cause a bitch a snitch, nigga
Em
The game I'm in,
I packed you twins so I'm all in
A
I hang that net up in that ass
and be back again
Bm
Em
With that same old murder shit,
fool I pack a pistol grip also
A
Ready to grab my salt off and haul off
Bm
Em
It ain't no reason when I swear,
so you know that I move the real birds,
A
I don't need your busters around me
Bm
Em
You ain't finna clown me and do me
A
I gloss my shit with the eye open,
the lid closer
Em
Bm
Em
Cops peel, niggas get peeled
A
And feel it on the real, it's a murder
Bm
I come around and smoke to it to burn
Em
Anita Ross, show love to turn up
A
I'm another motherfuckin' O .J.,
but that was gunplay though
B
Em
Murder for hire with the gun show
This ain't a bunch of cappin'
A
Man, this shit be happenin'
B
on the mismit, mismit
Em
I'm runnin' out my quarter house,
A
let loose my Nina Ross, my homie Lil' Salt off,
Em
I'm tryin' to hear that bullshit,
he's bustin' two times through the
A
mind with the real shit
Bm
You bust a ass punk lovin' niggas,
Em
I'm lacing up two shots up in your ear,
figure nigga
A
Em
It ain't no traces, it ain't no faces,
Bm
Em
just some cases,
in 92 when the feds chased me
They dismissed,
A
Em
they had to let me make it,
I raised hell to be a G,
and forever pack my shit, man, my pistols,
A
Em
busters feelin' what's up
Bm
Em
Gotta stay buster free,
Am
Em
cause it's hard bein' a chick
Am
A
B
Em
Livin'
on this
A
Em
A
muthafuckin' string
Em
Caps get pilled with
this black cat nigga
Watch your back,
A
put your brains in your lap
Em
We got me high,
A
thinkin' I'ma die at any time
Em
And I'm tryin' to make my bank
multiply
with my nine millimeter
Bm
Em
You don't wanna see a real
G from the streets,
A
make your punk ass bleed
Em
Rougher than the roughest
motherfucker
that you ever saw, motherfucker, love
A
Ever since a kid, I was broke,
B
homie, crazy
Bm
Em
Trigger finger, never lazy,
a straight killer
A
Have your ass pushin' up daisies, nigga
B
Em
How you figure you can fuck
with this drill?
Throwin' doubt up in my drawers
A
with this motherfuckin'
Em
Every day it's the same thing,
B
Em
it's just me against the cops
and these jealous niggas
A
Got me shootin' em up in double figures,
Em
I'm killin' everybody and
clue witnesses
Then now we get a chance
A
to put the rifles in my business
B
Em
Checkin' your ass dead with the
street sweeper
but I don't give a fuck
A
cause I'm not my buster's keeper
Em
Murder, have you ever heard of her?
S -E -U -P -I -D -F -U -C -K ass nigga,
feel me?
Bm
Kill me dead before I kill you,
Em
17 for your crew,
A
a AK -47 just for use
Em
Instead of be mobbin',
rollin' through your hood
mean nuggin'
A
Tryna get some grip, cause I'm thuggin'
B
Got to stay buster free,
Em
cause it's hard been a G
Livin' your life up in
A
these motherfuckin' streets
B
Tryna face that real deal, holy field
Em
Lookin' for that grip and I might kill
A
When I'm runnin' with my steel
Bm
Get the fuck up out my way,
Em
you can't fade me
Niggas tryna play me,
A
buster ass niggas ain't shit to me
B
Em
But I'm runnin', thuggin',
lookin' for that grip
A
Your ass better not trip, shit
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
Em
We're living on these
motherfuckin' streets
Gotta stay buster free,
Em
cause it's hard being a G
We're living on these
Am
A
motherfuckin' streets
Em
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
We're living on these
Am
A
motherfuckin' streets
Em
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
We're living on these
Am
A
motherfuckin' streets
Em
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
Busta Free
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