Sucka Busta

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Coop] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' This Lil' Coop up in this bitch Playa Posse super thick, ready for whatever Lettin' this anna' go up in smoke B.B.B. up in this shit Told you we was comin' mean [Chorus: Lil E] Sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fi-fi-fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist-fist-fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone Sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist-fi-fi-fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone [Verse 1: Lil Coop] I see four hundred big sized bullets chase your ass, was it the mob? Can I sweat out more bullets? I blast, dash Chillin' at the honeycomb, double barrel down the half Makin' my appearance on the Playa Posse tape Wonder if you wanna wonder, flaugin' got you full of hate Crazy as I wanna be, slang your dope, big devil stones While I'm in the 'Cuzi, fulla Uzi, bombin', steppin' jones Tommy hat, I got my Gat, I'm on my way to seven Heaven Dressed in black with Blackout, mane, 'cause we super crunk with 'caine One on one, break it up, fuckers shall break in my hood Never run 'til I'm tastin' that pure Stressin' to my folks, chokin' dope, sizzounds in yo' ear Contradictin', look out for Lil' Cooper tape 90% of black people leavin' this world and they full of hate The other 10% in the business, Chevy Impala with the bump and the birkens, bitch Rizzide with anna', yo' rank; gonna jack it Confront us, I'm one of these claimin' the smoke, gonna come with it, never lack Call of all bitches, you know I'm not chased up by anna' I'm fully strapped, takin' my time Trick, and I'm down to the shit, don't you run (Don't you run) [Chorus: Lil E] Sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist-fi-fi-fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone Su-su-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fist-fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist full of-fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone [Verse 2: Terror] Nigga, It's whatever, B.B.B. just stay so super thick Got you bitches on my dick, talk that shit, I'll take yo' bitch Player haters goin' soft, just to keep me off they ho Better bring it to the door, peepin' game, hear me, though Lemon-lame busters run they mouth, but Terror stang so easily, mane Never bucked out with yo' kind, so how you figure I got cake? 'Cause a nigga stuck his dick up in yo' bitch you wanna scrap? Hope you know that slut you tonguein' got the meanest, fireist, cap Strictly pimpin', check yo' bitch, 'cause when you beep her, I get hit Never comin' out my pockets, dividends don't get split Stickin', dickin, never lickin', Terror chargin' bail-well hoes Tommy, Nautica, Guess, you best to believe I keep some fresh-ass clothes [Interlude: Terror] Yes, sir, Lil' Terror in this bitch for the nine-sizzix Pimpin' these hoes Givin' a shout out to these players I know Know what I'm sayin', pimpin' Suave, Lil' Dre, Lil' Slim, Wako, my nigga Glenn, rest in peace, ho Boo-Boo ridin' clean, fresh way, Tommy III, Lil' Fly [Chorus: Lil E] Sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fist full of-fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone Su-su-su-suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fist-fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone [Verse 3: Blackout] Sucker buster, fuck that bitch, runnin' with some lemons, trick On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke and shit Po-po's got me bellin' out, smoked out at the dopemane house Me and Little E finna get hit with some stout Learned the roles from my folks, on and off the corner, ho Plannin' while I'm stackin', later on for them flashy clothes Choppin' down my rocks for cown, grab my indo and my tone Momma she be worried all the time, wish I stay at home Sweatin' that thang, in for a stang, watch that big black Glock-oh thang Aimin' for your fuckin' brain, too fucked up for losses, mane Chevy-thang, I'm chillin' with Slim, stash my dope up under my brim Sippin' Alizé, bumpin', pimpin' but I'm watchin' him New-ass faces on the track, what's up with that shit like that? Who the fuck is you? Get out my face, 'fore you get smacked That's the reason why so many at the Pen' on 2-0-1 All up in a player business, spreadin' about a real one [Chorus: Lil E] Sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fi-fi-fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist-fist-fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone Sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Suck-sucker buster with no dope, mane, fuck off with your kind Fist full of-fist full of-fist full of— Fist-fi-fi-fist full of bricks, mane, I'm boomin' with them devil stone