Busta Phree

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Did a little bit of jail time, now I'm back in the house And I'm jonesin', and you know what I'm thinkin' about Sex, and in the studio gettin' mine Ain't dropped a tape since, uh, '89 I was crossed up by some brothers that be jackin' So if you bought that tape and felt that it was lackin' Here's that missin' link, and my apologies extended That shit jumped off but that ain't how it was intended But yo, peep it, I'm the creator of that old shit You know it fa sho, that's why my old shit hit And now I'm to the head, I'ma let you fools see What Double R can do solo, 'cause I'm busta free [Chorus] Busta free, hey, ooh, in the night Straight solo, he's solo He's busta free, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, in the day Straight solo, straight solo, yeah [Verse 2] But now that jailhouse is full of brothers that be bustin' But I can't bite, I'm not that nigga to be trustin' The drag and the drama about the things they be havin' See them fools on the street, and I be laughin' 'Cause they tore back — oh, where your Cadillac at? Oh now it's in the shop — fool, you sniffin' hop And gettin' dime thangs — trick, them screens ain't even clean That's a damn shame — all that time, you was a fiend But look, that ain't that the half — I heard 'em worse than that They got brothers in jail with a hundred G's stacked That ain't impossible, I've seen brothers that raw But now when commissary come, this nigga don't even draw He jocks my sack — "Yo Rich, shoot some soup" Hey, what's the scoop? I thought you had a hundred G's, troop? Get off my dizick, support your own damn habits Quit dry draggin', and actin' like you livin' lavish You's a struggler, straight broke, that's no joke Usin' heroin, speed, crank, and probably white dope Tellin' lies 'cause you was bunkin' with me I couldn't wait 'til my release date to be busta free [Chorus] Busta free, ooh, in the night Straight solo, he's solo He's busta free, ooh ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, in the day Straight solo, straight solo, yeah [Verse 3] Now you can bounce, rock, skate, and roll But don't side bust, 'cause brother, I trust That you could peep the game in the script I spit And ain't no shame in my game, I kick that saucy shit Now I can't run my caper, spend a boatload of paper Without one of these old marks catchin' the vapors They wantin' to hang out and fight for me at my shows Dog the blunts, and show-stop on the hoes I'm gettin' sick of this busta shit I'm 'bout to blast out, stab out, smash out And try my best to get further Before these cats in the Town make the Double catch a murder And on the stand when I enter my plea I'm straight guilty, one time, but now I'm busta free Believe that [Chorus] Free, free, yeah Straight solo, he's solo Free, free, ooh, yeah Straight solo, straight solo, yeah [Outro] All the funk is on, it's on its way (It's on its way) Ballin' every night and every day (Every day, yeah) All the funk is on, it's on its way (On its way) Ballin' every night and every day (And every day, yeah, hey) Free, mmm Ballin' every night and every, every day Ballin' every night and every day