[Chorus]
When I get my gang no body better not come this way
No bustas and no tricks no body better not come this way
When I get my gang no body better not come this way
No bustas and no tricks no body better not come this way
[K-Dee]
How many rhymes, times, tell me will it take?
To break them knees of fake MCs
Nigga please, pump your mother fucking breaks and take
A T-O 'cause see-yo, shits got to G-yo, uh
That’s all I can stands, I can't stands no mo'
Like Popeye so stop by if you want to throw
Yo, you knew the game, it’s a shame you couldn't make it
Too much pressure couldn't take it so you had to fake the funk
Now punks like you need to re-up in the trunk
Your battleship just got sunk, yeah
Because your style switch mo' than a gay man
Don't play man, so hey man, what you gotta say and
I don't think that you hear me clearly
'Cause frankly, you should take a seat and then thank me
For the favor I gave ya, your shit got's no flavor
You can ask my next door neighbor
’Cause we hate a fake ass perpetrator
Do ya with a gleeness, straight up I mean this
Shit is gettin’ hectic, rappers steady drop it
Needin' more elbow room, trynna get their props in, uh
It’s getting crowded, now you askin' how did
Get that way, well see, we allowed it
They new to the game but far from true to the game
It's a trip just to see what niggas do for fame
Sellin' out, rollin’ out they limousine, wavin' at a show in their own hood
Straight goin' Hollywood
Frontin' on your true homies, now you got new homies
Hangin' with ya, behind your back they out to get ya
But you don't know no better, and you don't flow no better
Then the last, and pretty soon you'll be a has-been
Stuck, shit out of luck, I still say, uh
No bustas this way
When I get my gang no body better not come this way
No bustas and no tricks no body better not come this way
When I get my gang no body better not come this way
No bustas and no tricks no body better not come this way
[K-Dee]
How many rhymes, times, tell me will it take?
To break them knees of fake MCs
Nigga please, pump your mother fucking breaks and take
A T-O 'cause see-yo, shits got to G-yo, uh
That’s all I can stands, I can't stands no mo'
Like Popeye so stop by if you want to throw
Yo, you knew the game, it’s a shame you couldn't make it
Too much pressure couldn't take it so you had to fake the funk
Now punks like you need to re-up in the trunk
Your battleship just got sunk, yeah
Because your style switch mo' than a gay man
Don't play man, so hey man, what you gotta say and
I don't think that you hear me clearly
'Cause frankly, you should take a seat and then thank me
For the favor I gave ya, your shit got's no flavor
You can ask my next door neighbor
’Cause we hate a fake ass perpetrator
Do ya with a gleeness, straight up I mean this
Shit is gettin’ hectic, rappers steady drop it
Needin' more elbow room, trynna get their props in, uh
It’s getting crowded, now you askin' how did
Get that way, well see, we allowed it
They new to the game but far from true to the game
It's a trip just to see what niggas do for fame
Sellin' out, rollin’ out they limousine, wavin' at a show in their own hood
Straight goin' Hollywood
Frontin' on your true homies, now you got new homies
Hangin' with ya, behind your back they out to get ya
But you don't know no better, and you don't flow no better
Then the last, and pretty soon you'll be a has-been
Stuck, shit out of luck, I still say, uh
No bustas this way
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