This Motherf...

"Homie gonna play that love Rolling up On da club
Nine in my jacket
Just in case I gotta blast a fool Finna get my drugs"

[Verse]
Gonna get gangsta mac
Lining 'em up in a amba lance 
Wack, like the DJ
Playin' that shitty electric dance
I ain't beefin' wit da owner Cuz he got me spotted V.I.P.

Thugs rollin' up on me Make a draw trolling me
But I got some for they extra nasty Coming from the set In the back seat

Filling 'em up
Spittin that copper
Stiffin em out with a pimped out chopper
Got that laser sight, pistol grip, muzzle brake
Kick flip the n*ggas in the back, mean muggin'
They duckin'
"AINT NO COVER IN THIS MUFUCKUH!"

Brrrrrrrrrrap!

Get the goods and I'm slammin'
Out the door jamming Calling up the girls, gas to the floor
Ain't nobody got time to be sittin' ring side for dis muhh fucka!

[Chorus]
(I'm
Bussin' Out rhymes
Cuz my life got caught in the hang time
I'm 
Gettin' my bag
Cuz ain't nobody hiring saggin' pants)

[Verse]
Get on home Get on in Post up
And wait for the revenge Cold settin in
Crazy n*gga out wilin' Free styling
But I got my bag
So what the fuck?

Come try to send me to my maker
I'm a risk taker
Flexing and shootin'
Cookin' like a Swiss baker
Don't be coming rollin' up on me like you some kinda badass muhfuckuh
Bet you can't draw homie
I got twenty foh reasons why, homie
And yo casket ass gonna be meetin' God, homie...

[Chorus]
(I'm
Bussin' Out rhymes
Cuz my life got caught in the hang time
I'm 
Gettin' my bag
Cuz ain't nobody hiring saggin' pants)

I'm
Bussin' Out Rhymes
Cuz my life got caught in the hang time
I'm 
Gettin' my bag
'Cause ain't nobody need saggin' pants

Homie gonna play that love

*bang*

"Fuck!"

*bang bang bang*

90s Gangsta Rap, Evil old Black Male, ominous, Noir, Dark, Serious