Head Bussa

[Intro] Head bussa . . .

Head bussa . . .

Head bussa . . .

Head bussa . . .

I don't know 'bout you, but

I'm a head bussa (head bussa) [Verse: Noreaga] [Chorus 4x]

Hey yo . . .

Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car)

Drop Lex, black truck,

Gordo the "Lazy R"

And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all

I'm like a pitcher,

I throw my hits crazy far

I'm never faired up (faired up)

I got some lead what (lead what)

I'm like whatever

God, ain't a nigga better guard?

And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up

I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm

Know about you, but

I'm a bed crusher

See I don't know about you, but

I'm a head bussa

Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits

You see it's

God Favorite, he built the project bricks

No Re-my,

I'm good with just water and fish

Thugged out

Militainment see we focused - bitch

Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot

Or you can catch me in

LA, with a

Mexican midget [Chorus 4x]

See I'm a

Philly nigga,

I can't fuck wit a duck chick [Verse: Noreaga]

Yo, yo . . .

Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a slut chick

Jo-se (Jose)

I'm so relaxed it seems

The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine

Shit Star

Tek (Star Tek)

I hold my gun in the raids

And I can make planes crash through a two-way page

Niggas stack like, act like

I ain't made mad classics

Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards

But that's aight cause

I'm a still make more

And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw

I make songs for the poor niggas

The most "Grimey" and raw niggas, the ki-ki-kickin' your door niggas

Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck

I break She a bed crusher, see

I'm a bad person

I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late [Chorus 7x] [Bridge]

Duh . . .

Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R)

Ain't a damn - thing the same

Millionaires, that change the game

That got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grain

Don't calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa' sho nigga)

Kill for money, the raw and the caine

Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga

Fix your fingers, show me what you are [Verse: Noreaga]

That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell

See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell

And them Def

Jam niggas put that paper behind us

We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us

Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us

We in the '

Lac Truck, them niggas in

Path-Finders and-uh

People wanna scream they like

N.O.R.E.! ,

N.O.R.E.!

The crime scene like

N.O.R.E.! ,

N.O.R.E.!

Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too

A new-car, ask the

Jake, they call me "know shit"

We in LA getting' sucked off in

Malibu And hold this, yea nigga just know this

Cause everytime they question me,

I don't know shit

I always drink

Henny, hardly know the '

Cris Straight monster-wrist,

I keep a ill beat

And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak [Bridge] [Chorus 8x]