Artist: Lil Scrappy f/ Lil Jon Album: The King of Crunk & BME Recordings Present Lil Scrappy & Trillville Song: Head Bussa Typed by: tncs821@bellsouth.net, knights13@charter.net Put yo' hand wit yo' fist up! {*4X*} Right about now (Wassup?!) We need y'all to rise (RISE!) For the International Head Bussas Anthem! Head Bussas! Lil' Scrappy! {*4X*} BME CLICK! Me? Who are ya? I'm Lil Jon! OKAAAY! BOOM [Chorus] We some head bussas, we some head bussas We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas We some head bussas, we some head bussas We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas [Verse One] I made up my mind that I'm ready to strike and I'm ready to fight Takin' out my steel killin' every fuck nigga in sight We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl (uh what you say?) Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all I'm the beast from the east, wit the fangs on my teeth I'll murder all of y'all bitches in the middle of the street And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me Straight knock yo' ass out into cap-tiv-ity Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide It be nothin shawty till the day that I die We strive, on tearin heads up! And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up We don't give a fuck about havin no click Da A got my back and ain't takin' no shit Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place [Chorus] [Verse Two] I speak my mind, cause bitin my tongue hurt Murder yo' ass wit lyrics and put yo' face on a shirt I'm a motherfuckin rider, cause I thought y'all knew I ain't run from nothin' even if it's twenty of you I think it's plenty of you that really want the shawty dead But watch what ya said lil shawty, I'm makin' bread Fuck all y'all born haters wit the hatred blood to match A long way but plus I run with G's and gats And shawty matter of fact these trill G's be thugs We ain't talkin behind yo' back and we ain't scared to bust I'm by myself, but bein alone makes you strong I stepped off the porch young, so shawty I been grown [Chorus] [Verse Three] ATL off the chain down here Ya come wit dat yappin and no action, you gon' disappear You walk in the club, it's tight like brass knuckles Straight elbowin haters like we jumpin off turnbuckles Beatin in ya door with dat clip on the tech Beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy Tell that stupid boy we throwin' 'bows and we ready Screamin' "swang shawty" to dem boys dat can't stand me Yeah shawty - I'ma ATL slugga Knockin' off heads on you pussy motherfuckers Shawty be sayin', "Scrap, you a cool boy!" But I know in my heart dat I'ma head bussa boy! (Head bussa!) [Chorus]