Bus 1 For Me Songtext

Mastamind ? Bus 1 4 Me [Ice Cube sample] Wait, wait wait a minute, drop a old school beat [Mastamind] Boo what you wanna know I got that cops on that info Let me in hoe blaze the indo, raise the window No don't wanna let the smoke escape I gotta get high and say goodbye to this world I hate, Fuck it I roll like this the N-A-T-A-S, Lost in the bliss of the ghetto mist, Blinded to the fact they try to hold me back, I can't see shit but this wicket shit bringing me dollars and stacks You don't want that the pop off, don't want me to get my shot off Cause I walk to the beat of a different drum and you got lost Grab my hand little grasshopper, Let me show you the measure of a man so no one can stop you Study the fundamentals of the flow Then you'll know why I flow like so and where the devil logo ohh you don't know Loco nigga left for dead, Back to life without my mind I'm hearing voices in my head Telling me the wicked rhymes gone send you to hell G, But fuck them do what must be done and bust one for me Boo, here I am, fuck the introduction Mastamind's come to bust one, not fit for mass consumption, Only the strong survive through this song The ever living never die, life after death goes on and on, Till I'm gone stay the fuck out my face, I got a case of paranoia I might destroy you I need my space Don't swing for me, don't cling to me, Let me do my thing and be up and out the murder scenery, Another day another way to make my pay Reel Life Product just made another sucker take his life away, I'm back to life from the grave hoe, The M-I-N-D and them fools in R-L-P never gave no Mercy, remorse, no love, none of the above, You looking for tears of pity, Love don't live here in my city, I'll tell you what you can do or where you can go But not till you run to the storm of this horror show Then you can run to mommy dearest cause you fear this, And you was that same fool see Who said bust one for me [sample] (so I went to the crib and got the 12 guage) [Mastamind] It's like 3-2-1 here comes the drum, The wicked drum, thats the fucking drum you've been duckin from, Some wonder what evil is what is not, Hey yo imagine thought and now I'm not, some have alot The hellraiser's in your house kid and he doused it Left you to drown underground cause you ain't bout shit So all my niggas I'll send a message in a bottle Cause I'm going so deep for your shallow ass to follow, I got a gang of devilish niggas waiting to jump I gotta pump, want to get pumped, let me shake your rump punk, Dance wih the devil one time but the first dance is mine, You the next victim of an unsolved crime, With no clues I just break fools in twos Let me give these microphones some justice so i can bust it Hit me, My homies in my city know me to be a menace to the microphone, Fuckin it up all night long Hell yeah I kicks it like I don't care Prepare yourself for a scare When you say Bust one for me