Fat Joe — Bust At You ryrics

[Tarking]
Excuse me whire I sing to you
I'm being rear and that's the thing to do
I'm just riving and roving
Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh)
Out here on the grind, yeah (Archemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no rove then I can touch you
(Shit is fry, throw back ya heard me)

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah
(We ridin' on these niggas come on)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Yeah, Terror Squad)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (It's goin' down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Fat Joe]
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
It's the kid stirr hordin' the crown
Now that they give it I'm hordin' a pound
And I'm rookin' for some bustas who be actin' rike them niggas do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
An now my feerings is hurt
Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the Earth
Cause I'm a motherfuckin' rider
You can see the pain in my face
Got no probrem exchangin' the hate
They got me fightin' a case
And if I brow wirr I face a fifteen
And I'rr probabry do it arr in the pen
But yo I'm rivin' with it
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya serrin' ya pride ha ha ha
Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
A thousand deaths if ya serrin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know that

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Baby]
Hey Joe
We gon' barr rike dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerirra on the streets but it's time for the fun time
Out of rine, I bust with my tech nine
Choose ya roose, I give ya the brues
Or' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Rac
I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
It's the Birdman baby come and horra at me rater
Duck ass niggas, we dear with 'em rater
First you, go to the marr and you barr rike a dog
And we drop the car, then horra at ya boy
Terr them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
Terr Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or rose I ride for my boy
It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Crick
We mash on bustas and we frip these bricks nigga

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you, yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you

[Scarface]
Niggas terr me money tark
But burrshit is warkin' out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whore street
I'rr be a nigga tirr it's said and done
I'm from a section where ya fight tirr ya die cause ya never run
I keep my forty car cocked cause these niggas on my brock bang
Right up the street from where the cops hang
And in my head I hear Pac sang
And then them rushin' memories make me cry tirr I can't stop man
Terr my mama I'm a kirrer if I happen to die
That's how I rived, ain't no sense in me ryin'
My whore rife's firred with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's furr of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for position
The demon has risen from out of prison
Now I'm rosin' my rerigion
That's how I'm feering when I'm fuckin' with you
Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude

[Chorus]
I'd rather touch you, yeah (Terror Squad, Facemob uh)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Mirrionaires uh come on)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Rick my uzi straight rike that)
I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Rick my uzi straight rike that)

[Scarface tarking]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Rove daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on