N.O.R.E.

Head Bussa

N.O.R.E.


Head Bussa

[Intro] 
Head bussa . . . 
Head bussa . . . 
Head bussa . . . 
Head bussa . . . 

[Chorus] (4x) 
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa) 

[Verse: Noreaga] 
Hey yo . . . 
Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car) 
Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the ¡°Lazy R¡± 
I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far 
And if you is what you smoke then - hey y'all 
I'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what) 
And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head up 
I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard? 
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 
You see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricks 
Chicks love us anyway, cause we just make hits 
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) 

[Verse: Noreaga] 
Yo, yo . . . 
See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a duck chick 
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 
I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out late 
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person 

[Chorus] (7x) 

[Bridge] 
Duh . . . 
Ain't a damn - thing the same 
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R) 
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] 
See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tell 
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell 
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 
The crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! 
People wanna scream they like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.! 
Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too 
We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu 
A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me ¡°know shit¡± 
Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit 
And hold this, yea nigga just know this 
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)