Bustin Back      Motherfuckers bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back (2X)      Verse 1      Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door   nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz   took a shot at the door, nigga you ain't know   ain't no Art of that War, fuck war   we can take it to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet   never ride alone cuz I roll one deep   black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep   in the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city   it's a pity when you fuck with the Chi   nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot   an why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa   like a lethal pilla, an smoke a dime like a phat philla   cuz I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa   every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga   step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome   infared beam an it see that your gone   not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong   Motherfucker wanna run up then it's on, lets go   an you been up to some, no play   I'ma catch you on yo off day   hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play   nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap   an yo style an yo life too   ain't no tellin what we might do   Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I'm down with the right crew   an now I call for the right 2   split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic   BOOM! did yo dawg an you like who   switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon      (Chorus 2X)      We some murderaz, K-I-L-L, kill or be killed   (mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back)      Verse 2      Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo   steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes   steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die,   the whole C-H-I gonna roll   so what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal   disrespect the wrong town, clown   step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill   just gotta pull it, clone what   an leave yo whole click get struck   fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked   all your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that   children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work   this CHI town cap peela   hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute   yo punk dont play so you better get a little   nigga want war pack the ATF blast out   yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out   get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out   nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch   an shout right now from the Lexus   fuck Bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it   stick it, stick it, bitch now what?      Verse 3      I'm sick of all this bullshit   watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it   can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't wanna be you   an ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two   my four-five gonna meet you, Bone   thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the CHI town armory   hit 'em all when they come wit these   caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3   come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be   when you come here from that East '99   for fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap   an what you lookin for, you gonna find   losin holes in my gold gat   in full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh   I know your high on green, you messed up   pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up   cuz we blast y'all keep in wit the masters   an I'm in it to win it, will I serve a bitch   I'm my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch      (chorus 4X)      Verse 4      Better be remotivated wit a mack 10   masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz witha passion   bullets crash we load them thangs   so muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain   I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain   well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain   say my name, A to the muthafuckin K   on that note nigga I close yo casket bastard   that flower shit thats high an drastic   supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me   that y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit   ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard   our click to serve a bitch   only CHI town niggaz do run it like this   only CHI town niggaz do run it like this   only CHI town niggaz do run it like this   take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads   We'll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold   my 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip   an leave yo whole crew sick my dick   an you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones   dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one   that all you bitches better dodge for life   you want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life)      (chorus 4X)