N.O.R.E. Head Bussa Lyrics

[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 f___ my head up
I'm like whatever God, ain't a n____ 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 - b____
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 n____, I can't f___ wit a duck chick
Automatic whips, can't f___ wit a s___ chick
Jo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seems
The first n____ sellin' cracks through a fax machine
s___ Star Tek (Star Tek) I hold my gun in the raids
And I can make planes crash through a two-way page
n____s stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics
Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat b______s
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 n____s
The most ?Grimey? and raw n____s, the ki-ki-kickin' your door n____s
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 d___ - 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 n____)
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car n____
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 n____s put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us
n____s want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the 'Lac Truck, them n____s 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 n____s travel, too
We in LA getting' sucked off in Malibu
A new-car, ask the Jake, they call me ?know s___?
Cause everytime they question me, I don't know s___
And hold this, yea n____ just know this
I always drink Henny, hardly know the 'Cris
Straight monster-wrist, I keep a ill beat
And n____s hardly like you, your s___ still weak

[Bridge]

[Chorus] (8x)