Fat Joe: Bust at you

[Talking] Excuse me while I sing to you I'm being real and that's the thing to do I'm just living and loving Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh) Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh) If I can't get no love then I can touch you (Shit is fly, 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 still holdin' the crown Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them niggas do dirt Come to find out they ain't put in no work An now my feelings 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 problem exchangin' the hate They got me fightin' a case And if I blow will I face a fifteen And I'll probably do it all in the pen But yo I'm livin' with it Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha Death before dishonor for my niggas that ride A thousand deaths if ya sellin' 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' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time Out of line, I bust with my tech nine Choose ya loose, I give ya the blues Ol' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews It's the murder man mack, I stash in the Lac I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks It's the Birdman baby come and holla at me later Duck ass niggas, we deal with 'em later First you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog And we drop the car, then holla at ya boy Tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy Win or lose I ride for my boy It's the B-M gangsta, the D-Boy Click We mash on bustas and we flip 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 tell me money talk But bullshit is walkin' out on four feet That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street I'll be a nigga till it's said and done I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run I keep my forty cal cocked cause these niggas on my block 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 till I can't stop man Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die That's how I lived, ain't no sense in me lyin' My whole life's filled with danger Never been a stranger to homicide My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys And niggas fightin' for position The demon has risen from out of prison Now I'm losin' my religion That's how I'm feeling 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 Millionaires uh come on) I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) I'd rather touch you, yeah (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) [Scarface talking] Dedicated to my homeboy Pac Love daddy Facemob in the house Fat Joe and it don't stop Come on