Buss Yo' Head Lyrics

Young Buck

publisher: ©EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe, David Brown, Michael Masser
album: Track 3 in album Buck the World
release date: 2007-3-27
popularity : 5 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Bounce
length: 4:59
producer: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
vocal: Young Buck
trumpet: Michael Williams
mixer: Pat Viala
recorded by: Alonzo Vargas
violin: Ashanti Floyd
trombone: Wilbert Neal
additional recorded by: Val Brathwaite
composer: Michael Masser, David Brown, Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe

Cover Art

Young Buck Buck the World cover art
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A'ight, rap *****a (yeah!)
You got twenty-four hours to live, ***** (ha ha)
Your time's up right **********in' now, *****
Dah, dah, dah, dah

Y'all *****s ain't no killers, y'all *****s some hos
And y'all act like gorillas, but you already know
If the gangstas feel us, then fifty should've let me go
All the rappers that was beefin' - they ain't talkin' no mo'
I'll bust they **********in' head, ho (Who wanna die?)
I'll bust yo' **********in' head, ho (I'm ready to ride)
I'll bust they **********in' head, ho (Who wanna die?)
I'll bust yo' **********in' head, ho (I'm ready to ride)

Can't wait to see ya, homey; gotta keep that nina on me
Haters wanna leave me lonely, but y'all ain't killin' me
**** you; ya ain't feelin' me; what you eat don't make me ****
I'm cleanin' my artillery and wipin' off these hollow-tips
Shawty like to swallow ****, and she set up good licks
I treat her like a pit and holla: "Get 'em, girl, get his brick!"
You know if you snitch, what we do to tattletales
Cut off yo' bottom lip, send it to you in the mail
I'm coverin' up my trails; I smell gunpowder
And the hood hot as hell 'cause of forty-eight hours
All my *****s tryin' to rob a rapper and get a bird
Take his platinum and his fur; get in the back of that hearse


Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin')
Listen to the devil when he open up his mouth
(Be quiet, you can hear them bodies callin')

Yes, I brought a A.K. to my concerts
So I don't need security; I put in my own work
I'm walkin' with my jewelry; I know I ain't from 'round here
But y'all gon' have to kill me before I lay it down, yeah
I was on the news for knockin' him out his shoes
But the dude got a son that go to my daughter's school
So I'm cool 'cause I can grab what he love most
And that's the reason why you see me laughin'; then go
Pay the bond money, let me get back to the streets
The one man army, a Indian with no chief
I got a bomb on me, so everybody move slow
Biggie Smalls said it, "If I go, you got to go."


(Beef) is when I see you *****s on the streets
The barrel of the Beretta knock out ************s teeth, *****
(Beef) Just when you think it's good to go to sleep
I crawl from under the bed, and put a hole in your head, homey
(Beef) is probably what you rappers gonna die fo'
It's somethin' that we live by, somethin' that we ride fo'
It's (beef) so when you see that '72 Caprice
With a chopper out the window like, buck a ************
This is (beef); just know that there will never be peace
This 40-Glock'll make you *****s never sell a CD
And since it's (beef), well, this might be my last verse
'Cause I'm a set it off; I'm about to blast first


Hey! Yeah
*****s know who it is, *****
It's ya homeboy Young Buck, ************s!
And I just beat another **********in' gun case, ha ha!
You know what it is, *****
Top of Bullets-burg, the world keeps turnin'
Dead bodies come up every day, *****
Get out the way!
'Cause I'm comin'

Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Push Em Back
  • 2 Say It to My Face
  • 3 Buss Yo' Head
  • 4 I Ain't Fucking Wit U!
  • 5 Get Buck
  • 6 Buck the World
  • 7 Slow Ya Roll
  • 8 Hold On
  • 9 Pocket Full of Paper
  • 10 Haters
  • 11 U Ain't Goin Nowhere
  • 12 Money Good
  • 13 Puff Puff Pass
  • 14 Clean Up Man
  • 15 4 Kings
  • 16 I Know You Want Me
  • 17 Lose My Mind / 50 Cent - Funeral Music