Head Bust

See him laying there, on the concrete
Listen hard enough, you can hear his heart beat
His arms spread out, let the crowd back
Stand back nigga, don't get your head bust
I rep VA, 'til I DK

Huntersville, part of Norfolk where we stay
I play the blocks and the cops want to tease me
I'm in the pots and my partners is greasy
I walk the streets with the knife that the Reaper carry

If you ain't heard about it, read the obituary
You get late, you better leave cause it's very scary
Have you calling on Jesus like Mary Mary
It's a Saturday night, 92 degrees

I got a cup of those, I need a few of these
Sharks round up, niggas 'bout to roll
Let's fuck this clown up, nigga got to go
Fuck that hot shit, nigga I got this

I have his mom and pops on Hospice
Your lifetime running out, heard the clock tick
You can watch this, I will not miss

Imagine how tough it is to run for your life
When you're under that knife, when your lungs get tight
And your grandma calling you to come to that light
And you know you want to hug her, but something ain't right
I'm giving you a shark-eye view as I lead on

Speed or get peed on, Norfolk's a free zone
Huntersville, Amsterdam, I am the candy man
Blues crew's come through, we fuck up the camera man
Gambler's gambling, families are scrambling

Call up the ambulance, prepare for the avalanche
Mr. Treat-you N-double-O-S-E
Test me, chest beat, where does the
Address me, suggest he best be on best behavior

No savior, nothing can save your
Make you go to his maker
I'll break you then take you under some
You dig?



Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Nathaniel Johnson
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