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Cheap Trick Busted

When my world is turning When it's turning upside down When all I see is rain When I think the night won't end I just think of you And I can see the

around, turn 'em around, turn 'em around Chorus *busted Busted for what I did I didn't think it so wrong Busted Busted for what I did I didn't think it so wrong Busted Busted

demon so cheap and at least she peepin go peep deep dead in yo pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks

my way to Maryland With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust he like to ask, "

mean And all you brothers that's thinkin' that you free from it You better start peepin' it before you eatin' it I know raincoats are cheap and might bust

' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! You little blood-clot boy, you must not know The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap And freak with

'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks

mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel bigger Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a nigga feel older And another gift from a sweet lick to a cheap trick

Under pressure, yeah, baby The pressure's on, Thug Life When it's on, it's on One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck with trick-ass niggaz 'Cause