Letras:
The Black Keys Busted

Well, I'm busted Yes, I'm busted But my heart Won't let me die If you feel alright, darlin' Won't you come around? Won't you come around? 'Round, 'round

Well I'm busted, yes I'm busted but my heart won't let me die. If you feel alright darlin' Wont you come around (x2) 'round (x4) If you love me like

: (Feat. Busta Rhymes) [The Game] Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to all my problems... [Busta Rhymes] The fuck you talkin' bout, n***a, what's

they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll

they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll

an bust, turn into a monster, eatin weak mc's up, smokin trees up, pinnin hoes knees up, feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up, findin Jesus prayin

Everyday it was almost the same thang 'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest What you are about to hear will portray The image of a young black

before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys

start to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees Chorus I caught that ill vibe Tip {word Bust?} yo yo word That ill vibe Tip {word Bust