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Fust's remix of N.W.A's "Straight Outta Compton" fust.bandcamp.com

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ThisIsFust

Fust is an alternative hip-hop/alternative rock project started by Jon Banks in 2005. ATTENTION: Please check us out at: www.ReverbNation.com/Fust

Founded in early 2005, Fust is the alternative music project of Jon Banks. Fust's songs are notorious for jumping genre with music exploring rock & roll, alternative, hip-hop, house, punk, instrumental, ambient, electronica, classical, Spanish music, country, folk, freestyle rap, beat-box, trip-hop, pop-punk, electronic sampling, dance, acoustic rock, industrial, experimental, blues, classic-rock, reggae, comedic rock, spoken-word and even "commercial jingle". For up-to-the-minute information on Fust: [www.Facebook.com/ThisIsFust] & [www.Twitter.com/ThisIsFust] For Fust Video: [www.Qik.com/ThisIsFust] & [www.YouTube.com/FustMusic]

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap

Charts

#4,843 in subgenre Peak #76

Charts

Peak #1,245

Uploaded

August 12, 2011

Track Files

MP3

MP3 1.3 MB • 128 kbps • 1:22

Lyrics

Comin’ straight outta Dallas, 
crazy motherf*** er named Jon Banks,
Give thanks that I’m comin up the rap ranks,
Goin’ hard so I know ya don’t miss me,
The time is now: Dirk Nowitzki.
See me comin’, then you better just stay there,
Beware of the all-black Wayfarers,
12-Gauge put ya body in the background,
Sit down…before you get sat down,
Talk sh** , I’ma ruin yo month,
 n*** s get shot while I’m rollin’ my blunt,
Don’t try me, if I blow my gasket, 
Two to the face, no open casket,
 b*** please, I’m a certified pimp,
Dick so big that I walk with a limp,
Pop up with a gat in ya backseat,
Duct tape to the face, n*** , don’t speak
Yeah, I hear the gunshots all night,
Got a vest, I’ma be all right,
Never been caught, so I’ve never seen a cell block,
But I will put a head in ya mailbox,
Don’t move, got my aim on Deadlock,
If you see a red dot, boom, n*** , headshot,
Buck wild like I’m comin’ outta Baghdad,
Find ya grandma stuffed in a Glad bag,
Here we go y’all, Fust is baddest
Too high, can’t touch my status,
F*** money, don’t need no palace, 
Back it up, b*** : We’re comin’ straight outta Dallas

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