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no bullshit - dj quik lyrics

[2nd ii none]
all the way from the hood
one chocolate n-gga up to no good
yo i gotta watch my back, cause it’s like that
too many fools on a mission
tryin to put in work for a hood they ain’t even got they -ss in
everybody got beef, with me and my crew
but ain’t n0body step yet (so what the f-ck they do?)
talkin all day sh-t
runnin they motherf-ckin lip worried about who a blood or crip
man, f-ck the red and the blue team
fool, my color runs green
and it’ll stay as i choose
and if my homies ain’t down, they catchin the blues
they wanna stab me in my back huh?
but soon as they do, i’m comin back at cha
the same go for a b-tch
she wanna f-ck and be good, til the money maker switch
and then i’m out on my limbs
be got a grip on myself, and kicked the b-tch to the wind
cause my trust goes to no one (yup)
and sometimes – i can’t trust my d-mn self!
it’s a god d-mn shame
ain’t no reason to blame, one fool or one game
but it’s life and a n-gga gotta deal with it
man, i’m just tired of the bullsh-t

[dj quik]
now if the gangsta sh-t is what you’re cravin for
and the funky -ss tape is what you’re savin for
then look no further, cause i’m the brother
and i’ma break it down and kick the sh-t once more
now the n-ggas tryin to disrespect the q they get knocked out
n-ggas tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out
n-ggas tryin to catch a n-gga slippin get snuffed out
and b-tches tryin to set a n-gga up they get carried out
and yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar
that’s the same motherf-cker you’ll be hidin’ in
fifteen holes, flat tires and your windows gone
now what’s really goin’ on?
from denver to phoenix and even st. louis
everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
and to the suckers thinkin’ that a n-gga wouldn’t steal
how your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?
somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor
of my underground days mixed with bangin’ and humor
and when i got on stage, they all jumped in my way
shoutin, “whattup cuz?” just to see what i’d say
but i ain’t trippin, just checkin a grip
i ain’t crippin’ or even ruinin’ blood’n, just smokin a bud’n
gettin’ bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit
then come up in my face with that bullsh-t

- dj quik lyrics

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