No Bullshit Lyrics - Way 2 Fonky - Dj Quik

[2nd ii none] 

All the way from the hood 

One chocolate nigga 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 ass in 

Everybody got beef, with me and my crew 

But ain't nobody step yet (so what the fuck they do? ) 

Talkin all day shit 

Runnin they motherfuckin lip worried about who a blood or crip 

Man, fuck 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 bitch 

She wanna fuck 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 bitch to the wind 

Cause my trust goes to no one (yup) 

And sometimes - I can't trust my damn self! 

It's a God damn shame 

Ain't no reason to blame, one fool or one game 

But it's life and a nigga gotta deal with it 

Man, I'm just tired of the bullshit 

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[dj quik] 

Now if the gangsta shit is what you're cravin for 

And the funky ass 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 shit once more 

Now the niggaz tryin to disrespect the q they get knocked out 

Niggaz tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out 

Niggaz tryin to catch a nigga slippin get snuffed out 

And bitches tryin to set a nigga up they get carried out 

And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar 

That's the same motherfucker you'll be hidin in 

Fifteen holes, flat tires and you're 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 suckaz thinkin that a nigga 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 bullshit 

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