no bullshit þarký sözü

[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

[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