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No Bullshit
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[2nd II None]
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All the way from the hood
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One chocolate nigga up to no good
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Yo I gotta watch my back, cause it's like that
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Too many fools on a mission
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Tryin to put in work for a hood they ain't even got they ass in
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Everybody got beef, with me and my crew
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But ain't nobody step yet (so what the fuck they do?)
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Talkin all day shit
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Runnin they motherfuckin lip worried about who a blood or crip
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Man, fuck the red and the blue team
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Fool, my color runs green
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and it'll stay as I choose
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And if my homies ain't down, they catchin the blues
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They wanna stab me in my back huh?
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But soon as they do, I'm comin back at cha
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The same go for a bitch
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She wanna fuck and be good, til the money maker switch
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And then I'm out on my limbs
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Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the bitch to the wind
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Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)
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And sometimes - I can't trust my damn self!
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It's a god damn shame
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Ain't no reason to blame, one fool or one game
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But it's life and a nigga gotta deal with it
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Man, I'm just tired of the bullshit
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[DJ Quik]
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Now if the gangsta shit is what you're cravin for
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And the funky ass tape is what you're savin for
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Then look no further, cause I'm the brother
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And I'ma break it down and kick the shit once more
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Now the niggaz tryin to disrespect the Q they get knocked out
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Niggaz tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out
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Niggaz tryin to catch a nigga slippin get snuffed out
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And bitches tryin to set a nigga up they get carried out
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And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar
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that's the same motherfucker you'll be hidin in
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Fifteen holes, flat tires and you're windows gone
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Now what's really goin on?
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From Denver to Phoenix and even St. Louis
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Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
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And to the suckaz thinkin that a nigga wouldn't steal
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how your jaw feel, and is your nose healed?
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Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor
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of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor
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And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way
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shoutin, "Whattup cuz?" just to see what I'd say
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But I ain't trippin, just checkin a grip
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I ain't crippin or even ruinin blood'n, just smokin a bud'n
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gettin bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit
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Then come up in my face with that bullshit
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No Bullshit
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| DJ Quik |
