No Bullshit

[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 niggas tryin to disrespect the Q they get knocked out Niggas tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out Niggas 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