DJ Quik No Bullshit Lyrics

[2nd II None]
All the way from the hood
One chocolate n____ 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 a__ in
Everybody got beef, with me and my crew
But ain't nobody step yet (so what the f___ they do?)
Talkin all day s___
Runnin they m_________in lip worried about who a blood or crip
Man, f___ 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____
She wanna f___ 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____ to the wind
Cause my trust goes to no one (yup)
And sometimes - I can't trust my d___ self!
It's a god d___ shame
Ain't no reason to blame, one fool or one game
But it's life and a n____ gotta deal with it
Man, I'm just tired of the bullshit

[DJ Quik]
Now if the gangsta s___ is what you're cravin for
And the funky a__ 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 s___ once more
Now the n____z tryin to disrespect the Q they get knocked out
n____z tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out
n____z tryin to catch a n____ slippin get snuffed out
And b____es tryin to set a n____ up they get carried out
And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar
that's the same m_________er 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 n____ 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