I Ain T Bullshittin lyrics

Fee Fi Foe Fum, cause I came to slam

God damn, its time for you to learn about the man

I peep punks off pursuadin niggaz to pick a place

Huh, on the one here comes to gun to your fuckin face

Cause I catch deep on the streets when I creep

And if by chance I happen fall asleep, don`t try ta wake me

Lord for bid I got a grudge on these white folks

For holdin my niggaz and forcin niggaz to sell dope

So I must flush in a rush all this hush hush

I`d rather hear some noise when I go for the bum rush

Strike 1, strike 2, motherfuckin strike 3

Words from that nigga DMG hey you remember G

6-1`s how I stand a hundred and sixty pounds

Pretty with my thangs, when I be gettin down

Call me good, call me bad, or call me what you want

Cause any way that it goes I still get what I want

Take out him, take out you, take out your fuckin crew

Pop a soda, pop a brew, and pop a honkey too

Ressurect you can bet that I can break a neck

With my hands in demand but I ain`t finished yet

I got the skills to deal when I feel

On the real to real I kill when my lyrics bring dollar bills

I breaks em off, breaks em off somethin proper

Proper dopper somethin like a Burger King Whopper

I ain`t bullshittin



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Uh, yeah, I ain`t bullshittin



6-4-5 13 91

Is the number you can call, to reach the nigga with mega balls, huh

Never bullshit just toss me another clip

So I can like fill this shit, and swallow a niggaz lip

I got em sewed, got em sewed, got em sewed up

Tear a niggaz dome up, watch a nigga fold up

DM to the motherfuckin G

Hardcore motherfucker when approached by an MC

Homicidal black man, suicidal trigger man

Menace to society I ain`t takin no shorts man

Niggaz call me lunatic, bitches call me ludocris

Fags call me devlish but I`m stickin to a lunatic

As I transfer lyrics bad as cancer

Big staya hatcha I been waitin ta chance ya

Huh, right now I`m rollin like a light

Little penny niggaz gettin bucked

so this nigga`z gettin smack by my presence

I`m in the essence of a nigga

The one who pulls triggas and if he`s bigga I pull another trigga

6-8`s how he stood full of indo

Heads fat as bricks, enough to shatter your window

2 or 3 slugs to his face, then he hell squirt

7 more shots to the dick, put it in the dirt

Cause in the ghetto I`mma say you never say ya chicken

And DMG is on this here and I ain`t bullshittin



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Nuff rocks out to my nigga Stuff, B Quick, Scarface

And Mad Ron rest in peace my nigga, I love ya man

And I`m out
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