Текст песни Lil Head f Z-Ro - No Bullshit
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[Z-Ro]I ain`t having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain`t friendlyTreat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something in meLike some lead, or if I`m moving weight they might set me up with the FEDsBut to a boy done shed, I`m one deep trying to get breadAnd I`m one deep when I bust heads, cause I`m not gonna tell on meWhen a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felonyI ain`t ready to do 85 percent, of nobody`s timeSo I keep`s it gangsta when I`m boss hogging, and solo when I grindA-R 1-5, AK-56 plus oneIt`s multiple homicide, if I happen to touch oneYou niggaz gon learn, or you niggaz are gon burnIt get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dollaAnd I gotta have it, by any means necessaryGuaranteed to see a million, before the cemeterySo I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on cockingIf my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R`s keep on boppin I ain`t stoppin[Hook]We ain`t, having none of that bullshitRepresent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitchGet out of dodge, cause we ain`t no play thangSee me and (Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn[Lil Head]In my life I keep it gangsta, all dayIn my life, I could peep a wanksta a mile awayIn my life, I trust me and nobody elseThat`s why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my beltDon`t let the small size fool you, try to play me for weakCause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beatYou got niggaz I got niggaz, but my niggaz the bestSee my niggaz all my niggaz, is guerillas with techsLil Head the 4`3 Giant, respect my nameIn order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the gameNow listen mayn, I`m trying to tell you some` for your own goodSee I`m the type of nigga, have you bailing out your own hoodI`m a General a Sergeant, no need to start thisRumble in the field with a lion, cause I`m raw bitchI`m raw regardless, whether it`s four to oneCause the pop from the glock, I know it`s gonna go through one[Hook][Z-Ro]I`m not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squabToo many problems in my life, I just can`t handle the stressNiggaz be trying to kill me, damn near dismantling my vestBut I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gunI got my gun and I`m busting, before you get a chance to whoop it outA soldier, folding up a motherfucker what he need for meEither with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I`m still gon fold himWhat you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punkDon`t make me make you say oh Lord, shut the fuck upI handle my bidness, and then I move around in the nightSo much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the SpriteSo keep my temper calm, collective and coolCause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoesTo keep my temper calm, collective and coolCause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes[Hook]