No Bullshit Bars Freestyle Pt. 1 Lyrics
(Chef Don)
money singing so good, Sunshine Anderson
niggaz in hood, black tims and a champion
right time, land inda wrong place, knife in my left hand, wrong side of the plate
I write no bullshit,
first take could blow ya mind out
I don't play games, u say u want timeout
u had to find out, I write niggaz outta history
if you mad now, I'm the cause of your misery
bagged ya last chick she likes swag, a lil' mystery
had to let her go she picking names for da kids to be
I got a lil fame, watch a nigga double it
shot E & J, pre-game before I club and shit
I'm tryna fucka ho, shewant anigga justta cuddle wit
no bullshit, bars never caught a case
I only spit crow bars, hawk-it at in face
u see,I stay fly, sky-walk in the place
I'mma bastad, like sex befo' marriage
killing hoes, have a closed casket
fo Cun,do-lence, fags geta fruit basket
I'm blast-ing like blaaaah kill weak flows
like a lite meal, aaaah I eat those
chef boy najee, we MAKE real dough
u can't, see me, da mixtapes like a peep hole
flo so cold, keep making niggaz feet cold
I'm too hot bitch, blow then taste
drop da mixtape or the BARS go to waste
stay wit a fullclip with the beam on face
and i always keep hot-six-teen on my waist
(Pause)
Aww well, your chips kinda stale
don't smoke-but-my-niggaz higher than a light bill
I got weight up, broke niggaz on a diet pill
If bad pussy kill, bad bitches to the death of me
at least make a mill, if you wanna leave a legacy
no bullshit, bout to drop a new valume
if kon on the track, u might get a ear spasm
I set the bar high, some of ya'll you can't fathom
Call me Najee or Sean C grandson
and one, giving NBA fouls
word play too hard, I spit bars, no trial
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Instrumental
Gladys Knight - License to Kill (Sample)