DMG - I Ain't Bullsh**tin 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 n***as to pick a place Huh, on the one here comes to gun to your f**in 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 n***as and forcin n***as 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, motherf**in strike 3 Words from that n***a 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 f**in 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 sk**s to deal when I feel On the real to real I k** 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 bullsh**tin (CHORUS) Uh, yeah, I ain't bullsh**tin 6-4-5 13 91 Is the number you can call, to reach the n***a with mega balls, huh Never bullsh** just toss me another clip So I can like fill this sh**, and swallow a n***as lip I got em sewed, got em sewed, got em sewed up Tear a n***as dome up, watch a n***a fold up DM to the motherf**in G Hardcore motherf**er when approached by an MC Homicidal black man, suicidal trigger man Menace to society I ain't takin no shorts man n***as call me lunatic, b**hes call me ludocris f*gs 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 n***as gettin bucked So this n***a'z gettin smack by my presence I'm in the essence of a n***a 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 bullsh**tin (CHORUS) Nuff rocks out to my n***a Stuff, B Quick, Scarface And Mad Ron rest in peace my n***a, I love ya man And I'm out