No Bullshit chords by DJ Quik
Intro 1
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Eb
F
E
F#
Verse 1
G
All the way from the
hood
Em
One chocolate nigga up to no good
G
Em
Yo I gotta watch my back,
Am
cause it's like that
G
F
Too many fools on a mission
G
Tryin' to put
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Verse 2
in work for a hood
Em
E
they ain't even got they ass in
F#
G
Everybody got beef,
with me and my crew
But ain't nobody step yet (so what
A
G
the fuck they do?)
E
Talkin' all day shit
Verse 3
G
F#
Runnin' they motherfuckin' lip
worried about who a blood or crip
G
Em
Man, fuck the red and the blue team
G
Em
E
Fool, my color runs green
G
Em
And it'll stay as I choose
Verse 4
G
And if my homies ain't down,
F
they catchin' the blues
Eb
They want to stab me in my
F
G
back huh?
But soon as they do,
Am
I'm comin' back at cha
G
E
The same go for a bitch
Verse 5
F#
She want to fuck and be good,
'til the money maker switch
F
And then I'm out on my limbs
G
Be got a grip on myself,
Em
and kicked the bitch to the wind
G
'Cause my trust goes to no
one (yup)
Verse 6
G
And sometimes - I can't
trust my damn self!
F
It's a god damn shame
Am
G
Ain't no reason to blame,
F
Am
one fool or one game
E
But it's life and a nigga
F#
gotta deal with it
Man, I'm just tired of the
E
bullshit
Verse 7
G
[D.J Quik] Now if the
Em
gangsta shit is
F
what you're cravin for
E
G
E
And the funky ass tape
is what you're savin for
G
Then look no further,
cause I'm the brother
Am
F
And I'm a break it down and
E
kick the shit once more
F#
Now the
Verse 8
F
G
niggaz tryin to disrespect
F
the q they get knocked out
G
Niggaz tryin' to disrespect
Am
the crew they get drug out
G
Niggaz tryin' to catch a nigga
E
slippin get snuffed out
G
F#m
And bitches tryin' to set a nigga
F
up they get carried out
Verse 9
And yeah that bucket that you ridin in,
Am
F
when the glock roar
G
That's the same mother
G
fucker you'll be hidin in
Fifteen holes,
G
flat tires and you're windows gone
Now what's really goin on?
Verse 10
From Denver to Phoenix
and even St. Louis
Am
Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
Dbm
And to the suckaz thinkin' that a
Abm
nigga wouldn't steal
F#m
How your jaw feel,
and is your nose healed?
Verse 11
Somewhere along the line
G
F
they musta heard the rumor
Of my underground days mixed
Am
with bangin and humor
And when I got on stage,
they all jumped in my way
Shoutin', "what up 'cause?"
just to see what I'd say
Verse 12
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 want to see me throw a full fit
E
Db
Then come up in my face with that bullshit
No Bullshit
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