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Correct I Ain't Bullshittin' Lyrics
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Correct I Ain't Bullshittin'
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[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I ain't made it this far fuckin' round stankin' ass bitches See I ain’t made it this far slippin' So I ain’t 'bout to start right now Said I ain’t bout to start right now, I ain’t bullshittin' I ain’t made this much money doin' bad business Or listenin' to stupid ass, goofy ass niggas So I ain’t bout to start right now Said I ain’t bout to start right now, I ain’t bullshittin' [Verse 1 : Royce Da 5'9"] Never hesitate to up-and-touch your foes jaw Bullet proof vest on fuckin' hoe’s raw Only fear I have is being a has-been Only thing I care about is just who’s been laughin' Dig a hole, make a box for soon as this craft ends Or just put my ass in rehab with Charlie Sheen, three tabs And some Jin for you to get mad and then We gon' sniff enough blow in here to kill two and half men Niggas think I came up fast in this game laughin' at lames With a map of an immaculate passageway to spectacular fame That’s how they do you every time, they think you’re fake You ain’t the truest until you make the papers then they sue you That’s when I tell you bitch to do it for this vine She ain’t gon' never say to me, she ain’t gon' do it Toast to long journeys, I ride separate, only problem that I have With the big motherfucker’s a wide stretcher, in long gurney Then you’re gon' see a murder case deflate When my attorneys apply pressure [Verse 2 : Joell Ortiz] And pressure bust pipes but I bet ya' This pipe gon' bust a motherfucker head If ever I catch a wild disrespecter Behind the scenes after playin' the side lines Dressed up in thug attire when they soft as a signal When that Wi-Fi messed up, this a hot spot Yeah right hater, play hop scotch or hot twat I’m hot [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I ain't made it this far fuckin' round stankin' ass bitches See I ain’t made it this far slippin' So I ain’t 'bout to start right now Said I ain’t bout to start right now, I ain’t bullshittin' I ain’t made this much money doin' bad business Or listenin' to stupid ass, goofy ass niggas So I ain’t bout to start right now Said I ain’t bout to start right now, I ain’t bullshittin' [Bridge: Crooked I] Why in the fuck would I listen to haters? Knowing damn well let 'em fuck with my paper 'til I die, I only listen to Crooked I [Verse 3 : Crooked I] I ain’t bullshittin' I keep it raw niggas rhymes diluted Prostitutin' for the label nigga your mind’s polluted Go ahead try and dispute it They buildin' an army full of niggas willin' to sell their soul and they asshole That’s the kind recruited, a sucker born every second time’s computed Just grab a nine and shoot it Hyper-feminine rapper claim your troops Let you lynch me in the orchard before I hang with fruit Unless they of Islam, I’m just sayin' the truth Rather hear me rappin' bout bitches givin' brain in a coupe I know, but I’m ill a G, like Matrix I'm a trilogy Not three movies I mean something that Pimp C would say, a trill-a-G And I’m sicker than mixin' liquor with Henney-cillin I’m chillin' in my coupe with no roof and I could see the moon shinin' Like whiskey in Tennessee No Jordan but a brick or key is 23 I’m the biggest thug of them all with a street poetry I leave blood on the wall so the streets know it’s me Crooked I, last rapper that won’t compromise Real nigga, they probably want me ostracised I’m the nigga you can’t colonize, not for dollar signs I don’t care if my profit rise, long as I prophesize Long as I’m the non-fiction documentary and you the nigga that dramatized No need to apologize, put your sorries in your big pocket Make up a dance to have a chance nigga, I rather Big Pac it I’d rather Pun L it, I’d rather Beans Jay it, I rather Em Nas it I don’t listen to you goofy niggas take on it That’s why the beemer got the temporary plates on it That’s why XXL got your nigga’s face on it It’s 97 Bad Boy, this my Mase moment (Amen)
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