I Ain't Bullshittin'

[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)