NBS - No Bull sh** lyrics
[Verse 1: E Straight] A,b,c,d,f,g/ but wait don't forget about the e Yea I'm Evan bringing back the beat I take my limits to heaven see if you can compete NBS got no toleration/ like no bull sh** Follow our allegations You ain't been waitin You never had the patience And yes I can/ be a ladies man/ make 150 million grand Get so big NBS got their own brand/ so I look out the window/ and say this is my Now don't get us confused with rock/ we a group not a band Don't get us confused like dirt and sand/ if you do then I'll give you a back hand But this ain't tennis it's rap So if you dis me you fallin straight in my trap Cause I got homies that will get my back/ so if you wanna fight you better bring your gat Or Glock call it watevr you want/ I know I'm still gonna call you a c*nt We got you on third down/so now you gotta punt So if you mad you still better not front Or else me and my homies gettin ready to hunt Yea mobilize like the transformers And call me a good performer I may be white but I'm still better than you Yea u just started well I started back when I was 2 My first rhyme was gagu-gagu My rhymes make you seem like poo Say I got a big head/ well you ain't seen my dick Pull out my magic wand/ain't that a trick So while I'm jerkin you can call me a prick But just so you know I don't take no bullsh** [Hook: 50 Cal z] This is nbs no bull sh** f**ing with us? gonna get hit Right in the mouth If you ain't elite then get the f** out! [Verse 2: Pak Attack] Im a dragon with heart burn, lyrics so deep make ya stomach yern But some kids never learn, NBS rated R, u ray-ray-tard Im too quick for a slow cla**/ my philosphy is plain and simple If u throw sh** on me, u can possibley be in pain or be cripple My worst is ur best, i'll make sure ur life is a test Trial and error, no retakes, failing means fire and terror Hate to be the barer of bad news/but ur finished NBS is its own prodigy, ur beefless Like a mcdonalds fila o fish O look, o lay/ ur a f*ggot, but ur only excuse is, I was born this way Call me a big dick, but ur a undersized Migit Dont mind how I gloat/ one last thing/ only thing deep about u is ur throat [Verse 3: 50 cal z] Man we rap no bull sh** f**in with us gonna get hit We outta your league Its like lil wayne tryin to battle biggie Battelin 50/ is like lil jon tryin to battle big Pun You betta run Cause I ain't f**in around You b**hes wearin a night gown Cause its nighty night/ as I lay this hater down to sleep While he is countin sheep I count my money from murdering this beat Cut off your f**in feet Now how are you gonna stand over me? You can compete/ my sk** is beyond your reach So ya can't grab the mic/ this is my/ time to rhyme Words that you don't know/ purposely put them in a continuous flow Only I can perfectly rock the show Have fans screamin 50 is the bomb yo Cause I explode on to the stage Releasin anger in a lyrical way/ you sh**ted on the rap game an stunk it up 2 girls one cup Nbs bout to fix it up Went through a set of tools they broke down Hired some workers they workin now How to fix rap? Buy the manual its called the select 6 b**h/ just don't stay neutral/