Bootleg - Ain't sh** lyrics

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Bootleg - Ain't sh** lyrics

[Intro] Yea it's goin down for real now It's your boy Breed and Prozak yea and Bootleg This pain is going on inside me so what you know about us? (2x) [Verse 1: MC Breed] There's seven steps to my attic follow me in Keep it simple like a violin Fall in the pit- and then you try again Try again for thinkin your sh** can win Cuz you a star livin in the monetary art Till ten white uniforms break your jaw Got you twisted, we had a real king but missed it With all these trigga happy n***as actin like b**hes I'm sick, it got me fed up with sh** That's on the real you s**in on my sk** like a dick I ain't your family and you can't damage me You know what I listen to your rap style and throw up No blow up and show no real potential You fake, but you got an instrumental Now with this, let us redefine this word b**h Cuz all these b**hes I know they got dicks! [Hook x4] b**hes ain't sh**, the scripts been flipped now (Ya'll b**hes ain't sh**!) [Verse 2: Prozak] We flip the script and bustin shots Bustin clips and bustin Glocks Bodies broken and fallin from brawlin n***as crawlin Revenge and retaliation, ma** murder extermination No frontin' in your future, this 12 guage you're facin I'm thinkin about the fact my mind is gone Plottin battle plans like the Pentagon rockin it til the break of dawn I'm knockin mother f**ers down like the twin towers Me and Bootleg and Breed causin d**h showers Still venemous with the flow Prozak's about to blow co*k the hammer back let it go, get my dick s**ed at the show Enemies all engulfed in flames ,shotgun co*ks when I blow your brains 911 when I inflict the pain, when I diss I say no names [Hook] [Verse 3: Bootleg] I know that you jealous of me and my fellas you traitors Bootleg's the storm that was born to crush all of you haters So no hesitatin we eliminatin on Dayton Follow my path in shadows and blood like Satan- The year was 1992 when we were screamin f** cops Summertime, we on the grind, what's on my mind just dropped- All I need is 1 mic- 2 dykes- 3 drinks and more- Don't hate me b**h I done said that before! Gettin tired of the okey dokey Disrespect me in anyway I'll bust at your mama while she at kareoke Cross Prozak once, and you'll die twice- f** it, let me whipe my a** with your life... Cuz b**h you ain't sh**!!! [Hook]