Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song With the BS , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 29.07.2013
Song language: English
With the BS |
| Slegna Headquarters, 2014 |
| Everyday is a struggle |
| We dread the day and pray we make it through the night |
| Anything turn up we with it |
| So I buzz cut my hair |
| Put on my please-come-trip-with-me suit |
| Lace my boots tight and what |
| Ahhwoo ahhwoo ahhwoo |
| Turn up, turn up |
| Hard times living in this bad land of mine |
| Everybody on vanilla skys by design |
| A lot of my brothers are buried, a lot of 'em in their prime |
| So take my chopper and stick it where the sun don’t shine |
| Ahhh — please don’t make me make you say that |
| Tripping cause momma ain’t really happy where she stay at |
| I can’t afford to move her away until I pay that |
| IRS a new Maybach, I’m tripping don’t come my way, Jack |
| Son needs a way through college |
| Daughter too, harder, you gotta pay for true knowledge |
| Sinner eyes when a guy get layed off |
| Everything ain’t payed off enterprise |
| Beam up, I’m finna die, in a lie, them and I minimized |
| I’mm kinda tripping in my go clothes |
| Step with malicious intent, I’m throwing bolos |
| To my soul goes |
| The average person they hurting cause for certain everybody’s doe low |
| I’m with the bullshit tonight |
| If they tripping I ain’t tryna do right, uh, uh |
| I’m with the bullshit tonight |
| Let it loose on every devil in sight, turn up |
| Yeah, tell 'em I’m tripping, I’m at war with these devils |
| Dumped that bitch in the gutter, they can’t get on my level |
| I ain’t give a fuck about nothing with the way I’m strapped up with this metal |
| I was tripping in the back of a truck that I done packed with these shovels |
| I don’t want no problems, just want you to leave me the fuck alone |
| Before I end up inside of a cell and have a neighborhood inside of your home |
| My money be funny just laughin at niggas |
| And the hoes they got keep asking them niggas |
| How I’m crashing them niggas while I’m passing them niggas |
| Well, take your seat and fasten them niggas |
| Before I dispose the trash of them niggas, go to smashing them niggas |
| I’m on that bullshit, ain’t nobody finna pull shit |
| D got my wrists rolls-es balling, I’m on some bullshit |
| Pay attention |
| It don’t get no realer, hater killer, about that drama |
| Terroristic, risk it, you get Truth Osama |
| If I don’t get you The Boss back to me with that llama |
| Bitch this is what we do, believe it, downing niggas' mama’s |
| Cocaine on my mama’s table, I’m out of line |
| Doing lines open wide, nigga suicide |
| Blood in my vein, hella drugs in my vein |
| Rap with the strap, keep the thugs entertained |
| All my foes I leave critical, they pitiful |
| I’m a 5 star general, East side cannibal |
| West side salute it, all these kids my students |
| Class still in session, the shooters I just recruited |
| Turn up — look I came to bust a motherfuckin head |
| Got some wild knucklehead killers bucking lead |
| I came from the bottom, now I’m on the roof |
| I’m big-headed so the coupe never had a roof |
| Thug life, got that 2Pac up in my boombox |
| Gassing on these pussies, no brakes, they pray I do stop |
| We all with the bullshit and I’m the boss |
| When I holla shake down we gonna set it off |
| So with it, if you want it then you gonna get it |
| So terrific with this bullshit, the best that did it |
| The best to give it, get me livid then I’m diving in it |
| These pussies talk it, they don’t walk it, they ain’t never did it |
| Aim and bust then I bust then I bust and bust |
| Blood gush in the rush from the school crushed |
| Scarce thoughts being bought from these wars fought |
| Real talk, I’m a validated warhawk |
| History, this ain’t shit to me, let’s get it, V |
| Click the heat, no defeat, I need victory |
| It’s meant to be what these villain niggas bent to be |
| Tendecies, stick this story, fuck the enemy |
| Snapping and losing it fast — Ruger, extended the mag |
| Fuck it, they wearing no mask — jump out and dumping the brass |
| Crushing, concussion these fast — a movie where Scoobie get mad |
| Jesus ain’t helping your ass — leaving inside of a bag |
| I’m with the bullshit |