Delt with the Bullsh*t lyrics

[Prodigy]
Dunn it's real like that

[Havoc]
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah(uh huh)
Yeah, ha(solo on that ass ? dealt with the bullsh*t)
Check me out dunn(yeah)
Check me out now(out yo)

Yo
Feel me on the road, feel me at the shows
Feel me for what I stand for
And I'mma do it til the death til I can't no more
f*ck a ho, it's all about dough
Still, f*ck her and still don't love em
That's word to mother
Un-cover the truth, enjoy my youth
It's die or lose
I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen
On the strength that I had to hurt something
Cuz my stomach hurtin
I'm a cool n*gga, but don't let me start buggin
Love my moms, love my little sis, plus my little dunn
n*ggas gotta eat, f*ck settling for crumbs
Hell no, me a bum on the streets looking dumb
Til hell freezes over yo y'all n*ggas better run
[Hook](Repeated 2x)
(Havoc)
Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh*t
Lived through the bullsh*t
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My n*ggas do kill sh*t (pow pow, pow pow pow)

[Prodigy]
Guns redundant
My dunns move in abundance
We loose cannons, my rugar will pop somethin
What's all the frontin
Being cavilier will get you nothing
Or maybe touched though
Keep pressing me and we be thumpin like The Lords vs. The Hawks
When little boy got a foot long stuck in his back
And punctured his lungs
It's very brutal, how the N.I.C. will do you
Yo get KO'ed and p*ssed on for being rude
Yeah, respect the colors and the flag i wave
Respect the I.M.D. embroidery
My sh*t is classic and authentic
Blowin di*k
Y'all n*ggas grafting my whole presence
Get your own sh*t
My voltage, be higher than the wire pole get
King vulture, more flyer than your average rap pigeon
Now, twist up your cheebas
I get deeper in depth
My rap page make n*ggas throw they reefer at us
Love me, bless me, like you supposed to do
Just don't test me n*ggas I be toasted up
What(echoes)
[Havoc]
Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh*t and lived through the bullsh*t

[Hook #2]
Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh*t
Lived through the bullsh*t(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah)
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My n*ggas do kill sh*t(pow pow, pow pow pow)

[Prodigy]
My style, identical to guns that burst
I'm like a fourth when I go off, or even worse
It's like an ill box cutter fight where no one backs down
My sh*t burn, make em far from a clown

[Havoc]
Ayo, likewise, see a n*gga, lookin' through his eyes
And a n*gga that I can't trust is a n*gga I despise
Then I, reply with a cold shoulder
You ain't a gat toter, you just a crossover switchover

Chorus #2

[Hook #3]
Cuz I done dealt with the bullsh*t
Lived through the bullsh*t(uh huh, yeah)
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My n*ggas do kill sh*t(pow pow, pow pow pow)