Il testo della The truth

Beanie Sigel

Data di rilascio : 16/12/2003

Durata : 0:04:22

Stile : Hip Hop/Rap

I speak the truth
Truth , nothin but the truth
Y'all know what i bring to the game i speak the truth
The truth , nothing but the truth

Hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
'cause you know i'm known to metal wire too
You need a fire engineer when i lay this blaze
I melt down cracks that's real to save
Hit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blow
B. sigel with that arsenic flow
Fuck that , don't hold me back
I roll with crack , y'all cats told mac to rap
Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame
Speech all flame , streets y'all blame
It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name
I could go before your honor sit and peep my game
Gotta laugh , y'all acted like it spit it the same
Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game
I come from high school , and go straight to the league
Who you know who can spit at the sig

Nigga the truth , every time i step in the booth
I speak the truth , y'all know what i'm bringing to you
I bring the truth , you motherfuckers know who i be
I be the truth , when i speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth

Aint nothin changed with sig i'm still stuck in the kitchen
So what i'm signed , that's fine still stuck in position
You motherfuckers know me well , couple court cases from jail
Couple 4-4 shells from hell
Stuck on this mission , go home , my girl fussin and bitchin
Motherfucker won't you change your life , i'm thinkin
Motherfucker won't i change my wife
Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit
It's just another hustle ,another way for niggas to touch you
Now they know the face of beans
Now they , see my face on screens and i aint even chase this dream
I feel sorry for those who did
Y'all niggas can't stop the boar , whether rock or raw
I'm slingin coke in a rock valor
You niggas know what block i'm on , glock in palm
You wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this song
Motherfucker

Black friday management , and roc's the label
And i still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal
That bullshit vest can't save you
I had a doc open you up from chest to navel
See my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold ass table
And them hoes i gave you
I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital , while the cops guardin your room
You gotta see what i've seen , look where i've looked
Touch what i've reached , and take what i've took
You gotta go where i've gone , walked where i've walked
To get where i'm at to speak what i've talked
You gotta lay where i've laid , stay where i've stayed
Play where i've played to make what i've made
You gotta move what i've moved , use what i used
Use tools how i use , use fools how i use