Beanie Sigel - The Truth Lyrics
I speak the truthTruth , nothin but the truthYall know what I bring to the game I speak the truthThe truth , nothing but the truth[beanie mac]I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof boothCuz you know Im known to metal wire tooYou need a fire engineer when I lay this blazeI melt down cracks thats real to saveHit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blowB. sigel with that arsenic flow***** that , dont hold me backI roll with crack , yall cats told mac to rapYall dont realize yall released the beast untameSpeech all flame , streets yall blameIt should be an honor for yall to speak my nameI could go before your honor sit and peep my gameGotta laugh , yall acted like it spit it the sameWhy you mother*****ers cant get in the gameI come from high school , and go straight to the leagueWho you know who can spit at the sigChorus 2xNigga the truth , every time I step in the boothI speak the truth , yall know what Im bringing to youI bring the truth , you mother*****ers know who I beI be the truth , when I speak cell set you freeNigga the truth[beanie mac]Aint nothin changed with sig Im still stuck in the kitchenSo what Im signed , thats fine still stuck in positionYou mother*****ers know me well , couple court cases from jailCouple 4-4 shells from hellStuck on this mission , go home , my girl fussin and *****inMother*****er wont you change your life , Im thinkinMother*****er wont I change my wifeIgnorant bastard laughin like ***** the rap shitIts just another hustle ,another way for niggas to touch youNow they know the face of beansNow they , see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dreamI feel sorry for those who didYall niggas cant stop the boar , whether rock or rawIm slingin coke in a rock valorYou niggas know what block Im on , glock in palmYou wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this songMother*****erChorus[beanie mac]Black friday management , and rocs the labelAnd I still hit you niggas with shots thats fatalThat bullshit vest cant save youI had a doc open you up from chest to navelSee my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold ass tableAnd them hoes I gave youIm that nigga thatll come and pour salt in your woundAt the hospital , while the cops guardin your roomYou gotta see what Ive seen , look where Ive lookedTouch what Ive reached , and take what Ive tookYou gotta go where Ive gone , walked where Ive walkedTo get where Im at to speak what Ive talkedYou gotta lay where Ive laid , stay where Ive stayedPlay where Ive played to make what Ive madeYou gotta move what Ive moved , use what I usedUse tools how I use , use fools how I useChorus
