The truth

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

[beanie mac]
I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
Cuz 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 motherfuc*** 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

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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 motherfuc*** know who i be
I be the truth , when i speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth

[beanie mac]
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 motherfuc*** 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 f*** 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

Chorus

[beanie mac]
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

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