Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Truth, artist - Beanie Sigel. Album song The Truth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
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 |
| I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth |
| Cuz you know I’m known to melt a wire or two |
| 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, what I speak shall set you free |
| Nigga the truth |
| Ain’t 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 ain’t even chase this dream |
| I feel sorry for those who did |
| Y’all niggas can’t stop the BOL, whether rock or raw |
| I’m slingin coke in a Roc velour |
| You niggas know what block I’m on, Glock in palm |
| You wanna get shot, karate chopped or stabbed this song |
| Motherfucker |
| 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, what I speak shall set you free |
| Nigga the truth |
| 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 |
| 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, what I speak shall set you free |
| Nigga the truth |