Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Truth, artist - Blacastan. Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Truth |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play'. |
| 'For every rhyme I write, it’s 2−5 to life' |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play' |
| 'Tragedy's the name, figured I’d just remind y’all' |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play'. |
| 'For every rhyme I write, it’s 2−5 to life' |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play' |
| 'My, my poetry’s deep' |
| We are the Truth |
| We need no proof |
| Blowin' shots off roof |
| (Castro: Touch y’all, please don’t make us buck y’all) |
| Yo, the name’s Castro, I’m out for pesos |
| Fuck sitting on my ass like you couch potatos |
| While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin |
| I’m in the crackhouse and rock is cookin |
| Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings |
| Beat a nigga down, fuck if them cops is lookin! |
| Put that heater down son, cuz if you had to pop you wouldn’t |
| You would show up every shortcake topped with pudding |
| Soft ass nigga, sweet ass nigga |
| I’ma torch that nigga, peep that nigga |
| R.I.P. |
| that nigga, ??? |
| See, I’m that nigga, my four fingers on that trigger |
| Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns |
| 'fore they find your lungs on your doormat nigga |
| Cuz I pack price that’ll flush all your organs out |
| Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out |
| Blood drip when the force come out |
| Slugs rip thru a nigga face blowin large portion out |
| Talkin bout, you mu’fuckers swear you live, through homicide |
| Come and talk you out |
| Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away? |
| Now your ass gettin' carried away |
| We are the Truth |
| We need no proof |
| Blowin' shots off roof |
| (Castro: Touch y’all, please don’t make us buck y’all) |
| Truth is truth, real is real, love is love |
| Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood |
| We can go shot for shot, slug for slug |
| Hit you up, body bags zip you up |
| I am truly amazing, you cowards ain’t phasing me |
| Mahdi, 2−5, the O-G |
| I cock back, and pop them thangs |
| You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God |
| Glocks’ll bang |
| Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug shit? |
| But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone |
| 41st Side, Q. B |
| Bringin it home, homie we got that |
| Don’t ever try to stop my grind, cuz in the meantime in between tyin my nine |
| Steady long, steady strong when you fuckin' with mine |
| And I’ma ?eep? |
| regardless to the charges I’m a G |
| Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet |
| Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. |
| to South Prob y’all wanna fuck with the God |
| We are the Truth |
| We need no proof |
| Blowin' shots off roof |
| (Castro: Touch y’all, please don’t make us buck y’all) |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play'. |
| 'For every rhyme I write, it’s 2−5 to life' |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play' |
| 'My, my poetry’s deep' |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play'. |
| 'For every rhyme I write, it’s 2−5 to life' |
| 'Queensbridge and we don’t play' |
| 'Tragedy's the name, figured I’d just remind y’all' |