Lyrics Street Truth - The Legion

Street Truth

Hard like concrete, a motherfucker straight from the street
Let’s dance through the struggles, beat, how sweet
Children playing while the women roll deuces
The real niggas looking for some new shit
That quarter is the ideal that you get when you’re wet
When days terminology tech
Scramble city, slaying rocks like the west
Buck, duck down, now who forgot the vest?
Proceed with caution, the zone of danger
With a fat clip with two in the chamber
A spoonful of dope, a bundle of joy, 1970 real McCoy
Now you’re cooling at the pond with Nikky, Ike, Mike, and Spike
Fingers getting sticky, I’ll drift with pops down to 116
Feeding time was prime, hitting for a fix now
Hustle, daddy, hustle, I wanna go shopping
Down by the clinic people need a popping
History before my eyes, the paper town players
With the mafia, top down
City’s going up, sparks flying for respect
It’s 1990's, you’re fucking with the 8
And as I’m speaking be more addictive
DC safe, man, we help 'em help the victim
JC jacks, niggas lift the fat, all that supremacy teamed with the cat
Friends stay on lookout, think your problems up
Markers make your money and your minors corrupt
Put me in the Beamer with some blow outdoors
Cut with a petty knife, take no shorts
You took in the game a hand to handle
With bitches over Mac just like Tony Montana
The ground is yours and don’t you ever snitch
You feeling me, your girlfriend, ain’t that a bitch?
Acclamation, there’s no hesitation, clean in the eyes, I feel infiltration
Don’t sell shit, I don’t wanna hear it
If you love your money then go and fucking feel it
Pussy power papers, ghetto to the glitter
Standing on the block with no babysitter
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
It’s the name of the game that they call street truth
One nigga, two nigga, three real niggas
One nigga, two nigga, three real niggas
Fuck fucked up shit 'cause niggas busting shots
That’s why I be on the corner with my best in my block
Standing on the avenue and demanding you back the fuck up
I have to blast a few, I ain’t the one that be having that crack
Survivor of the streets, yeah, but now I bust raps
I took the L and my time will help
Hear me, go back and bring the fucking bell
Trick with the system, jewelry damn truck
A big nigga boy, had them rolling with Chuck
Respect in the ghetto, they like how it looks
Along with death comes the motherfucking crooks
Yeah, I took a bullet, I lost a load of blow
Got no damn vehicle but yo, I got my soul
Life to me is much harder
And I’m still here and I’m 'bout to be a father
These niggas got loot, they got cash in the stash
No time for substance, how the fuck they gonna last?
A bird on the wire, this rapping gone fire
Hitman for hire, life expired
You never, never know when it’s time to go
To the blocks that you had and your feel for blow
Go ahead, nigga, go and find the proof
Ain’t a damn thing funny, fucking with the street truth