Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Truth , by - The Legion. Release date: 19.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |