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 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

Chorus 2x

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 , 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 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 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

Chorus