The Truth (исполнитель: Beanie Sigel)
I speak the [bad word] Truth, nothin but the [bad word] Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the [bad word] The [bad word] nothing but the [bad word] [Beanie Mac] 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 [bad word] flow [bad word] 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 [bad word] can't get in the game [bad word] from high school, and go straight to the league Who you know who can spit at the Sig [bad word] 2X [bad word] the [bad word] every time I step in the booth I speak the [bad word] y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the [bad word] you [bad word] know who I be I be the [bad word] what I speak shall set you free [bad word] the [bad word] [Beanie Mac] 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 [bad word] know me well, couple court cases from jail Couple 4-4 shells from [bad word] Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin and [bad word] [bad word] won't you change your life, I'm thinkin [bad word] won't I change my wife Ignorant [bad word] laughin like [bad word] the rap [bad word] 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 boar, 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 [bad word] [bad word] [Beanie Mac] Black Friday management, and Roc's the label And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal That [bad word] 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 [bad word] table And them hoes I gave you I'm that [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word]