Album: "I'm Still Livin"
Label: Rap-A-Lot Records / Asylum Records
Format: CD, Album 
Country: US 
Released: 07 Nov 2006

09. Let The [bad word] Be Told  
Producer – Mr. Lee
Written-By – L. Williams, M. Edwards

Lyrics:

[Hook]:

Time to let the [bad word] be told, it ain't no brighter days
Cause when it all unfolds, a [bad word] gon just pass away
These haters, trying to stop my grind
But I bet them hoes, can't block my shine
So tired of taking losses, not this time
I can't save the whole world, I'm just trying to look out for mine

[Z-Ro]:

I been getting a lot of exposure lately, on niggaz songs and in they videos
Cause they know I'm a O.G., not an original gangsta but an organized general
They see me pulling up in my 300 banging, gators on my feet and jewelry dangling
Everybody love the way I look on the outside, but inside I be paining
Is it ever gonna stop raining, nothing but thunderstorm clouds hover above me [bad word] I use to break my back to make sure my niggaz was straight, but they still don't love me
That's why it's no more pain on my lower arm, and one deep tatted on my other arm
If you see me looking in y'all direction, I'm not about to speak fin to do you [bad word] harm
Got seventeen albums and they all selling, so tell me why the [bad word] my pockets ain't swelling
Ain't never did nothing to nobody, that didn't have [bad word] to 'em [bad word] I'm a felon
Feel like I was failing God tell me when I'm gon win, you know when I'm blessed you know when I'm gon sin
You were there at the beginning of my days, I'm just hoping I see you after all my days end
And I don't give a [bad word] what these people say, half the people in the church got evil ways
I was just looking to make a lil' scrilla, but it turned a lil' Christian into a lil' killer
From label to label and gun to rifle, it's a forward march ain't no time to retreat
If you able to save a nation go 'head, but I'm [bad word] to get myself some'ing to eat

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]:

No more [bad word]  backwards hustling this is my year
I been in the game since 9-5, [bad word] I'm still here
I hear the background that side talk, and cheap bumping
If you don't like who I signed with, then give me some'ing
Just six months ago, they said the Don was all over
But I just tightened my flow built the buzz, and came colder
I touch them street G's, them go-getters and crack stars
You six feet deep or somewhere asleep, behind them iron bars
Cause I done knocked off plenty cars, and knocked off plenty hoes
Then pulled up plenty shows, candy paint and glass 4's
Look at 'em whispering, like some hoes on the sideline
They second string and cheerleading, while I'm getting mine
I know I been down, can't wait till the next round
Tomorrow's tomorrow, but today [bad word] it's right now
It's Ke and Ro, and fa sho that's a gangsta hit
Get up out our life hoe, get up off our [bad word] trick

[Hook]