The Truth

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Mysonne

Year:

1999

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Yeah I want the sarcasm, with the anger 
All that shit mixed in 
OK let's do this 

The F*CK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!) 
Y'all niggas want problems? (I want the truth!) 
The F*CK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!) 
You niggas want problems? (You can't handle the truth!) 

The F*CK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!) 
Y'all niggas want problems? (I want the truth!) 
(You want answers?) (I want the truth!) 
(You can't handle the truth!) 

Yo, h-yo y'all niggas see the stripes, and ignore my rank 
We goin' do this like pirates now, walk the plank 
I don't know what niggas think, there's none above me 
Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me 

You want me to prove it's real, use this steel 
catch a body, and move to Brazil? 
But then how you goin' breathe, when your lungs ain't there? 
Comin' in your buildin', and my sons is there 

with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there 
Now y'all see how this shit turn from fun to fear 
But y'all don't play fair, so why should I? 
Get you hit by the same nigga that got you high 

Put two up in your side, and watch you cry 
And I know you can't survive but I'm a watch you try 
Say goodbye, y'all niggas ain't bulletproof 
You want what? y'all niggas can't handle the truth, yo 

[Chorus: x2]
The truth is... it's too late for a truce 
The truth is... y'all niggas ain't bulletproof 
The truth is... Mysonne is the truth and 
(You can't handle the truth!) 

Ah-yo the truth is, I'm young pretty and ruthless 
And I peel quick and steal shit, cause I'm lootless 
So don't confuse realness, with music 
Yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it 

Your hand shakin', you can't take the kickback 
So whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back 
'Cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay 
You ain't ready to have shootouts in the broad day 

My niggas bustin' while they drivin' down the one-way 
y'all niggas better pack y'all bags and run away 
I mean this fam, I'm makin' niggas disappear 
It ain't a game, and I think I made that crystal clear 

(I think so) Shit is official here, so you don't want to start this 
'Cause you too light, to get caught up, in the darkness 
Stabbed up, left hemorraghing, on a park bench 
You threaten mines? F*CK YOU, pardon my French 

[Chorus] 

Okay, you been forewarned, so y'all niggas better recognize 
Problem Children, don't forget the weapon ties 
I specialize in warfare and rippin' tracks 
And if it's war, then we ALL in with different gats 

or different bats, just keep spittin' this and that 
Just keep talkin', yo' ass goin' end up missin' black 
You not goin' listen til I'm yo' ear with the mac 
or you in the air, your spirit just lookin' back 

I done it all, from pimpin' hoes to cookin' crack 
Approachin' crews dolo, like what y'all lookin' at? 
I earn respect, that's why I wonder why me? 
Thorough to this, so why y'all still want to try me? 

That's alright, y'all niggas know where to find me 
Up in the Bronx somewhere, that's where I be 
Probably with my niggas shootin' lead off the roof 
See I told ya, y'all can't handle the truth 

[Chorus]

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