Lyrics:
whole life like it's my sworn testimony
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God
By the way, George Washington added that
So
Loretta Lynn
Just live your truth , yeah
Whatcha tryna prove here
John dear
You don’t gotta to try so hard
So what we ain’t fresh off the farm
I Wasn’t
I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight
a person didn't have it
You can call upon Soup
He was a giving person
He work hard cuz he had plenty purpose
He had a typa heart of gold
That wasn't cold
He
and the Mardi Gras (Yeah yeah yeah)
First 48 came in to town they see we living hard (They see we living hard)
Get on my knees I gotta pray up to the holy god
when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like
embarrassing thee
And when I'm in the mood I got my fist tight
Yeah I'm tight fisted and cold at heart like Scrooge
Bro said your hard and got nothing to lose
Whattup people
This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man
Dipset, Byrdgang
Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup
It's not a game man
I feel like man, I had
and bones
Been through hell left me skin and bones
But life's still sweet even though it's cold
And love brings heat cook it up like stove
Only certain people
watch you fall) Yo!
We'll watch you fall, fall
(While you watch us make it) Yeah
While you watch us speak it, speak it
Yo, I'm from a city
Of cold killers
now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga
They say the good die young, that's the truth
My nigga floating up in heaven
When I came back to the living
It was dripping blood and black
We all have capacity for true evil and death
But the cold hard truth
Is only some of us
hard to pretend
What if I have not got the mental capacity
To look or care for the so called truth?
Provide me with some stone cold proof
Pulverise my
back fast forward a couple years
Met George when I was a sophomore on the bleachers
Clipse had us boppin' and tappin' sneakers
AIM had us baggin' up
This the kinda rhyme dollar signs follow
This between your eyes fine Frida Kahlo
Awful white inside the Apollo
Your ceiling the sky so try hard with
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
sick
A cell, hard to pass me
I’m too cold they ain’t well
I gel, with black hippie Monáe Janelle
A droid, roid, hemmed in they pit
Niggas smell the shit
that's so hard to bare
You give me fever
[Rhymefest]
Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you achin
From asses ah-shakin all night
pops a thizzle, drops like a hot nickel and lick the pop sickle
Hop in the booth and bless the mike like a miracle, the truth is it's hard to kill and be
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
simple, the truth like no lies
No god, I know why
I make it clear, there's no reason for your life
And I make it ahead, see me speeding and blow by
You
it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile
That real shit is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck wild
And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones
Some of the worst paparazzi's I've
When you asked how I've been here without you
I'd like to say I've been fine and I do
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told
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