Lyrics:
a nigga go they gon tell you I'm the truth
I got it on lock from the streets to the booth
Been jumped off the porch, you still sittin on the stoop
Ain't no
just tell the truth
When your broke they ain't nothing to lose (ain't nothing to lose)
When I'm in the booth I just tell the truth
When your broke they
The people who designed it
But I ain't givin' in and
I ain't sufferin' in silence
I'ma tell the truth
I swear to God that I ain't lyin'
I've been at parties
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what's ancient, they tell us we ain't shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left
paid
Swear to God, the truth
Just might put that on my daddy's grave
To be as strong as two
You know it's by guns and butter, man
I said, these streets
on high
Hurted by my exes
I don't like the lies
I try and I try
Now I'm buzzing like fly
I give it all my might
I'm living in the light
I tell ‘em set
complain just play
The hand that you was dealt.
You play them right you prevail,
You play them wrong then you fail.
It ain't hard to tell, when you be
of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm wit you
But if you live by the gun, you gon' die by the pistol
If the D.A. ask me to tell, I'm like uh uh
tellin' these stories
(Tellin' these stories)
Too many fairytales
And I swear I'm getting bored
I gotta tell it like it is, the street way
(Street way)
I
coke wars
Caught four before Allah, we broke all the laws
I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, when ever we caught
Jum broads became strippers
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
And the truth is
"I
Ten years in the jailer's eye
An' I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby
Looking at my life go by
Falling in the streets I'm broke
An' I'm laughing
to look
You spoke the truth
That she was never mine to keep
How do I tell you i have such awful news
That story's everywhere:
The tragic passing of Lady
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
mail
If I get busted I'm not about to tell
Because I'm a gangster
The streets always been my daddy
And mommy is the colleges
I'm a solider and I'm about
like tha Truth
But please respect it i'm on that Pac shit
Even if I fall I try to do my best
Tell em I was focus on the
Slumps I couldn't see the rest
these streets
I got a job bitch ima eat
Got to go hard fucking with me
She want her hair done every week, matching nails hands and feet
She keep the M by
At 17 years old I started runnin' the streets
Man, I had some fun in the streets
11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets
By 18, I started seeing
a war but i can only get So close
Abiding by the things you said i once had it Really wasn't that bad but its time i let you go
Riding down the street
not too far, come by baby anytime you want
I let you down
No time to explain it now
Tell me you forgive me, like the world around I broke solid ground
Bad lil bitch from out west
She like to rock dem double C's
Glizzy tucked by the Gucci, so i'm rocking double Gs
To tell the truth, i don't know
my pistol, when it's empty, nigga gon' tell it
I'm jealous 'cause these niggas fake but they get respect
They lyin' in they rhymes, I tell the truth
you start escapin' your soul
White on the street, walking the beat like Abbey Road
Truth be told, no such thing as real nigga mold
Through the light,
It's IG
Right about now
I think we've come to that time
A time where you gotta have something to say before we listen to y'all
'Fore the street
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