The Truth Songtext
von X‐Ecutioners
The Truth Songtext
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
More money more murder
Aasim what′s up nigga?
Executioners baby
More money more murder baby
B.S. what?
They say the truth shall set you free, I think not
'Cause niggas be ignorin′ the Squad like we ain't hot
Like we ain't got the Bronx on lock
And like Pun wasn′t this nice to Biggie and Pac (What the fuck?)
Shame on this game for makin′ false promises
Niggas yell they ready for war, more like hostages
Trapped in they homes, won't leave without police protection
But′ll beef on beef like they squeezin' weapons
We be the truth, bear witness to that
Niggas say they sittin′ on money, we sittin' on gats
Niggas wanna get cute, start shittin′ on crack
I can give you a few hits where you gon' visit 'em at
And there won′t be nothin′ happy about it
A bunch of grown men screamin' and cryin′ holdin' on to they spouses
And I ain′t wanna leave his face in the pavement
But I gave him ample enough time to retract the statement
What?
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Somehow we go on
We go on because
We like to think there's hope
But that′s a lie
There ain't no hope
Listen, industry rule number 4,080
The game drastically changed, shit's crazy
Record labels bitch up, wanna hit, but niggas shit on your demo
But make hip-hop independent, now they sendin′ you memos
And rappers ain′t rappers, they actors, and actors is fake
Playin' characters from happenings that never took place
Talkin′ 'bout murder and drug traffic in cities and states
But ain′t never stayed a day in a Days Inn
And ain't never been O.G. flippin′ O-Z's, dog
Gotta be at least 4'3" to be a O.G., dogs
How you claim you hold the weight, but you feather in size?
You ain′t tough actin′ like you made of leather inside
Never rely on a rep that was invented by lies
Tough as pleather, I can see the fear of death in your eyes
So you a gangsta? Self-proclaimed realest alive
Bought 'caine down I-95
Bodies in the trunk with a pump, callin′ other niggas a chump
'Til they pop open they trunk and they
Down to give you just what you want
Which is proof that all you ever really do is stunt
What real nigga respects a punk? Not me, nigga
That′s the truth baby
That's right, did I knock you out the box?
Hahaha, yeah
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
More money more murder
Aasim what′s up nigga?
Executioners baby
More money more murder baby
B.S. what?
They say the truth shall set you free, I think not
'Cause niggas be ignorin′ the Squad like we ain't hot
Like we ain't got the Bronx on lock
And like Pun wasn′t this nice to Biggie and Pac (What the fuck?)
Shame on this game for makin′ false promises
Niggas yell they ready for war, more like hostages
Trapped in they homes, won't leave without police protection
But′ll beef on beef like they squeezin' weapons
We be the truth, bear witness to that
Niggas say they sittin′ on money, we sittin' on gats
Niggas wanna get cute, start shittin′ on crack
I can give you a few hits where you gon' visit 'em at
And there won′t be nothin′ happy about it
A bunch of grown men screamin' and cryin′ holdin' on to they spouses
And I ain′t wanna leave his face in the pavement
But I gave him ample enough time to retract the statement
What?
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Somehow we go on
We go on because
We like to think there's hope
But that′s a lie
There ain't no hope
Listen, industry rule number 4,080
The game drastically changed, shit's crazy
Record labels bitch up, wanna hit, but niggas shit on your demo
But make hip-hop independent, now they sendin′ you memos
And rappers ain′t rappers, they actors, and actors is fake
Playin' characters from happenings that never took place
Talkin′ 'bout murder and drug traffic in cities and states
But ain′t never stayed a day in a Days Inn
And ain't never been O.G. flippin′ O-Z's, dog
Gotta be at least 4'3" to be a O.G., dogs
How you claim you hold the weight, but you feather in size?
You ain′t tough actin′ like you made of leather inside
Never rely on a rep that was invented by lies
Tough as pleather, I can see the fear of death in your eyes
So you a gangsta? Self-proclaimed realest alive
Bought 'caine down I-95
Bodies in the trunk with a pump, callin′ other niggas a chump
'Til they pop open they trunk and they
Down to give you just what you want
Which is proof that all you ever really do is stunt
What real nigga respects a punk? Not me, nigga
That′s the truth baby
That's right, did I knock you out the box?
Hahaha, yeah
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Kick the truth
Writer(s): Kanye West, Dwight Grant, Graham Ransford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
