The Truth

I speak the truth Truth, nothin but the truth Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth The truth, nothing but the truth [Beanie Mac] I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth Cuz you know I'm known to melt a wire or two You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that's real to save Hit the studio, jars of dro, bars to blow B. Sigel with that arsenic flow Fuck that, don't hold me back I roll with crack, y'all cats told Mac to rap Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame Speech all flame, streets y'all blame It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name I could go before your honor sit and peep my game Gotta laugh, y'all acted like it spit it the same Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game I come from high school, and go straight to the league Who you know who can spit at the Sig CHORUS 2X Nigga the truth, every time I step in the booth I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free Nigga the truth [Beanie Mac] Ain't nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen So what I'm signed, that's fine still stuck in position You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail Couple 4-4 shells from hell Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin and bitchin Motherfucker won't you change your life, I'm thinkin Motherfucker won't I change my wife Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit It's just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you Now they know the face of Beans Now they, see my face on screens and I ain't even chase this dream I feel sorry for those who did Y'all niggas can't stop the boar, whether rock or raw I'm slingin coke in a Roc velour You niggas know what block I'm on, Glock in palm You wanna get shot, karate chopped or stabbed this song Motherfucker CHORUS [Beanie Mac] Black Friday management, and Roc's the label And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal That bullshit vest can't save you I had a doc open you up from chest to navel See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table And them hoes I gave you I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound At the hospital, while the cops guardin your room You gotta see what I've seen, look where I've looked Touch what I've reached, and take what I've took You gotta go where I've gone, walked where I've walked To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked You gotta lay where I've laid, stay where I've stayed Play where I've played to make what I've made You gotta move what I've moved, use what I used Use tools how I use, use fools how I use CHORUS