The Truth

Hey, what's up? It's the homie Lil' Rob Back to clear some shit up, you know People be stealing my shit And making money off it And you know who you are Hey, Mr. Postman? Do me a favor Deliver the letter The sooner the better Blew you vatos away, like a feather Familia Records, chale, whatever People don't know, and I'm not one to talk But I gots to clear my name, for the shit that you drop Little Rob "Still Smokin'" Homie, who the fuck you joking? Burning raza with my name, use you brain, your insane It's a shame and not a shay, to be a lame Are you raza? No! Then change what you claim Be proud of who you are, and not who you wanna be I don't wanna work with you! Why do you wanna work with me? I'm not your artist! So, forget it's on them If their not making you money And your broke it's on them But, to take the shit the way you did You remind me of a jealous little desperate kid No llores Chorus: No llores You wonder why I broke left If I woulda stayed I woulda left broke (simon) You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why) If I woulda stayed I woulda left broke (I woulda left broke) No llores You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why) If I woulda stayed I woulda left broke (simon) You wonder why I broke left (you wonder why) If I woulda stayed I woulda left broke (And that's no joke)