Beanie Sigel

Beanie Sigel - The Truth lyrics

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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 metal wire too
 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 , when I speak cell set you free
 Nigga the truth

 [Beanie Mac]
 Aint 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 aint 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 rock valor
 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

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Roc-A-Fella Records, LLC

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Released in: 2005

Language: English

Appearing on: The Truth (2000)

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