Lyrics:
need some property
Living like there's really no limit
This life can be foul like a flagrant two
Can say that I've just barely made it through
I struggle
with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no
right within
She think if I don't trick, no love to begin
Guess everybody got the truth these days
Hold up
Guess everybody wanna be something
Everybody
the truth
I go spit it in the booth
Look how I lit the roof
Look at my boy uHamba nabo cherrie aboy two
I’m feeling nice I might just go sleep in the booth
No you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
No you won't be getting in
(You know by now)
All souled out, in heaven
The Bario starts two streets
[Hook: Katie Tropp & Trusty]
Ain’t no mother fucker ever understood me,
I point out the truth some don’t see,
You couldn’t even try to match my
take off all her clothes and freak me for free.
[Verse One]
I know the truth girl you be sick of making love, you rather get clubbed by a South Side
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years ago, on Thanksgiving,
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant
But Alice
as a board
I'm talking 2 x 4
Belongs in a mental award
Better take what you can before
You lose more than you afford
Cut the umbilical cord
No more baby, but
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
goings on
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that
I'm
hearing the truth, unless they figure it out all on their own
No king so high and mighty kindly makes a rule, no man gives free advice without the promise
They tryna catch me bumn hobo homeless steady riding dirty
Jiggly puff 2 cups my drink so pink that it look like Kirby
No pancake I’m sipping
(Uh)
Need a black wraith with seats like cocaine
Taking up two lanes nigga (Two)
While smoking propane
Don't you get yo heart played nigga (No)
I'm over
And truth is you have no control
And truth is like poetry
But most people, fucking hate poetry
And truth is I don't care
It's so frustrating, to want
cards with no limits, talking master p shit
I'm the truth like beanie Sigel
Came a long way from whistle pipes on the regale
From the trap to getting
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
nothing hot
Nothing so that by the time
He's finished eating those hot
Cakes and those dead things that
I won't finish myself
Bacon and eggs? Are you
Are
up, they're two hundred thousand and late
Everybody's a shooter, welcome to 2000 and fake
Two nights, no cap, that's sixty thousand and tape
Ask my
We don't play those games
This is no fun
Got me on the run
Rap 2K1
I got attacked right away when I walked in
By a four-foot manager with
to ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so send that message to cupid
Give a shout out to Who Kid, (why give a shout
East coast grumpy hoes
And my west coast girl got her own condo
Got me 'bout to buy a
Crib by the Hollywood O, oh
It's - that nigga they be checkin' for
of the thunder and rainfall
The truth is not what it seems
Captivated by lucid dreams
Day is the night, and night is the day
We're the balance of two extremes
In
The truth? I ain't thinking about a truce
Keep your white flag, save it for the troops
I'm a one chick army
Then I'm reminded your weapons could never harm me
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