X-Filez
Miko Suave
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The truth is here You must believe The truth you fear Put your trust in me Trust no one (Trust no one) Better clutch yo gun Or you better fuckin' run (You better run) Or bad luck gon' come Man frust no one Where im from niggas only believe in a gun Man trust no one Niggas put lumps on ya head for a lump sum Go dig ya own hole Flow like im in Diggin in the crates Swag been outta this world Since leprechaun went to space I swerve these bitches it's gon be a quite long summer Broad asked me for my digits i gave her mike jones number (Haaa) The pipe chrome slump ya Like pam oliver, i leave ya wig fucked up and splitted Big truck or a civic, forever the realest Hip hop ain't used to this like seeing Memp bleek without a du-rag Or Papoose without a fitted, let's see who the illest In dirt under pavement after they blast, back to my task fast Work like a slave to master my craft I Make Johnny storm get cold feet Hardbody like Ben grimm Make moves like it's nothing Like i Bussed a nut in Alicia Masters face, yall ain't even gon see it coming Lil nigga scratching the sofa your booster seat is sunken My talent that ill, im that trill I'm bringing that real, you Tinker bell im more Tinker Hatfield Death come in threes, but Trust no one Here come the truth in 1 2, 3, 4, 5 You just scared to open your eyes (Wooh) Trust no one Here come the truth in 1 2, 3, 4, 5 You just scared to open your eyes Trust no one (Trust no one) Better clutch yo gun Or you better fuckin' run (You better run) Or bad luck gon' come Man frust no one Where im from niggas only believe in a gun Man trust no one Niggas put lumps on ya head for a lump sum I used to watch Rosanne so what she did made a scar Back from the dead like Dan conner so watch me raise the barr The truth you been looking for all these years is right under ya nose, but you blow me Away when it's cold My heart is overfroze Skywalk across the globe Been on mars for 24 hrs but i been had soul Let me capture ear lobes, in my lane f*ck the road Son of sam is a bastard but let off a whole mother load Hoes know, treat me like a prince you just a small toad Theme song for the truth watch me make it mark snow Heart cold, nah I don't blame you for being skeptical Put niggas in Kurt Angle ankle locks when they step to you Gold medal 'round my collar probably break my neck too Shredded through, to get accepted they doing shit that aint acceptable Man It's nothing worst when a hater's a glock holder He been waiting to pop off your scully like Fox Moulder You corny you pop culture, hip hop soldier Goons run up in ya room put brain splatter all on ya Lebron posters Nigga don't trust the president of ya label You just a price tag, a dead horse without a stable A pussy without a litterbox Just sit low, hating on niggas you get nothing outta that Like robbing skidrow Im the truth, James St. Patrick can vouch for that I fall off, strap up the moon shoes catch me bouncing back ASAP
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