Lyrics:
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
The Good Book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
The Good Book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
get them M's
I want to be free to live
Able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street
Where the people live
I’ll tell you
cry at nite
Go innerstand the truth, on the shell
The mikinak carries who came to tell
Across great waters to those who fell
To show a sacred way out
a beat
Take my time and savor what was sweet
Tell a lie and lay in what you speak
Tell the truth and it can set you free
Setting sail ain't ever about
pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' round on patrol?
And ask "why you're here?"
I just tell 'em 'cause it is what it is
I live here and that's
Yea yea yea yea
Aye
You want the truth, then let a nigga speak
You want them loyal show them how to eat
You want him stronger show him where he weak
the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin' and stealin'
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin' when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved
the streets
Oh you trapping just to be trapping? Oh you trapping for these freaks?
But if you a real trap nigga, do me one favor
And tell all my partners in
And I said, "yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes
you most
Indulging with Mary's smoke and
Tell you the truth I'm stoked I'm
Bulletproof and I've proved it
I'm gassed up I'm like Jupiter
Who could've
yeah
Pistol grip pump red scope on the KelTec, yeah
Tell the truth, I'd rather be selfish than helpless
I'm on a roof in the south of Spain eating
Call on my Father
Posted flex up my Mother
They telling me repent
They still beefing up with they drama
This to my Darma
Protected stay by her corner
Call on my father
Posted flex up my mother
They telling me repent
They still beefing up with they drama
This to my Darma
Protected stay by her corner
to write only about the truth
But here the truth is also guilty and under pressure
Everyone who has seen me since then tells me to keep calm and don't
It ain't easy in the streets
Yet we still carry on
Never easy for a Black man
We must remain strong
It ain't easy in the streets
Yet we still carry
bust that fye she might bust too she right there by my side
Won't waste no time she tell the truth she never told no lies
She hollerin out just keep it
to rehab
Got one call, now he a misser
To tell the truth, we really miss him
‘Member those days, we sit back and chill
Alcohol up in our systems
As for all
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild
God body, my physique, and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off it's
and don’t comply I make my step I’m guarded by the most high tell me the truth cause only fools accept a lie tell me when you gonna give the youths dem a Bly
Huh
You told me, I told you
You owe me, I fold you
Riding round all by myself
Don't know where to go to
Know it might hurt you but I'm still gon tell
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