Lyrics:
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
all come and go, I seen it all befo'
They tell you what they heard
I'll tell you what I know
Just from my swagga
You can tell that I ain't no phony
the police
My nerves they start erk
Buss first, for they get me
Too much blood spilt in the streets
By niggas minding they business
While he was walking
street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it
So they just got to it
With cracked old Gibsons and red
a nigga go they gon tell you I'm the truth
I got it on lock from the streets to the booth
Been jumped off the porch, you still sittin on the stoop
Ain't no
just tell the truth
When your broke they ain't nothing to lose (ain't nothing to lose)
When I'm in the booth I just tell the truth
When your broke they
The people who designed it
But I ain't givin' in and
I ain't sufferin' in silence
I'ma tell the truth
I swear to God that I ain't lyin'
I've been at parties
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what's ancient, they tell us we ain't shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left
paid
Swear to God, the truth
Just might put that on my daddy's grave
To be as strong as two
You know it's by guns and butter, man
I said, these streets
on high
Hurted by my exes
I don't like the lies
I try and I try
Now I'm buzzing like fly
I give it all my might
I'm living in the light
I tell ‘em set
complain just play
The hand that you was dealt.
You play them right you prevail,
You play them wrong then you fail.
It ain't hard to tell, when you be
the money, devours
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Look in my eyes, view the future, tell me what you see
You the truth girl, let me plant a seed
of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm wit you
But if you live by the gun, you gon' die by the pistol
If the D.A. ask me to tell, I'm like uh uh
tellin' these stories
(Tellin' these stories)
Too many fairytales
And I swear I'm getting bored
I gotta tell it like it is, the street way
(Street way)
I
coke wars
Caught four before Allah, we broke all the laws
I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, when ever we caught
Jum broads became strippers
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
And the truth is
"I
Ten years in the jailer's eye
An' I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby
Looking at my life go by
Falling in the streets I'm broke
An' I'm laughing
to look
You spoke the truth
That she was never mine to keep
How do I tell you i have such awful news
That story's everywhere:
The tragic passing of Lady
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
mail
If I get busted I'm not about to tell
Because I'm a gangster
The streets always been my daddy
And mommy is the colleges
I'm a solider and I'm about
like tha Truth
But please respect it i'm on that Pac shit
Even if I fall I try to do my best
Tell em I was focus on the
Slumps I couldn't see the rest
these streets
I got a job bitch ima eat
Got to go hard fucking with me
She want her hair done every week, matching nails hands and feet
She keep the M by
At 17 years old I started runnin' the streets
Man, I had some fun in the streets
11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets
By 18, I started seeing
The streets so nasty, I wish I could just run away
I do what I gotta do, it be what it gotta be
My nigga to tell the truth, no need to feel bad for me
And even
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