Truth

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim & Fat Joe] Yeah truth, nigga Yeah, uh, let's go Y'all niggas need to stop frontin' Yeah, uh, it's Cook Coke Uh, Aasim, what's up, nigga? Uh Even if you gangsta, nigga Real gangstas move in silence, nigga, haha Ah man Yeah, listen Biatch, what [Verse 1: Aasim] Listen dope man, dope man, I'm really dope, man Broke man, truth is like a drought to the coke man It's hurts like a stroke, can't escape it 'til you ghost Plan A failed twice, shopped my demo, get away, and blow up Like the post man, most men fail The truth is, I ain't most man, Aas' don't bail Instead, I put the folk on blast, the ones the hit the snooze button On me and stayеd awake for that other trash Actin' like thеy can't get they cover blown Reverse image it's time I be the critic this time I see the industry and raise it some truth Sign a deal, sell your soul away, and get in the booth Make a album that don't sell and watch how fast You go from bein' the future to the thing of the past Stop frontin' like your gun is gon' blast Like you Planet of the Apes, and your heart pumpin' V8 Splash Now what's truth? [Chorus: Aasim] Truth is when you broke and you grind for the loot Truth is when you either on the block or in the booth Truth is when your life ain't shit Record label only want that hit, one mo' time what's truth? Truth is when you know your gun's never gon' shoot Truth is when you see the thug life ain't for you Truth is when you look at the game And you see how bad thangs done changed [Verse 2: Fat Joe & Aasim] Uh, they say the truth shall set you free, I think not 'Cause niggas be ignorin' the Squad like we ain't hot Like we ain't got the Bronx on lock And like Pun wasn't as nice as Biggie and Pac (What the fuck, what?) Shame on this game for makin' false promises Niggas yell, "They ready for war," more like hostages Trapped in they homes, only without police protection But a beef on beast like they squeezin' weapons We be the truth, bear witness to that Niggas say they sittin' on money, we sittin' on gats Niggas wanna get cute, start shittin' on crack I could give you few hits but you gon' visit a MAC And it won't be nothin' happy about it A bunch of grown men screamin' and cryin', holdin' on to they spouses And I ain't wanna leave his face in the pavement But I gave him ample enough time to retract them statements, what? Now what's truth? [Chorus: Aasim & Fat Joe] Truth is when you broke and you grind for the loot (What?) Truth is when you either on the block or in the booth Truth is when your life ain't shit Record label only want that hit, one mo' time what's truth? Truth is when you know your gun's never gon' shoot Truth is when you see the thug life ain't for you Truth is when you look at the game And you see how bad thangs done changed