True Confessions

Lyrics

[Sampled Intro: The Main Ingredient] Sometimes, when I'm all alone I get this feeling [Intro: Tragedy Khadafi & Imam T.H.U.G.] Yeah, it's all I've been waiting for, shit What? What? What? What? Yeah, check it Right here right now, you know I'm sayin'? Imam T.H.U.G., what? Wha-wha-wha-wha-what- [Verse 1: Imam T.H.U.G.] Imam T.H.U.G., 2-5-2 across the planet Khadafi got chipped, micro tele in your Maverick Told me everything that you said, dirty bastard Sat back laughin', can't believe these niggas askin' Still listenin', got the pot for 'em to piss in Secluded mission, on a mission, no conviction Two other scalps stashed it in my couch, wouldn't surprise me Petty cash, ki's stash, drop Maserati hash Blaze it up little man for past Freddie Krueger tragedy, twenty year capacity Hold that up on your shoulders, million dollar boulders What nigga? Gettin' down for my weed-holders Title be 2-5-2, exclude you Come together like dime piece and vodka jewels [Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, exotically I hold Gats, melodically bust raps Part of me lusts for ACs with the wings in the back Besides that, I overthrow the Jakes just to free blacks Clappin' CO's, bustin' PO's in they kneecaps Love Allah most, like a child playin' his moms close Or a newborn thug holdin' the chrome toast In a duplex sunset, callin' a Fatiha When I have sex, ma, it's like the Mardi Gras Illumini, visualize I, Selassie high Thugging 'til the day I die, swervin' in the Third Eye [Chorus: female singer] This world is foul and we get high This why we steady drinkin' Locked in the beast I'm in the cell and anxious, got me thinkin' Who needs to go to work I'd rather hustle for my dollar Niggas is starvin' in these streets And I just wanna holler I'm a thug And I just don't wanna stop I'm a thug And I just don't wanna stop Shit is too much, shit is too much [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, peep the paradoxical hydroponical rap style Like botanical animal thugs in exile Grey smoke from a cop's Glock, five gunshots Chalk circles all on the block, that's where my body dropped Shaking like a pregnant coke-head, I'm up for two nights Sweating like Peruvian cats pullin' a jewel heist Battle of the beasts, defeatin' niggas for five nights I'm too nice, like a Christian Fed with two lives The embassy type of rap cat pushin' a black Ac Aristocrat Third World stat guerrilla diplomat I'm deep like a Socrates, foul like atrocities My degrees date to B.C.'s twelve dynasties A member of the Last Supper, original disciple An archangel like Michael holdin' a rifle So what the fuck you're tryna Tell Me like Dru Hill? My net gross is four mil', nigga it's all real Clear like the waters in the Blue Nile, it's too foul Got the drop on you, dunny, what you gonna do now? [Chorus: female singer] This world is foul and we get high This why we steady drinkin' Locked in the beast I'm in the cell and anxious, got me thinkin' Who needs to go to work I'd rather hustle for my dollar Niggas is starvin' in these streets And I just wanna holler I'm a thug And I just don't wanna stop I'm a thug And I just don't wanna stop Shit is too much, shit is too much