Moment Of Truth

J-Love & Remy Ma & Triple Seis - Rap, R&B
Moment Of Truth
2 Plays
Duration: 5:39
Lyrics
[Chorus: Money Harm] I can feel it coming in the air tonight And I've been waiting for this moment all my life I can feel it coming in the air tonight And I've been waiting for this moment all my life [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Now there's a thin line between friends and enemies Some are loyal, some just pretend to be Some are foil, some just wanna spend your cheese Some adore you 'til the day you get in beef Some'll envy you, your heart's filled with jealousy Feedin' off your energy, lookin' for the pendency And I don't need the Hеnnessy to speak the truth, I been a G Lеt it be known, that's the difference between them and me I seen it coming in the air that night I wish the TV would've aired that fight 'cause y'all ain't hear that right All them rumors 'bout yeah, that wife Weren't true, I would never go near that fight And all the talk about he spared my life, nigga, please He was scared, that's why he came prepared that night And about fifty niggas with him there that night I was dolo and still went and laid that right Had him stumblin', you better made him paid that price None is over, could ever go and wear my stripes He couldn't bear that sight of me shinin' cause I tear that mic That nigga didn't wanna share that light He hired ghostwriters, say he swear he that nice Shitted on the fam, on the man that gave him life Backstabber, I never thought you would be that dressed Hence think, we used to share that mic [Refrain: Money Harm] Now if they told me you were drowning I would not lend a hand I've seen your face before, my friend But I don't know if you know who I am Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies [Verse 2: Remy Ma] Yo, if you my friend, you my friend 'til infinity That means my enemies is your enemies But what happens when two friends get into beef Do you choose to side or do you try to intervene? You can't tell me that I really gotta pick between Tellin' me, "Son ain't never did shit for me" I'm like whatever, he ain't never did shit to me Pun said he family and plus we got a history He like "Remy, better look at what he did to me" What made you think he gon' treat you any differently? But I been 19, I ain't wanna listen, see? I had to see for myself, their identity I had to learn people hate what they pretend to be Out of respect for him, always kept a distance, see? But I heard through the interviews you missin' me I miss you too, mix the personal with the industry They askin' Pun how I think the clique could be I say "I don't know, that'll be a mystery" I know he listenin' now like they dissin' me Nigga, we ain't dissin' you, you just ain't listenin' Around my own people, feelin' like an immigrant A record deal shouldn't feel like imprisonment And y'all could get tight, I don't really give a shit I always speak my mind, nigga, this is Reminisce [Refrain: Money Harm] And I remember, I remember I remember, don't you worry (Don't you worry) How could I ever forget? It was the first time and last time we ever met (We ever met) Oh, I know the reason why you keep your silence up Oh no, you not foolin' me Well, the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows Now it's too late for apologies [Verse 3: Triple Seis] Yeah, I know you, I used to write the rhymes for you You was a nigga always screamin' at you loyal I always knew you was the milk that was spoiled You ain't Crack, you baking soda in a foil Overall, you was a snake in the coil Wanted it all for the fans who adore you But look at you, the crook with a smile What's the word on the case? You never took it to trial You thought I was done, I'm over cookin' it now You runnin' with our flow, I'm over lookin' your fouls I see it in your face, you shooken the crowd Lookin' foul, couldn't sell what you put it in a vowel You know my style low-key, Prospect home street Ranch Crew, what it do? You don't really want beef He's talkin' out his teeth 'cause he's walkin' with police No retreat, don't surrender, no mercy, no peace We all supposed to ride together But it seem when it came to cream, try slide with the cheddar Said you up forever but I should've known better When Liza ask you for the money, you ain't know what to tell her Been through with the terror 'cause Cu' wrote you the letter Fuckin' set-up, niggas, Big Pun forever Nigga, I dead up, niggas, Big Pun forever Let's go head up, niggas, Big Pun forever [Chorus: Money Harm] I can feel it coming in the air tonight And I've been waiting for this moment all my life I can feel it coming in the air tonight And I've been waiting for this moment all my life
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Credits
- Writers
- Cuban Link
- Remy Ma
- Triple Seis
- Phil Collins