The Truth

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim & Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, uh, let's go More money, more murder It's Cook Coke Aasim, what's up, nigga? Uh X-Ecutioner style, uh Ah man X-Ecutioners, baby More money, more murder, baby Biatch, what [Verse 1: Fat Joe] 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 policе protection But a beef on beast like thеy 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 [Chorus] Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth Ki-ki-, ki-ki-, ki-ki, ki-, ki- Ki-, ki-, ki-kick, kick the truth Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick, kick, kick-kick Kick, kick, kick the truth Kick the truth, truth [Interlude] Somehow we go on We go on because We like to think there's hope But that's a lie Ain't no hope [Verse 2: Aasim] Listen, industry rule number four-thousand-and-eighty The game drastically changed, shit's crazy Record labels bitch up, wanna hit but, niggas shit on your demo But make it pop independent, now they sendin' you memos And rappers ain't rappers, they actors, and actors is fake Playin' characters from happenin's that never took place Talkin' 'bout murder and drug traffic in cities and states But ain't never stayed a day in a Days Inn And they never been OT flippin OZ's, dog Gotta be at least be 4'3" to be a OG, dogs How you claim you hold your weight, but you feather in size? You ain't tough actin' like you made of leather inside Never a lie on the rep that was invented by lies Tough as pleather, I could see the fear of death in your eyes So you a gangsta, self-proclaimed, grill us alive Bought 'caine down I-95, bodies in the trunk With a pump, callin' other niggas a chump 'til they pop open They trunk, and they down to give you just what you want Which is proof that, all you ever really do is stunt What real niggas respects a punk? Not me, nigga [Interlude] That's the truth, baby That's right, did I knock you out the box? Hahaha, yeah [Outro] Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick-kick, kick Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick-kick, kick Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick-kick, kick Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth Kick-kick, ki-, ki-, ki-, ki- Ki-, ki-, ki-kick, kick the truth Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick, kick, kick-kick Kick, kick, kick the truth Kick the truth