I ready Bro well you already know On your march, set, ready, go [CHORUS:] I came to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth I came to represent for
s time to make cash dinero I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureau We looking for the money, man
heart, the death of Escobar Under your breath, whispers in the dark I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides Prepare for the beef, whoever
s time to make cash dinero I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu We looking for the money, man
the problem head-on By bringin' out the truth in a song So bdp, short for boogie down productions Made a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin' People have the nerve to take me for
ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth Oh, shit The truth
little indians! ("ahh yeah!") [Jam Master Jay] Httin hard, now check the hard hit ("Jam Master.. Jay") about to flip Slide for a minute but I won't
dollars The truth doin', few come from Hollis, Queens And by all means necessary My vocabulary is very extensive and extensive So hard t'll put you in intensive care A scene for
roof up, you hear the truth from Buck Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt Bee bee eyed Buck does it all, I make your gun jam Wid shells from my
a house with a bill [Incomprehensible] This ain't nothin' but life for ghetto youths That I'm writing spitting this little booth If I lie, I still mix it with little truth
come to jam you Two hammers One in my hand one in the tan room The General I could care less if theres ten of you I'm built for stress Do what few men
to act ill It's like a Diggum Smack Smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for
players She got high for the first time at the camps down by the banks of the Mississippi River Lord, to be seventeen forever She got confused about the truth
theres war they equivalent to the peace corps. I murder mixtapes for years they prolly told you no way. Everybody know the truth bout what i did in
what I face All I need is me Everybody says all they want is the truth Well the truth is I still got love for my group But you don't really want the truth
It's the real shit, yeah 500 degreez this time bitch You already know You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and talk snaps so fuck rap Man I got weed, pills
17, promethyzine, creases in my jean Im comin through wreckin mic dope fiend I aint got time for pointin no red dot Im just bustin I aint got time for