The Truth Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

I speak the truth 

Truth, nothin but the truth 

Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth 

The truth, nothing but the truth 

(Beanie Mac) 

I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth 

Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too 

You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze 

I melt down cracks that's real to save 

Hit the studio, jars of dro, bars to blow 

B. Sigel with that arsenic flow 

Fuck that, don't hold me back 

I roll with crack, y'all cats told Mac to rap 

Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame 

Speech all flame, streets y'all blame 

It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name 

I could go before your honor sit and peep my game 

Gotta laugh, y'all acted like it spit it the same 

Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game 

I come from high school, and go straight to the league 

Who you know who can spit at the Sig 

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Nigga the truth, every time I step in the booth 

I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you 

I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be 

I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free 

Nigga the truth 

(Beanie Mac) 

Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen 

So what I'm signed, that's fine still stuck in position 

You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail 

Couple 4-4 shells from hell 

Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin and bitchin 

Motherfucker won't you change your life, I'm thinkin 

Motherfucker won't I change my wife 

Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit 

It's just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you 

Now they know the face of Beans 

Now they, see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream 

I feel sorry for those who did 

Y'all niggas can't stop the boar, whether rock or raw 

I'm slingin coke in a rock valor 

You niggas know what block I'm on, glock in palm 

You wanna get shot, karate chopped or stabbed this song 

Motherfucker 

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(Beanie Mac) 

Black Friday management, and Roc's the label 

And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal 

That bullshit vest can't save you 

I had a doc open you up from chest to navel 

See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table 

And them hoes I gave you 

I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound 

At the hospital, while the cops guardin your room 

You gotta see what I've seen, look where I've looked 

Touch what I've reached, and take what I've took 

You gotta go where I've gone, walked where I've walked 

To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked 

You gotta lay where I've laid, stay where I've stayed 

Play where I've played to make what I've made 

You gotta move what I've moved, use what I used 

Use tools how I use, use fools how I use 

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