The Truth-Beanie Sigel

　　　 Artist：beanie sigel Songs Title：the truth I speak the truth Truth , nothin but the truth Yall know what I bring to the game I speak the truth The truth , nothing but the truth I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth Cuz you know Im known to metal wire too You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks thats real to save Hit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blow B. sigel with that arsenic flow F**k that , dont hold me back I roll with crack , yall cats told mac to rap Yall dont realize yall released the beast untame Speech all flame , streets yall blame It should be an honor for yall to speak my name I could go before your honor sit and peep my game Gotta laugh , yall acted like it spit it the same Why you motherf**kers cant get in the game I come from high school , and go straight to the league Who you know who can spit at the sig Ni**a the truth , every time I step in the booth I speak the truth , yall know what Im bringing to you I bring the truth , you motherf**kers know who I be I be the truth , when I speak cell set you free Ni**a the truth Aint nothin changed with sig Im still stuck in the kitchen So what Im signed , thats fine still stuck in position You motherf**kers 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 Motherf**ker wont you change your life , Im thinkin Motherf**ker wont I change my wife Ignorant bastard laughin like f**k the rap sh*t Its 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 Yall niggas cant stop the boar , whether rock or raw Im slingin coke in a rock valor You niggas know what block Im on , glock in palm You wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this song Motherf**ker Black friday management , and rocs the label And I still hit you niggas with shots thats fatal That b******t vest cant save you I had a doc open you up from chest to navel See my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold a** table And them hoes I gave you Im that ni**a thatll come and pour salt in your wound At the hospital , while the cops guardin your room You gotta see what Ive seen , look where Ive looked Touch what Ive reached , and take what Ive took You gotta go where Ive gone , walked where Ive walked To get where Im at to speak what Ive talked You gotta lay where Ive laid , stay where Ive stayed Play where Ive played to make what Ive made You gotta move what Ive moved , use what I used Use tools how I use , use fools how I use