The Truth

[Intro] Uh (Yeah) Uh (New Joe Budden) (It's) Uh (It's... it's that On Top Music!) (DJ Go, Joe Budden) (You now listenin' to "The Truth") (DJ OnPoint, Joe Budden, let's go) [Verse] Ayo, you listening to a old soul through the fire and tears A nigga seen too much, a little wise beyond my years But ain't nothin' changed or raped me (nah) And fame ain't made me (nah), but the game's tryna drive me crazy Oh-three was kinda rough (tell 'em why) Two burners pulled out on me, none of 'em bust One dude both times, and only one of 'em bust Nobody killed around, almost like I got a shield around me (you heard) You haters wanna holler? (Then here) I'm on the same corner as the Muslims with the paper for a dollar Don't care what you doin', you let your temper flare and start brewing You'll be sorry this year like Rubin Got robbed once, a nigga truck broken into And I made some new friends, is it all coincidental? A few dudes got them llamas waitin' to hit you Look what a Vibe award and Grammy nomination'll get you, uh Had one fistfight with a nigga, six-five (right there) Jersey City Grounds Chicken where it gets live (right there) Rumors, crazy ass thoughts about me And artists that I don't know, they wanna talk about me Your family I.D. you in the morgue if you doubt me Female rappers too, I don't give a what, boo Like I don't read what you pricks'll say to a magazine? Y'all won't say it to a magazine (faggots) But I write the real most DJs won't play (uh-huh) What people might think, but a nigga wouldn't say (talk to 'em) Everybody runnin' round frontin', what is this? The industry don't want it to be none of your business, uh But I'ma still be regular Joe, fuck it And Def Jam want me to make hits with no budget Lyor [?] Kev I still make hits with no duckets And give myself to whole public (come on) Yeah, nigga