Da Truth

[Verse 1]

Blaze ya trees up throw ya G's up

Say it's my money

Well-earned hustle street do or die money

I got it figured and mapped out triggered and strapped up

Lock up all the drug dealers but couldn't keep the crack out

The perfect way to say fuck the world fuck the law

Cause ima live till i die fuck after fuck before

Money's funny when i was young i didn't think this way

I had faith in the money system didn't drink this way

I'm workin 40 hours just to have half taken away

Pay taxes to build things that i won't see in my day

Corrupt cops ? gimme back all of my stash

When i get on my feet they putting me back on my ass

Crackin my glass you pulled me over you wanna be soldier

You searched and kept cause you a snake like cobra

[Hook]

(Talking) What kind of people do they think we are?

You can't handle the truth!

Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country

[Verse 2]

I cock back like hammers and spit grammar like staples

For people with shackles on they ankles facing angles like angels

This kinda suspense got me climbing the fence

And when it come to the truth I'm deep as dinosaur prints

From way back back like 8 tracks before the adapt

Before you had to give a DJ 10 G's to play that

Before contracts before litigators imitators

Cool like refrigerators but now it's unplugged

The world's thugged up drugged up fucked up

It's like hell's a vacuum; Dirt Devil, we sucked up

You want stories then watch the news you want truth hop in my shoes

I'm up to my neck in hospital dues making logical moves

Wild like Lalapalooza I stay whippin and dippin

Got me all confused like Clinton and who he stickin

Who cares for his affair? If he scared, he starts a warfare

Tryin' to hide the truth but look its all there

[Chorus} 2x

[Verse 3]

I know a dog named Kurupt thats my man

There ain't nothin corrupt as this land where we stand with dirty hands

Tryna clean like Varnish the feds got my checks garnished

Tryna hold it down without a harness

I sleep on the couch no heat in my house girls beefin' me out

Fiends making me sick I'm bought to throw this beeper out

Im sick of the con sick of the scam sick of the hustle

I'm sick of paying so much to go to clubs and get in trouble

Scuffle at late nights and watchin' for snakebites

50 percent of Aids fights is because of the Gays rights

And thats Illuminati but nobody knows

You're guarding ya grill but you can't see the body blows

It hurts like dirt's mud it's wet like the Earth flood

And it's shit you can't forget like it was your first love

Got questions about the world you better learn the answers on your own

And don't call Miilkbone