The Truth

[Intro: Aasim & Fat Joe]

Yeah, uh, uh, let's go

More money, more murder

It's Cook Coke

Aasim, what's up, nigga? Uh

X-Ecutioner style, uh

Ah man

X-Ecutioners, baby

More money, more murder, baby

Biatch, what

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

Uh, they say the truth shall set you free, I think not

'Cause niggas be ignorin' the Squad like we ain't hot

Like we ain't got the Bronx on lock

And like Pun wasn't as nice as Biggie and Pac (What the fuck, what?)

Shame on this game for makin' false promises

Niggas yell, "They ready for war," more like hostages

Trapped in they homes, only without policе protection

But a beef on beast like thеy squeezin' weapons

We be the truth, bear witness to that

Niggas say they sittin' on money, we sittin' on gats

Niggas wanna get cute, start shittin' on crack

I could give you few hits but you gon' visit a MAC

And it won't be nothin' happy about it

A bunch of grown men screamin' and cryin', holdin' on to they spouses

And I ain't wanna leave his face in the pavement

But I gave him ample enough time to retract them statements

[Chorus]

Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick

Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth

Ki-ki-, ki-ki-, ki-ki, ki-, ki-

Ki-, ki-, ki-kick, kick the truth

Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick, kick, kick-kick

Kick, kick, kick the truth

Kick the truth, truth

[Interlude]

Somehow we go on

We go on because

We like to think there's hope

But that's a lie

Ain't no hope

[Verse 2: Aasim]

Listen, industry rule number four-thousand-and-eighty

The game drastically changed, shit's crazy

Record labels bitch up, wanna hit but, niggas shit on your demo

But make it pop independent, now they sendin' you memos

And rappers ain't rappers, they actors, and actors is fake

Playin' characters from happenin's that never took place

Talkin' 'bout murder and drug traffic in cities and states

But ain't never stayed a day in a Days Inn

And they never been OT flippin OZ's, dog

Gotta be at least be 4'3" to be a OG, dogs

How you claim you hold your weight, but you feather in size?

You ain't tough actin' like you made of leather inside

Never a lie on the rep that was invented by lies

Tough as pleather, I could see the fear of death in your eyes

So you a gangsta, self-proclaimed, grill us alive

Bought 'caine down I-95, bodies in the trunk

With a pump, callin' other niggas a chump 'til they pop open

They trunk, and they down to give you just what you want

Which is proof that, all you ever really do is stunt

What real niggas respects a punk? Not me, nigga

[Interlude]

That's the truth, baby

That's right, did I knock you out the box?

Hahaha, yeah

[Outro]

Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick-kick, kick

Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth

Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick-kick, kick

Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth

Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick-kick, kick-kick, kick

Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick, kick-kick the truth

Kick-kick, ki-, ki-, ki-, ki-

Ki-, ki-, ki-kick, kick the truth

Kick, kick, kick-kick, kick, kick, kick, kick-kick

Kick, kick, kick the truth

Kick the truth