The Truth

歌詞

[Mysonne] Yeah I want the sarcasm, with the anger All that shit mixed in OK let's do this The FUCK y'all niggaz want? (I want the truth!) Y'all niggaz want problems? (I want the truth!) The FUCK y'all niggaz want? (I want the truth!) You niggaz want problems? (You can't handle the truth!) The FUCK y'all niggaz want? (I want the truth!) Y'all niggaz want problems? (I want the truth!) (You want answers?) (I want the truth!) (You can't handle the truth!) [Mysonne] Yo, aiyyo y'all niggaz see the stripes, and ignore my rank We gon' do this like pirates now, walk the plank I don't know what niggaz think, there's none above me Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me You want me to prove it's real, use this steel Catch a body, and move to Brazil? But then how you gon' breathe, when your lungs ain't there? Comin in your buildin, and my sons is there With they hands by they waist cause they guns is there Now y'all see how this shit turn from fun to fear But y'all don't play fair, so why should I? Get you hit by the same nigga that got you high Put two up in your side, and watch you cry And I know you can't survive but I'ma watch you try Say goodbye, y'all niggaz ain't bulletproof You want what? Y'all niggaz can't handle the truth, yo [Chorus x2: Mysonne] The truth is - it's too late for a truce The truth is - y'all niggaz ain't bulletproof The truth is - Mysonne is the truth and (You can't handle the truth!) [Mysonne] Aiyyo the truth is, I'm young pretty and ruthless And I peel quick and steal shit, cause I'm lootless So don't confuse realness, with music Yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it Your hand shakin, you can't take the kickback So whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back Cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay You ain't ready to have shootouts in the broad day My niggaz bustin while they drivin down the one-way Y'all niggaz better pack y'all bags and run away I mean this fam, I'm makin niggaz dissapear It ain't a game, and I think I made that crystal clear (I think so) Shit is official here, so you don't want to start this Cause you too light, to get caught up, in the darkness Stabbed up, left hemorraghing, on a park bench You threaten mines? FUCK YOU, pardon my French [Chorus] [Mysonne] Okay, you been forewarned, so y'all niggaz better recognize Problem Children, don't forget the weapon ties I specialize in warfare and rippin tracks And if it's war, then we ALL in with different gats Or different bats, just keep spittin this and that Just keep talkin, yo' ass gon' end up missin black You not gon' listen til I'm yo' ear with the mac Or you in the air, your spirit just lookin back I done it all, from pimpin hoes to cookin crack Approachin crews dolo, like what y'all lookin at? I earn respect, that's why I wonder why me? Thorough to this, so why y'all still wanna try me? That's alright, y'all niggaz know where to find me Up in the Bronx somewhere, that's where I be Prolly with my niggaz shootin lead off the roof See I told ya, y'all can't handle the truth [Chorus] (Mysonne bullshits over it) [ad libs to outro]