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letra de the truth - diablo

[intro]
yeah, ain’t nothin’ but a m-th-f-cken gangsta party
your lil b-tch ass ain’t invited
this chess not checkers
better strategize better m-th-f-cka
real famous gang banger
it’s the driver and the shooter in this m-th-f-cker b-tch, uh

[verse 1]
my forty got a switch for these suckas talking sh-t
acting like you gangsta, you’s a documented snitch
i’m just trying to get rich, had to hit a couple l!cks
never thought you’d switch but then again you just a b-tch
had to go solo, snitching is a no-no
everything is slo-mo, i’m a keep it on the low-low
be a victim to the game or talking to the popo
b-tch i’m from a gang, and you’re really just a hoe though
don’t want no subliminals, f-ck mr. cr—nal
you never played chess against a rеal individual
in the pen walk the mainlinе, strap on my waistline
swiftly just a b-tch got slapped on the facetime
i’m really on the block like jordan got hang time
took a couple lives but i bet they really can’t take mine
really with a glock and b-tch i really bang mine
do a lot of talkin’, just did a lot of state time
[dialogue]
hey, hey diablo man, they just ran up in my house man
they have me, my wife and my kids on the curb
i haven’t been through no sh-t like this before
i didn’t know what to do
i swear to god i didn’t snitch
i didn’t say anything man
well, i might’ve said something
but, i would’ve never shown up to court on you
you like a brother to me man
i would never do that to you
man shut the f-ck up, b-tch

[verse 2]
let me take you back, i’m just spitting facts
how the f-ck you claim that you really ain’t a rat
you was quick to drop a dime
you was really out of line
i’m a call your ass c—-, you ain’t never do a crime
and your girl just a flirt, has she seen your paperwork?
send it to the hood, she can get the p-ssy merked
saw you crying on the net, must’ve got your feelings hurt
think you running out of time
you gon’ end up on a shirt
what you mean it don’t exist?
you was talking like a b-tch
they was all in your crib, had you scared as a b-tch
said i got it on tape, combination to your safe
you’ll never feel safe
no more eating off my plate
you as fake as they come
my trigger finger numb
i was sitting on your couch loading up a drum
i’m really with the homies
i was really catching bodies
50 drum on the k
had ‘em looking like a [?]
[outro]
yeah, nothin’ but a gangsta party you b-tch ass m-th-f-cka
how the f-ck you gonna call somebody your brother
and talk to them boys
like i really got life you b-tch ass m-th-f-cker
talkin’ bout, you was scared what i would do to you guys if you told me to leave

- diablo

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