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letra de tha truth is... - mausberg

[mausberg]
y’all n-ggas ’bout to get it
yeah, boy this only one of them tracks you can come up with quik?
this sh-t bangin’
these n-ggas out here hatin’ on us, homie
why, when we doin’ sh-t like this?
it’s a cold thing homie, but you know that realism homie
i’m known for speakin’ on that
you know, you done did your part
you done blessed me with some sh-t
this some of that get-back-at-me sh-t, but they can’t
this your chronic?
sheppard lane gangsters, and we the realest

you n-ggas stepped into a war that you ain’t prepared for
a veteran ain’t sh-t but a punk with heart before
i crumble n-ggas with my first mil
i bring beef to the streets n-gga, f-ck switchin’ hills
i’m a certified real n-gga, c-ck me back
rap cats be gettin’ slapped runnin’ they traps
we the reason you n-ggas makin’ floor patter tonight
n-ggas wit’ good att-tudes and disposition tryin’ to take flight
you n-ggas funny style, rich but a b-tch
i’m a gangster and ain’t about to take none of your bullsh-t
i’m from the hard knock block of the k!llas
god brought me the rap game, and i’ll be d-mned if i ain’t the realest
you better take care of your kids and quit playin’ wit’ a grown man
before you be in dead man land
and it’s a lot of b-tch n-ggas on my target
quik, they talk loud but can’t finish what they started

[chorus: dj quik]
y’all be talkin sh-t (yup)
but you won’t be down when it’s time to trip
(sure do) so you really need to b-tton your lips
(because the truth is…) i hate you too (yes)
y’all be talkin’ sh-t (uh huh)
but you won’t be down when it’s time to trip
(you sure do) so you really need to b-tton your lips
(because the truth is…) i hate you too

[dj quik]
now slow your roll punk for the n-gga dj q-u-i-k
i break the beat down and make the motherf-cker do what i say
because it’s my way or the highway, the super fly way
regardless of what you f-cken haters say
now i done shared all my sh-t n-gga, all my life
and i’m so fly n-gga, i done even shared my —
so f-ck a b-tch and f-ck you too, i ain’t got no p-sses
i’m all out and i’m nuttin’ up and it’s time to whoop y’all -sses
with a game that’s see-through like cellophane and scotch tape
and f-ckin’ with me n-gga
is like being on a hot date wit’ a hoe with aids
i’m the virus and you kissed her, clown
i get up in you, set up, then i break your system down
so shut up, quit dissecting our name
test pressin’ our game, puttin’ y’all name on it
but your and ours ain’t the same
i take your b-tch with a song and make her blow me
so f-ck all my foes and (beep), you owe me

chorus

[mausberg]
i run through the biggest packs of n-ggas wit’ my fist balled up
ready for war now, unleashin’ with dogs up
rough, rugged and raw, puttin’ hands on cowards
the one and only mausberg with heart to devour
on some other sh-t, cripple a n-gga wit’ southpaw
size sixteens in his -ss, bloodclots in his jaw
until i see my homie jake again, f-ck the whole world
god bless the little boys and girls
and i betcha i never turn my back on the streets
i studied the big book, so my past i never repeat
real g’s do real things, you ain’t gotta bang
and ya album ain’t the name of ya gang
this is real life, i only speak what i know
flamed up on the daily, not because of a show
and quik is my big homie, so you better step back
and recognize beef is more than bustin’ a rap
now take that

[dj quik]
y’all be talkin’ sh-t (yup)
but you won’t be down when it’s time to trip
(you sure do) so you really need to b-tton your lips
(because the truth is…) i hate you too
(yup) y’all be talkin’ sh-t (uh huh)
but you won’t be down when it’s time to trip (what’s up?)
so you really need to b-tton your lips
(because the truth is…) i hate you too (yeah)
y’all talk a gang of sh-t (you sure do)
but you won’t be down when it’s time to trip (you ain’t true)
so you really need to b-tton your lips
(because the truth is…) i hate you too (yup)
y’all be talkin’ sh-t (yeah)
but you won’t be down when it’s time to trip (uh huh)
so you really need to b-tton your lips
(the f-cken truth is…) i hate you too

- mausberg

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