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letra de da truth - miilkbone

[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 f-ck the world f-ck the law
cause ima live till i die f-ck after f-ck 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 -ss
crackin my gl-ss 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 c-ck 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 f-cked up
it’s like h-ll’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 g-ys rights
and thats illuminati but n0body 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 sh-t 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

- miilkbone

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