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I speak the truth
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Truth , nothin but the truth
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Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth
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The truth , nothing but the truth
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[Beanie Mac]
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I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
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Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too
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You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze
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I melt down cracks that's real to save
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Hit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blow
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B. Sigel with that arsenic flow
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Fuck that , don't hold me back
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I roll with crack , y'all cats told Mac to rap
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Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame
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Speech all flame , streets y'all blame
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It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name
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I could go before your honor sit and peep my game
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Gotta laugh , y'all acted like it spit it the same
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Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game
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I come from high school , and go straight to the league
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Who you know who can spit at the Sig
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CHORUS 2X
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Nigga the truth , every time I step in the booth
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I speak the truth , y'all know what I'm bringing to you
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I bring the truth , you motherfuckers know who I be
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I be the truth , when I speak cell set you free
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Nigga the truth
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[Beanie Mac]
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Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen
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So what I'm signed , that's fine still stuck in position
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You motherfuckers know me well , couple court cases from jail
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Couple 4-4 shells from hell
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Stuck on this mission , go home , my girl fussin and bitchin
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Motherfucker won't you change your life , I'm thinkin
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Motherfucker won't I change my wife
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Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit
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It's just another hustle ,another way for niggas to touch you
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Now they know the face of Beans
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Now they , see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream
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I feel sorry for those who did
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Y'all niggas can't stop the boar , whether rock or raw
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I'm slingin coke in a rock valor
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You niggas know what block I'm on , glock in palm
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You wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this song
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Motherfucker
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CHORUS
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[Beanie Mac]
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Black Friday management , and Roc's the label
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And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal
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That bullshit vest can't save you
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I had a doc open you up from chest to navel
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See my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold ass table
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And them hoes I gave you
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I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound
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At the hospital , while the cops guardin your room
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You gotta see what I've seen , look where I've looked
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Touch what I've reached , and take what I've took
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You gotta go where I've gone , walked where I've walked
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To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked
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You gotta lay where I've laid , stay where I've stayed
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Play where I've played to make what I've made
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You gotta move what I've moved , use what I used
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Use tools how I use , use fools how I use
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CHORUS
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The Truth
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Beanie Sigel |