"Truth Hurts" lyrics
Uh, y'all all bore me witcha full clip stories
Sittin' on green like bullshit jewelry (yeah!)
Top 5, all the swagger aside
I'm a rare gem magnified, shotgun in Magnum rides
Not one to advertise (Right!)
You betta guess right? Do I got it? Is my neck white?
Removin' dollars with my left, right (uh!)
Right or wrong, wrong move getcha leg swiped
Hit 'til ya head white (woo!)
Jet through the red light, gamble everything that I own
Do it again type bounce back, Benzy on chrome!
You and ya friends like
Can't leave the Benji's alone
Therefore my pen write, unforgettable insight (uh!)
Lyrical invite (uh!), miracle street-wise
Shoulda been dead 3 times, know how to read signs (yeah!)
See you in my MVP prime
Grammy night, MTV shine (SUCKA!)
I know what we did and how we did it
But forget that it's me a minute
It's like I live in the hood as much as you see us in it
9 millis and dimes with' it, in my New York fitted
A hater can't get a New York minute, city second (uh!)
What I throw'll fuck up ya head, you really catch it
Nigga write one line 'bout me, silly record
100 thou' volt, verbal insult until he exit
You think the outfit make the man, you really naked (STUPID!)
They hear ya stories but do they respect it?
The words only real as who relay the message
I had a dream, I shared lines with Big
I had a dream I shared lines with 'Pac, with kush pounds in stock (woo!)
On a crowded public housing block
To get through the gate, I'll run a hundred miles and hop!
Track and field on 'em (yeah!)
I bring ya whole shit down, Shaq O' Neal on 'em
Haters is out, I pack the steel for 'em!
Make it sting like a eel on 'em
When they see the drops with the big box and hologram wheel on 'em
European feel on 'em (uh-huh!), I got a PETA warrant
Minks, MAC's in the back, make the V historic! (CLASSIC!)
Don't be a waste of time, be important
Carry ya neighborhood, see 'em walk it much as ya talk it, shit is awkward!
'Cause I ain't heard a spitter in years
Ya overshadowed, now watch how I get rid of the queers
The bigger the stress, the bigger the swears and grey hairs
If they stare, what they hear in the eyes can see lies
I'm revised and reborn, we advised to be strong, (uh!)
'Cause it's on, fame gone, rolled on, word bond, hold on!
You niggas tellin' me that punk shit cool?
Salute to the real 'cause they the ones that don't get grew
Caged in like a zoo, that's why they goin' ape and shit
Lost child taught to short smile and make paper flip (Yeah!)
G-R-Double-E-... -N G-A-N-G!
Grim reaper, B! I'll bury any MC!
Swishers to the head 'cause I'm starin' at these old pictures
And all the niggas in the pictures is dead
Hungry, who woulda pictured me fed?
I worked my ass off to get me some bread
Now that I'm here, I'ma get me some head
It's all repetitive, party after party
Wrong place, right time, tali's cardiac ya body (pop! pop! pop!)
I be soaked swag, ya boy cleaner than the fuck
Steal my notepad, ya tryna heat a nigga up
The year is up, expect new shit to be worse
Expect me to reign, king since my Victory verse, truth hurts
And the truth is
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Hands down, I'm the hottest shit in the street right now
What?
One and only P.L.K. boy
Southside, stand up
I'm on my shit
In the studio cookin' up this new shit
You know, the next classic
It's gon' be a problem, I swear
Maaaaannnn!
50, whattup?
Yay', whattup?
G-G-G-G!
2 G's up... yeah
Sittin' on green like bullshit jewelry (yeah!)
Top 5, all the swagger aside
I'm a rare gem magnified, shotgun in Magnum rides
Not one to advertise (Right!)
You betta guess right? Do I got it? Is my neck white?
Removin' dollars with my left, right (uh!)
Right or wrong, wrong move getcha leg swiped
Hit 'til ya head white (woo!)
Jet through the red light, gamble everything that I own
Do it again type bounce back, Benzy on chrome!
You and ya friends like
Can't leave the Benji's alone
Therefore my pen write, unforgettable insight (uh!)
Lyrical invite (uh!), miracle street-wise
Shoulda been dead 3 times, know how to read signs (yeah!)
See you in my MVP prime
Grammy night, MTV shine (SUCKA!)
I know what we did and how we did it
But forget that it's me a minute
It's like I live in the hood as much as you see us in it
9 millis and dimes with' it, in my New York fitted
A hater can't get a New York minute, city second (uh!)
What I throw'll fuck up ya head, you really catch it
Nigga write one line 'bout me, silly record
100 thou' volt, verbal insult until he exit
You think the outfit make the man, you really naked (STUPID!)
They hear ya stories but do they respect it?
The words only real as who relay the message
I had a dream, I shared lines with Big
I had a dream I shared lines with 'Pac, with kush pounds in stock (woo!)
On a crowded public housing block
To get through the gate, I'll run a hundred miles and hop!
Track and field on 'em (yeah!)
I bring ya whole shit down, Shaq O' Neal on 'em
Haters is out, I pack the steel for 'em!
Make it sting like a eel on 'em
When they see the drops with the big box and hologram wheel on 'em
European feel on 'em (uh-huh!), I got a PETA warrant
Minks, MAC's in the back, make the V historic! (CLASSIC!)
Don't be a waste of time, be important
Carry ya neighborhood, see 'em walk it much as ya talk it, shit is awkward!
'Cause I ain't heard a spitter in years
Ya overshadowed, now watch how I get rid of the queers
The bigger the stress, the bigger the swears and grey hairs
If they stare, what they hear in the eyes can see lies
I'm revised and reborn, we advised to be strong, (uh!)
'Cause it's on, fame gone, rolled on, word bond, hold on!
You niggas tellin' me that punk shit cool?
Salute to the real 'cause they the ones that don't get grew
Caged in like a zoo, that's why they goin' ape and shit
Lost child taught to short smile and make paper flip (Yeah!)
G-R-Double-E-... -N G-A-N-G!
Grim reaper, B! I'll bury any MC!
Swishers to the head 'cause I'm starin' at these old pictures
And all the niggas in the pictures is dead
Hungry, who woulda pictured me fed?
I worked my ass off to get me some bread
Now that I'm here, I'ma get me some head
It's all repetitive, party after party
Wrong place, right time, tali's cardiac ya body (pop! pop! pop!)
I be soaked swag, ya boy cleaner than the fuck
Steal my notepad, ya tryna heat a nigga up
The year is up, expect new shit to be worse
Expect me to reign, king since my Victory verse, truth hurts
And the truth is
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Hands down, I'm the hottest shit in the street right now
What?
One and only P.L.K. boy
Southside, stand up
I'm on my shit
In the studio cookin' up this new shit
You know, the next classic
It's gon' be a problem, I swear
Maaaaannnn!
50, whattup?
Yay', whattup?
G-G-G-G!
2 G's up... yeah
