The Truth Lyrics – Nas
Can’t bury with you with your money
Can’t bury with you with your ***
Born alone, die alone
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, burn the whole place down
No more foul plays
Housing mentality shoot ’em down days
Going out of town with a couple of pound plates
Always the one you call your friend but then his style change
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that’s an outrage
We need a meeting, money and fame is fleeting
You never really know the reason why two people is beefing
Bloody ***, in the eighties, he had suede Louis seats in the [?]
Did dirty, his sentence start turning
Look at life, took advice from the streets [?]
Nothing nice, Jon boy ice, his death undetermined
Pick an [?] anywhere for your happy soul is returning
When I’m gone, I pray my family don’t get the cash and burn it to the floor
Black 4’s laced up, Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight karats, immaculate paystubs
Them niggas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it’s the same rush
And they been sending shots a *** way but they ain’t struck
Can’t *** with me
I been outside since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that “*** Was the Case” up
Thinking when I drop my first *** I’m leaving they face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon from the dime block
They had it clicking but today it’s the new slimes out
Instagram trick in the hood, what they crying ’bout
Petty crimes, ***, and money, that’s why they lying ’bout
Niggas ain’t telling the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y’all don’t look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t *** to the kid, woah
Niggas ain’t telling the truth enough (No, no, ***)
Y’all don’t look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t *** to the kid, woah
Now you got your marching orders
This ***’ll make your mouth water like food grill with wood chips
Wool ridge, button-up flannel, looking wolfish
My hair wolfing, central bookings, simple lessons
One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus
My style is eclectic
Eat you pussies for breakfast, then I offer refreshments
Look at that fly *** y’all harping on
Then take a watch from your arm and cops do nothing about it, that’s what’s going on
Many changes, more races when I was touring the nation with warrants on probation
I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I’d be banking, not even drinking
Papi to Abu Dhabi, probably poli’ with Saudis
Crank the engine on the ’74 cherry Chevelle
Shawty friend is a snake, I told her her bestie ain’t real
You gotta watch that
As the lobster ***, I spray the Baccarat
Your reputation, you can’t clean that *** up at no laundromat
Sucker, see, somebody has to say it
The boy still ain’t graduated
I must say they cap the greatest, be real
My team is mature, the bags are secured
Surrounded by addicts addicted to having more
Niggas ain’t telling the truth enough (No, uh-uh, no)
Y’all don’t look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t *** to the kid, woah
Niggas ain’t telling the truth enough (No, no, ***)
Y’all don’t look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t *** to the kid, woah