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the x-ecutioners - the truth كلمات الأغنية

[intro: aasim, fat joe]
yeah, uh, uh, let’s go
mo’ money, mo’ murder
it’s good coke
aasim, what’s up, n_gga? uh
x_ecutioner style, uh
ah man
x_excutioners, baby
mo’ money, mo’ murder, baby
biatch, watch

[verse 1: fat joe]
uh, they say the truth shall set you free, i think not
’cause n_ggas be ignorin’ the squad like we ain’t hot
like we ain’t got the bronx on lock
and like pun wasn’t as nice as biggie and pac (what the f_ck?)
shame on this game for makin’ false promises
n_ggas yell, “they ready for war,” more like hostages
trapped in they homes, only without police protection
but a beef on beast like thеy squeezin’ weapons
we be thе truth, bear witness to that
n_ggas say they sittin’ on money, we sittin’ on gats
n_ggas wanna get cute, start sh_ttin’ on crack
i could give you few hits but you gon’ visit a mac
and it won’t be nothin’ happy about it, a bunch of grown men
screamin’ and cryin’, holdin’ on to they spouses
and i ain’t wanna leave his face in the pavement
but i gave him ample enough time to retract them statements
[chorus]
kick, kick, kick_kick, kick, kick_kick, kick, kick
kick_kick_kick_kick_kick, kick_kick the truth
ki_ki_, ki_ki_, ki_ki, ki_, ki_
ki_, ki_, ki_kick, kick the truth
kick, kick, kick_kick, kick, kick, kick, kick_kick
kick, kick, kick the truth
kick the truth, truth

[interlude]
somehow we go on
we go on because
we like to think there’s hope
but that’s a lie
ain’t no hope

[verse 2: aasim]
listen, industry rule number four_thousand_and_eighty
the game drastically changed, sh_t’s crazy
record labels b_tch up, wanna hit but, n_ggas sh_t on your demo
but make it pop independent, now they sendin’ you memos
and rappers ain’t rappers, they actors, and actors is fake
playin’ characters from happenin’s that never took place
talkin’ ’bout murder and drug traffic in cities and states
but ain’t never stayed a day in a days inn
and they never been ot flippin oz’s, dog
gotta be at least be 4’3″ to be a og, dogs
how you claim you hold your weight, but you feather in size?
you ain’t tough actin’ like you made of leather inside
never a lie on the rep that was invented by lies
tough as pleather, i could see the fear of death in your eyes
so you a gangsta, self_proclaimed, grill us alive
bought ‘caine down i_95, bodies in the trunk
with a pump, callin’ other n_ggas a chump ’til they pop open
they trunk, and they down to give you just what you want
which is proof that, all you ever really do is stunt
what real n_ggas respects a punk? not me, n_gga
[interlude]
that’s the truth, baby!
that’s right, did i knock you out the box?
hahaha, yeah

[outro]
kick, kick, kick_kick, kick, kick_kick, kick_kick, kick
kick_kick_kick_kick_kick, kick_kick the truth
kick, kick, kick_kick, kick, kick_kick, kick_kick, kick
kick_kick_kick_kick_kick, kick_kick the truth
kick, kick, kick_kick, kick, kick_kick, kick_kick, kick
kick_kick_kick_kick_kick, kick_kick the truth
kick_kick, ki_, ki_, ki_, ki_
ki_, ki_, ki_kick, kick the truth
kick, kick, kick_kick, kick, kick, kick, kick_kick
kick, kick, kick the truth
kick the truth

- the x ecutioners

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