The X-Ecutioners, Aasim, Fat Joe - The Truth lyrics

Yeah, uh, uh, let's go mo' money, mo' murder
It's good coke aasim, what's up, nigga? Uh
X-Ecutioner style, uh ah man
X-Ecutioners, baby
Mo' money, mo' murder, baby biatch, watch

Uh, they say the truth shall set you free
I think not
'Cause niggas 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 fuck?)
Shame on this game for makin' false promises
Niggas 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
Niggas say they sittin' on money
We sittin' on gats niggas wanna get cute
Start shittin' on crack
I could give you few hit's 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

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

Somehow we go on we go on because
We like to think there's hope
But that's a lie ain't no hope

Listen, industry rule
Number four-thousand-and-eighty
The game drastically changed, shit's crazy
Record labels bitch up, wanna hit but
Niggas shit 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 I95, bodies in the trunk
With a pump, callin' other niggas 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 niggas respects a punk? Not me
Nigga

That's the truth, baby!
That's right, did I knock you out the box?
Hahaha, yeah

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