Trip Lee - Give You That Truth lyrics
[Trip Lee - Give You That Truth lyrics]
You probably wanna hear me spit bout cash
Bout my chicks and the clips
I'ma whip out fast
Bout my whips, what I sip in a crystal glass
You love this which makes
The crucifix sounds bad but, I don't trip
I let my light shine inside
I work for Him everyday like a nine to five
I'm gon ride wit Christ, man to crime I died
And for Him I get busy like my line was tied
You probably wanna hear drugs and thugs
Fun with bub and ya boy
Looking for love in clubs
But nope! I already found some love above
And we don't have to get smashed
Cause the Son was crushed
You just might wanna hear
About some major dough
If that's the case move on
I preach the Savior bro
I don't flow to boast of
Toting heat and pistols
But to reach you and lead
You to read epistles
You might them folks that spit bout
Smoke and the clip they tote
But we gon give you that truth
Even though some bored when we
Talk about the Lord, we some soldiers at war
We gon give you that truth
You might want that cute tees and
Timbaland boots 22's and coupes
But we gon give you that truth
We ain't talking bout change we
Liftin up His name, to die is gain
We gon give you that truth
How do you like your hip hop music?
Some like it holy, some like it polluted
Some like a clique like the 116
That'll spit even if they don't make one cent
I refuse to lie like most of these cats
That do influence lives when they
Boast in they raps
And make dudes choose lives where
They toting the gats
But Jehovah's where my hopes in
I focus on that
No sir, we don't rhyme bout guns and knives
We look to Christ so we got
The Son in our eyes
So we can't but spit bout Christ
Most hearts are cold that's probably
Why they spit bout ice this our life
Submitting to the Spirit inside us
We like some urban Spurgeons
And lyrical Pipers
We ain't got no songs spitting
Game to no girls
But we preach da truth "Welcome to our world"
You might them folks that spit bout
Smoke and the clip they tote
But we gon give you that truth
Even though some bored when we
Talk about the Lord, we some soldiers at war
We gon give you that truth
You might want that cute tees and
Timbaland boots 22's and coupes
But we gon give you that truth
We ain't talking bout change we
Liftin up His name, to die is gain
We gon give you that truth
They like, "Where the guns at dawg
Where the weed at?"
We like, "Kill that homeboy
We don't need that"
Forget about the dough, 44's, and gats
We been saved by the blood
We gon boast in that
And point folks to the Father
I hope they hear me flow
And He brings them out of the
Grave like the Thriller video
Really bro I hope He uses the truth I spit
And I don't care if I don't
Never get a Billboard hit
We know the world might boo our tracks
And would rather us pack it
Up and move on back
But until I die, for Christ
Yeah ya dude gon rap
And glorify Him with my life
Spit truth on tracks
I bring Christ to blocks
I spit Christ in spots
But girls I don't wanna see you
Drop it like it's hot
Bout my chicks and the clips
I'ma whip out fast
Bout my whips, what I sip in a crystal glass
You love this which makes
The crucifix sounds bad but, I don't trip
I let my light shine inside
I work for Him everyday like a nine to five
I'm gon ride wit Christ, man to crime I died
And for Him I get busy like my line was tied
You probably wanna hear drugs and thugs
Fun with bub and ya boy
Looking for love in clubs
But nope! I already found some love above
And we don't have to get smashed
Cause the Son was crushed
You just might wanna hear
About some major dough
If that's the case move on
I preach the Savior bro
I don't flow to boast of
Toting heat and pistols
But to reach you and lead
You to read epistles
You might them folks that spit bout
Smoke and the clip they tote
But we gon give you that truth
Even though some bored when we
Talk about the Lord, we some soldiers at war
We gon give you that truth
You might want that cute tees and
Timbaland boots 22's and coupes
But we gon give you that truth
We ain't talking bout change we
Liftin up His name, to die is gain
We gon give you that truth
How do you like your hip hop music?
Some like it holy, some like it polluted
Some like a clique like the 116
That'll spit even if they don't make one cent
I refuse to lie like most of these cats
That do influence lives when they
Boast in they raps
And make dudes choose lives where
They toting the gats
But Jehovah's where my hopes in
I focus on that
No sir, we don't rhyme bout guns and knives
We look to Christ so we got
The Son in our eyes
So we can't but spit bout Christ
Most hearts are cold that's probably
Why they spit bout ice this our life
Submitting to the Spirit inside us
We like some urban Spurgeons
And lyrical Pipers
We ain't got no songs spitting
Game to no girls
But we preach da truth "Welcome to our world"
You might them folks that spit bout
Smoke and the clip they tote
But we gon give you that truth
Even though some bored when we
Talk about the Lord, we some soldiers at war
We gon give you that truth
You might want that cute tees and
Timbaland boots 22's and coupes
But we gon give you that truth
We ain't talking bout change we
Liftin up His name, to die is gain
We gon give you that truth
They like, "Where the guns at dawg
Where the weed at?"
We like, "Kill that homeboy
We don't need that"
Forget about the dough, 44's, and gats
We been saved by the blood
We gon boast in that
And point folks to the Father
I hope they hear me flow
And He brings them out of the
Grave like the Thriller video
Really bro I hope He uses the truth I spit
And I don't care if I don't
Never get a Billboard hit
We know the world might boo our tracks
And would rather us pack it
Up and move on back
But until I die, for Christ
Yeah ya dude gon rap
And glorify Him with my life
Spit truth on tracks
I bring Christ to blocks
I spit Christ in spots
But girls I don't wanna see you
Drop it like it's hot