Truth Lyrics

[ti:Ice pRINCE - Truth]

Yeah 1999 I started messing with the words

Half and all the time I was the nigga never heard

Sitting on the corner with the others no supporters

Now we hit you with recorders I was splitting with the verb

Halleluiah father now with records on the streets

Some niggas throw shots

Cus a nigga tryna feed

**** manager we doing shows in Canada

Yeah im on speed

Ice *** they got the middle on me

You can raise your fingers up and put the middle on me

And I don’t give a *****

Im spitting on ***

Im a little zombie zombie

No ** call me baller

Give me twenty seconds and I promise ama call her

You do not agree with my agreement

Im sending you to your demon

*** murder your son daughter

See me and me balling again the camp slaughter

Taking all the pics and the pics and the camcorder

Men ive got bread I feel like a hamburger

The ice to the prince the bad man them hearda

Boys on the street the bad man them murder

My PM boda my ten percent quarter

Sitting in the sky im like a ***

Never go down so test me ***

******

To back ****

See me sitting and they wondering what is it gon be

Me im never taking it down and below

Making the rap and the flows

Spitting like really im hungry

Got a little bit of this and a little of all that

When you see me and my goons

And im wearing the all black

Corn roll flows and we taking it all back

Little hommie you aint here for long so call cab

Welcome to my hood we coming in all night

If you’re not rolling with me you don’t matter

Now I go cake on cheese

Im going break on ease

The only difference is

My song that I never thought that ill be spitting

Its raps are complete now these niggas

Putting these straps upon me

Ill be back in a minute

Of course im gon get it

Of course im gon get it

Im never ***

Me I come faster tanker lorry

You are broke me I tell your banker sorry

See now we in the crowd ad fans adore me

Must be the best rapper, singer surely

Bra (4x)

Lets turn it down right now yeah

Okay now we tryna send a message to the youth

So we living in the studio and shooting in the booth

We aint gotta shoot guns

We aint gotta blow trees

We just make the hits bang and bang and bang bang

I be on that topic im topical to these haters

See I aint got a choice but its optional to be greater

Me im just really stepping on top of the ladder lately

****

Im living a ****

All my niggas really getting high on this

Let them chicks know I be the guy on this

Rappers in my lyrical

Spitting its getting physical

Splitting but now they getting my surprise on this

Im getting high on this

And I promise you ama die on this

See I always bring the surprise on this

If you don’t get it them ama sigh on this

Huh

Im getting high on this

Promise you, you aint got a chance gotta chance

Lil hommie you aint getting along so ****

Some niggas throwing shots

Cus some niggas wanna feed

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