The Truth Lyrics

The Truth - Nas

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Can't bury you with your money

Can't bury you with your bitch

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 plays

Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed

Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage

We need a meeting, money and fame is fleeting

You never really know the reason why two people is beefing

Bloody murder, in the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban

Did dirty, his sentence start turning

Look at life, took advice from the streets of Vernon

Nothing Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined

Pick an island, anywhere for your happy soul or return it

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 nigga way but they ain't struck

Can't fuck with me

I been outside since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done

Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was the Case" up

Thinking when I drop my first shit, 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 trickin' the hood, what they crying 'bout?

Petty crimes, bitches 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 shit to the kid, woah

Niggas ain't telling the truth enough (No, no, nigga)

Y'all don't look like the truth to us

Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, woah

Now you got your marching orders

This shit'll make your mouth water like food grill with wood chips

Woolriche, 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 all that fly shit y'all harping on

They 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, IV from drinking

Papi to Abu Dhabi, probably polly with Saudis

Crank the engine on the '74 Chevy Chevelle

Shawty friend is a snake, I told her her bestie ain't real

You gotta watch that, as the lobster crack, I spray the Baccarat

Your reputation, you can't clean that shit 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 shit to the kid, woah

Niggas ain't telling the truth enough (No, no, nigga)

Y'all don't look like the truth to us

Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, woah