killing Then inquiringPoulation awaitingSo many files not clarifiedProceedings I don't understandI wonder how it's gonna endWill the whole truth ever be toldLeast said soonest mendedDistroted truth
clearly where we overstepped the line (Morten) Whatcha gonna do when lights go out whatcha gonna think it's all about whatcha gonna do when time is up whatcha gonna do
in the Sheraton lobby Grab my coattails and get a grip (Grab 'em) You want the truth? Well, the truth is This is it, pointin' out the differences This is
bangers is growin' upset Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets And you know you ain't like that But you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit
wanna trip, but the truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them trips to Roofchris U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is With
they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall
me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, "That's the bad guy." So, what they make you? Good? [Verse 2] Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is
trip, but the truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them trips to Roofchris U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is With you
wanna trip, but the truth is Girl the way you cook a stake Remind me of the strips to Ruth chris U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is With
the truth about a nigga named Game I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same A lot of people already know exactly where it's at Cause it's
in one rhyme, no more stormy weather Streets is mine, we gon' live forever Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is listenin Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is
down, in the town, where my name is all around A nigga just be hatin and shit, that's a pity But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city [Chorus: JT] Where
to the beef, what'chu gon' do now? Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out? A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is fake A lot of niggaz
him like bush, where the soldiers at? now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at, the water dried up well n-gga do you know they clap we
, maybe your love for sin Or the lack of love you showing when you cursing at men Man how holy is he to you, how impressed by him are you Is your life
for a secret rendezvous So when you're on a mission, one late night And you're looking for a spot where the price is right You can come on in for an hour or
rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future
