I speak the truth
Truthnothin but the truth
Y all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth
The truthnothing but the truth

Beanie Mac
I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth
Cuz you know I m known to metal wire too
You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze
I melt down cracks that s real to save
Hit the studiojars of drobars to blow
B. Sigel with that arsenic flow
Fuck thatdon t hold me back
I roll with cracky all cats told Mac to rap
Y all don t realize y all released the beast untame
Speech all flamestreets y all blame
It should be an honor for y all to speak my name
I could go before your honor sit and peep my game
Gotta laughy all acted like it spit it the same
Why you motherfuckers can t get in the game
I come from high schooland go straight to the league
Who you know who can spit at the Sig

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Nigga the truthevery time I step in the booth
I speak the truthy all know what I m bringing to you
I bring the truthyou motherfuckers know who I be
I be the truthwhen I speak cell set you free
Nigga the truth

Beanie Mac
Aint nothin changed with Sig I m still stuck in the kitchen
So what I m signedthat s fine still stuck in position
You motherfuckers know me wellcouple court cases from jail
Couple 4-4 shells from hell
Stuck on this missiongo homemy girl fussin and bitchin
Motherfucker won t you change your lifeI m thinkin
Motherfucker won t I change my wife
Ignorant bastard laughin like fuck the rap shit
It s just another hustleanother way for niggas to touch you
Now they know the face of Beans
Now theysee my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream
I feel sorry for those who did
Y all niggas can t stop the boarwhether rock or raw
I m slingin coke in a rock valor
You niggas know what block I m onglock in palm
You wanna get shotkarate chopped or stabbed this song
Motherfucker

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Beanie Mac
Black Friday managementand Roc s the label
And I still hit you niggas with shots that s fatal
That bullshit vest can t save you
I had a doc open you up from chest to navel
See my face on cableand have flashbacks of that cold ass table
And them hoes I gave you
I m that nigga that ll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospitalwhile the cops guardin your room
You gotta see what I ve seenlook where I ve looked
Touch what I ve reachedand take what I ve took
You gotta go where I ve gonewalked where I ve walked
To get where I m at to speak what I ve talked
You gotta lay where I ve laidstay where I ve stayed
Play where I ve played to make what I ve made
You gotta move what I ve moveduse what I used
Use tools how I useuse fools how I use

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