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mo3 – i’m the truth lyrics

[ intro ]

n+gga know what the f+ck is up wit me n+gga i don told em n+gga
( hsm )
ain’t no dissing on ( )
turn me up n+gga
tray walk em down n+gga
that’s on gang, i am the truth

[ verse 1 ]

aye f+ck n+ggas? (yeah )
aye wat up wit ya?
this choppa i got in my britches chop down and cut up n+ggas ( yeah )
so b+tch get up wit me
oh wassup n+gga
got my foot on they neck
3 do to much n+gga. ( bow )
real sh+t i shoot real hokcy sticks, y’all just the puck n+gga. ( yeah )
i’m 635 blind i’m wit that iron yeah it’s a must n+gga
this choopa got a flash
and tell the opps i want a buntch of pictures
( )
there they got we fetch him he goofy and donald duck n+gga. ( yeah )
put on if em up the other one they halling “shake back”. ( halling shake back )
ok it’s cool we’ll smoke him later like a shake sack
yeah b+tch this bg4l lil b+tch i say that
lil bubba made that
look, you b+tchs in trouble b+tch im cut throt we don’t play that. ( gang gang )
get up
stand up like a man, lil b+tch sit up
b+tch im sticked up. ( what )
got the drop on a opp, and im like witch one? ( what )
yeah i’m lit up. ( yeah )
posted up. ( what )
they had the cl!ck up +fump+
after i hit up ole boy on my mama, went got my d+ck sucked. ( gang )
[ hook ]

f+ck the opps n+gga i said what i said
they won’t me dead cuss i got these n+ggas scared
why? i am the truth
read the news and think about what you just read and ask yourself ( do you really won’t that? )
ha, i am the truth. (yeah )
go ask the city they gon tell you how i did em. ( forreal )
matter fact they gon tell you how im living
n+gga i am the truth
ain nun like these rappers i be stepping. ( nah )
i’m a god in these streets ( )
( yeah ) i am the truth

[ verse 2 ]

i been thugging in the cliff
i got n+ggas out ( )
four nine, this state ( )
oh they put on my head like they paying for hits
well its free when i jump out so ain paying for sh+t. ( gang gang )
i got that muder plauge n+gga from “real” and them i can’t deny that
and b+tch when i was hitting l!cks and need a strap “debo” supply that. ( gang gang )
cl!ck clack, ( ) on a big mac
lurking wit a big strap
run em down, zit that get wacked
chit chat ( )
walk em down hoe this that get back
chit cat
44 keep it on the low hoe
( ) moe moe
4 doe no joe
cut throat, what hoe?
yeah they know what’s up hoe
pull up at yo front door
choking on gun smoke. ( yeah )
this ain’t bout no popularity or money beliving me
this about respect lil b+tch and i got that in the streets. ( yeah )
[ hook ]

- mo3 lyrics

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