Beanie Sigel - The Truth lyrics

I speak the truth Truth , nothin but the truth Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth The truth , nothing 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 or two You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that's real to save Hit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blow B. Sigel with that arsenic flow f** that , don't hold me back I roll with crack , y'all cats told Mac to rap Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame Speech all flame , streets y'all blame It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name I could go before your honor he couldn't and peep my game Gotta laugh , y'all acted like ya' spit it the same Why you motherf**ers can't get in the game I come from high school , and go straight to the league Who you know who can spit at the Sig [CHORUS 2X] n***a the truth , every time I step in the booth I speak the truth , y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the truth , you motherf**ers know who I be I be the truth , when I speak cell set you free n***a the truth [Beanie Mac] Aint nothin changed with Sig I'm still stuck in the kitchen So what I'm signed , that's fine still stuck in position You motherf**ers know me well , couple court cases from jail Couple 4-4 shells from hell Stuck on this mission , go home , my girl fussin and b**hin Motherf**er won't you change your life , I'm thinkin Motherf**er won't I change my wife Ignorant ba*tard laughin like f** the rap sh** It's just another hustle ,another way for n***as to touch you Now they know the face of Beans Now they , see my face on screens and I aint even chase this dream I feel sorry for those who did Y'all n***as can't stop the boar , whether rock or raw I'm slingin coke in a rock valor You n***as know what block I'm on , glock in palm You wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this song Motherf**er [CHORUS] [Beanie Mac] Black Friday management , and Roc's the label And I still hit you n***as with shots that's fatal That bullsh** vest can't save you I had a doc open you up from chest to navel See my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold a** table And them hoes I gave you I'm that n***a that'll come and pour salt in your wound At the hospital , while the cops guardin your room You gotta see what I've seen , look where I've looked Touch what I've reached , and take what I've took You gotta go where I've gone , walk where I've walked To get where I'm at to speak what I've talked You gotta lay where I've laid , stay where I've stayed Play where I've played to make what I've made You gotta move what I've moved , use what I used Use tools how I use , use fools how I use