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truth hurts - lloyd banks lyrics

[verse: {dj whoo kid}]
uh! – y’all all bore me witcha full clip stories
sittin’ on green like bullsh-t jewelry. (yeah!)
top 5 all swagger aside
i’m a rare gem magnified, shotgun in magnum rides.
(right!) [gunshot]
not one to advertise.
you betta guess right? – do i got it? is my neck white?
removin’ dollars with’ my left, right (uh!)
right or wrong, wrong move getcha leg swiped, hit ’til
ya head white! (whoo!)
jet thru the red light, gamble everything that i own,
do it again type bounce back, benzy on chrome!
you and ya friends like
can’t leave the benji’s alone, therefore my pen write,
unforgettable insight. (uh!)
lyrical invite! (uh!) – miracle street-wise
shoulda been dead 3 times, know how to read signs.
(yeah!)
see you in my mvp prime!
grammy night mtv shine. (sucka!)
i know what we did and how we did it. – but forget that
it’s me a minute.
it’s like i live in the hood as much as you see us in
it.
9 millies and dymes with’ it – in my new york fitted
a hater can’t get a new york minute. – city second!
(uh!)
what i throw’ll f-ck up ya head, you really catch it
n-gg- write one rhyme ’bout me. – silly record!
100 thou’ vote, verbal insult – until he exit
you think the outfit make the man, you really naked.
(stupid!)
they hear ya stories but do they respect it?
the words only real as who relay the message.
i had a dream, i shared lines with’ big,
i had a dream i shared mines with’ ‘pac, with’ kush
pounds in stock. (whoo!)
on a crowded public housing block
to get thru the gate. – i’ll run a hundred miles and
hop!
track and field on ’em. (yeah!) – i bring ya whole sh-t
down, {whooooooooooooooooooo}
shaq o’ neal on ’em, haters is out. – i pack the steel
for ’em! {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
make it sting like a eel on ’em,
when they see the drops with the big box and hologram
wheel on ’em.
european feel on ’em. (uh-huh!) – i got a peter
warrant,
make mack’s in the back. – make the v historic!
(cl-ssic!)
don’t be a waste of time, be important.
carry ya neighborhood, see ’em walk it much as ya talk
it, sh-t is awkward!
cause i ain’t heard a spitter in years
ya overshadowed! – now watch how i get rid of the
queers.
the bigger the stress, the bigger the swears and grey
hairs
if they stare, what they hear in the eyes can see lies.
i’m revised and reborn, we advised to be strong, (uh!)
cause it’s on, fame gone, rolled on, word bond, hold
on!
you n-gg-s tellin’ me that punk sh-t cool?
salute to the real! – cause they the ones that don’t
get grew.
caged in like a zoo! – that’s why they goin’ ape and
sh-t
lost child taught to short smile and make paper flip!
g-r-double-e-… -n g-a-n-g!
grim reaper, b! – i’ll bury any mc!
swishers to the head. – cause i’m starin’ at these old
pictures,
and all the n-gg-s in the pictures is dead.
hungry! – who woulda pictured me fed?
i worked my -ss off to get me some bread, now that i’m
here! – i’m a get me some head.
it’s all repet-tive, party after party
wrong place, right time, tali’s cardiac ya body. (pop!
pop! pop!)
i be soaked swag! – ya boy cleaner than the f-ck
steal my notepad, ya tryna heat a n-gg- up.
the year is up! – expectin’ new sh-t to be worse
expect me to reign! – king since my +victory+ verse! –
truth hurts!

[outro:]
and the truth is…
i’m on a whole ‘nother level!
{whooooooooooooooooooooooo
kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
hands down, i’m the hottest sh-t in the street right
now!
what?
one and only plk boy!
southside stand up!
i’m on my sh-t! [gunshot]
in the studio cookin’ up this new sh-t!
you know, this next cl-ssic!
it’s gon’ be a problem, i swear to…
maaaaannnn!
50 whattup?
yay’ whattup?
g-g-g! [gunshot]
2 g’s up! [gunshot] [beat stops]

[female speaks]
“radioplanet-dot-tv”!
“radioplanet-dot-tv”!

- lloyd banks lyrics

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