Lyrics
1- now let me touch base on bass, im back wit a taste, check the flav, here comes another somethin imma say, wit a rhyme
i put it down for the minds like mine, so ride, n nevermind them hataz on some fake shit, you know it like I,
this is the truth, wit a book fulla bullets,
this is the truth, im a crook wit a motive,
i been rollin to the fullest crazy stressin angry n aggresive takin names since i was made in september of 87,
i may be 17, but i done seen n been through things, that 93 percent of you ppl wouldnt beleive n it seems,
that i will never se peace, n you prolly wont either in this world of dreams, gettin mean
im on a mission, suspicious wit my competition, how'my gonna flip on whatever they spittin cuz im a winner im never losin,
these high school fools aint got a clue about the truth, its true, in front of you is who i am in the booth...
hook- when im comin through, its the truth,
whatcha wanna do?, its the truth,
if im confrontin you, its the truth,
whatever imma do, its the truth.
2- i see ya saggin pants, backward hats n ice, but its gonna take a whole lot more than that to be like myke,
you aint the first wit a gun, aint the first to get dubs, aint the first to get crunk, aint the first to sell drugs, no
you aint got trouble sleepin, haunted by demons for what you did when you was creepin feelin the reaper wanna scream, fuck the streets,
evil raised me crazy baby, till im swayze baby, imma play this game n ace it baby,
i done grown up, in my blood givin up doesnt show up, i know im finna blow up, n so on
i wont hold up, no time for discussion im rushin n rushin tryna get what i gotta get done n you juss fuckin around,
but you dont want no anomosity, you talkin anonymously, but you dont want no prollem so obviously you wanna squash it,
watch where you walkin, cuz if i see you on my block you gettin rocked to the jaw bitch.
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3- never brang backup scrappin, whats that shit?,
dont say you badass cuz witout ya mans you turn into a faggot,
n you never blasted even if you had to you just actin makin thugs laugh at you for the trash you talkin damnit,
thats some bullshit, its best to just leave me alone, because im known to be a cold muthafucka leavin you out cold,
i told you before, i find myself, panickin at random unplanned shit can happen with anxiety its scary,
you can only imagine the reality of havin to be incognito, sneakin around slick for what you did last weekend,
enemies stressin me sometimes they got the best of me i wont lie, under pressure bein threatened but i wont die,
feelin like the world is out to get me, tryna bring me down, tryna take whats mine every time i fuckin swing around,
id be in trouble if i wasnt very viscious, if my shoes fit you, you can have em, merry x mas.
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