[mysonne]
yeah i want the sarcasm, with the anger
all that shit mixed in
ok letand's do this
The fuck yand'all niggaz want? (i want the truth!)
yand'all niggaz want problems? (i want the truth!)
the fuck yand'all niggaz want? (i want the truth!)
you niggaz want problems? (you canand't handle the truth!)
the fuck yand'all niggaz want? (i want the truth!)
yand'all niggaz want problems? (i want the truth!)
(you want answers?) (i want the truth!)
(you canand't handle the truth!)
[mysonne]
yo, aiyyo yand'all niggaz see the stripes, and ignore my rank
we gonand' do this like pirates now, walk the plank
i donand't know what niggaz think, thereand's none above me
problem child general, nigga thugs love me
you want me to prove itand's real, use this steel
catch a body, and move to brazil?
but then how you gonand' breathe, when your lungs ainand't there?
comin in your buildin, and my sons is there
with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there
now yand'all see how this shit turn from fun to fear
but yand'all donand't play fair, so why should i?
get you hit by the same nigga that got you high
put two up in your side, and watch you cry
and i know you canand't survive but iand'ma watch you try
say goodbye, yand'all niggaz ainand't bulletproof
you want what? yand'all niggaz canand't handle the truth, yo
Chorus: mysonne (repeat 2x)
The truth is -- itand's too late for a truce
the truth is -- yand'all niggaz ainand't bulletproof
the truth is -- mysonne is the truth and
(you canand't handle the truth!)
[mysonne]
aiyyo the truth is, iand'm young pretty and ruthless
and i peel quick and steal shit, cause iand'm lootless
so donand't confuse realness, with music
yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it
your hand shakin, you canand't take the kickback
so whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back
cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay
you ainand't ready to have shootouts in the broad day
my niggaz bustin while they drivin down the one-way
yand'all niggaz better pack yand'all bags and run away
i mean this fam, iand'm makin niggaz dissapear
it ainand't a game, and i think i made that crystal clear
(i think so) shit is official here, so you donand't want to start this
cause you too light, to get caught up, in the darkness
stabbed up, left hemorraghing, on a park bench
you threaten mines? fuck you, pardon my french
Chorus
[mysonne]
okay, you been forewarned, so yand'all niggaz better recognize
problem children, donand't forget the weapon ties
i specialize in warfare and rippin tracks
and if itand's war, then we all in with different gats
or different bats, just keep spittin this and that
just keep talkin, yoand' ass gonand' end up missin black
you not gonand' listen til iand'm yoand' ear with the mac
or you in the air, your spirit just lookin back
i done it all, from pimpin hoes to cookin crack
approachin crews dolo, like what yand'all lookin at?
i earn respect, thatand's why i wonder why me?
thorough to this, so why yand'all still wanna try me?
thatand's alright, yand'all niggaz know where to find me
up in the bronx somewhere, thatand's where i be
prolly with my niggaz shootin lead off the roof
see i told ya, yand'all canand't handle the truth
Chorus (mysonne bullshits over it)
* ad libs to outro *
