Yeah, what's really good is BC, Jaheim,
the best of both hoods
Somebody call the fire department,
I hope you got an extra mic
and a fireproof booth
Cause you know,
I'm known to melt a wire or two
You need a fire engineer in here, oh yeah
The booth's smoky all
red like I just lit a flare
But that ain't nothing
but that spliff up in the air
That good ganja,
that marijuana with little red hairs
Left hand, palm on the 9 up
with the same red glare
That'll dot your head,
get it clear, the rock in here
I was raised on the street,
stay on your feet
Slick talkin',
might lose they tears
Skettle blues, front page news
Kid, you about to make the headline
Now standin' on the
blocks all played out
Wonder why I try, don't hang out
You ain't really real, we can't chill
I changed my feel,
but I'm still stackin' dollar bills
The truth. rooftops,
gunshots, don't stop.
The truth.
From sunup to sundown,
we come up.
The truth.
The pressure, we fed up, get wet up.
The truth.
Can't unstop the truth.
Nothing but the truth.
From rooftops, gunshots,
don't he be the truth.
From sunup to sundown,
Beasty, I be the truth.
The pressure, we fed up, get wet up.
The truth.
Can't unstop the truth.
Nothing but the truth.
Still got love in the hood, still all good.
Still bring it to you.
Blow right through you.
Well, just my voice will make
you lean back
Kicking down doors,
everybody on the floor
Still down to do a bid for my people
I ride with my coldies,
live for my coldies
Knuckle up, you know what's up
Straight up troubled man,
get your weight up
The truth, from rooftops,
gunshots, don't stop
The truth, from sunup to sundown,
we come up
The truth, the pressure,
we fed up, get wet up
Can't nothing stop the truth
Nothin' but the truth
From rooftops, gunshots,
don't stop be the truth
From sunup to sundown, come on baby
The pressure, we fed up,
get wet up
Can't nothin' stop the truth
Nothin' but the
The truth is what y 'all waitin' for
I know you want it uncut
So I kept it raw
From the bricks to the burbs
No contest, we're the best
Straight outta Philly and Jerse
The ghetto's what I'm livin' for
In case you ever won der,
I'm disputed and I got the proof
The proof, lock of a booth,
or the truck of a cookie
Yeah, be seen, I be the dream
Yeah, without the team, stand
tall like Hakeem
Ready to brawl y 'all,
throw a hook like Kareem
Or Prince Nasim, but nah, I be the king
Kiss my pinky thing, ain't nothing changed
But the range on my aim
got a couple yards longer
Yeah, I'm a couple firearms stronger
I'm still a 44 shell from hell
My court case is caught up,
on my way to the jail
No bail, oh well, my commissary
and mail is stacked
No fear to stay away
from the queer and the rats
Run the track, clear my head,
get some air and relax
Top tier, single cell, in a year I'll be back
The ghetto's what I'm living for
In case you ever wonder
Undisputed, and I got the proof
The block or the booth
Oh, the truck or the coupe,
kid, your boy is the truth
Yeah, uh -huh, what's really good
is BC and Jaheim,
the best of both hoods
Now clap, I said clap, uh -huh,
uh -huh, now bring it back
Yeah, BC gonna build to holla at your boy
We got that fire, ask my man
Giz, the fire department