Album: "I'm Still Livin" Label: Rap-A-Lot Records / Asylum Records Format: CD, Album Country: US Released: 07 Nov 2006
09. Let The Truth Be Told Producer – Mr. Lee Written-By – L. Williams, M. Edwards
Lyrics:
[Hook]:
Time to let the truth be told, it ain't no brighter days Cause when it all unfolds, a nigga gon just pass away These haters, trying to stop my grind But I bet them hoes, can't block my shine So tired of taking losses, not this time I can't save the whole world, I'm just trying to look out for mine
[Z-Ro]:
I been getting a lot of exposure lately, on niggaz songs and in they videos Cause they know I'm a O.G., not an original gangsta but an organized general They see me pulling up in my 300 banging, gators on my feet and jewelry dangling Everybody love the way I look on the outside, but inside I be paining Is it ever gonna stop raining, nothing but thunderstorm clouds hover above me Shit I use to break my back to make sure my niggaz was straight, but they still don't love me That's why it's no more pain on my lower arm, and one deep tatted on my other arm If you see me looking in y'all direction, I'm not about to speak fin to do you motherfuckers harm Got seventeen albums and they all selling, so tell me why the fuck my pockets ain't swelling Ain't never did nothing to nobody, that didn't have it coming to 'em bitch I'm a felon Feel like I was failing God tell me when I'm gon win, you know when I'm blessed you know when I'm gon sin You were there at the beginning of my days, I'm just hoping I see you after all my days end And I don't give a damn what these people say, half the people in the church got evil ways I was just looking to make a lil' scrilla, but it turned a lil' Christian into a lil' killer From label to label and gun to rifle, it's a forward march ain't no time to retreat If you able to save a nation go 'head, but I'm struggling to get myself some'ing to eat
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]:
No more struggling, backwards hustling this is my year I been in the game since 9-5, bitch I'm still here I hear the background that side talk, and cheap bumping If you don't like who I signed with, then give me some'ing Just six months ago, they said the Don was all over But I just tightened my flow built the buzz, and came colder I touch them street G's, them go-getters and crack stars You six feet deep or somewhere asleep, behind them iron bars Cause I done knocked off plenty cars, and knocked off plenty hoes Then pulled up plenty shows, candy paint and glass 4's Look at 'em whispering, like some hoes on the sideline They second string and cheerleading, while I'm getting mine I know I been down, can't wait till the next round Tomorrow's tomorrow, but today nigga it's right now It's Ke and Ro, and fa sho that's a gangsta hit Get up out our life hoe, get up off our dick trick