[Intro]

I speak the truth

Truth – nothin' but the truth

Y'all know what I bring to the game – I speak the truth

The truth – nothing but the truth

[Verse 1]

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 when I lay this blaze

I melt down tracks, DATs, reels, and slaves

Hit the studio, jars of 'dro, bars to blow

B. Sigel with that arsenic flow

Fuck that–don't hold me back

I roll with crack, y'all cats told Macks to rap

Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untamed

Speech all flame, streets y'all blame

It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name

I could go before ya honor, he couldn't peep my game

Gotta laugh, don't act like we spit it the same

Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game?!

I come from high school, and go straight to the league

Who you know who can spit at the Sig?

[Chorus]

Nigga, the truth, every time I step in the booth

I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you

I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be

I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free

Nigga, the truth

[Verse 2]

Ain't nothin' changed with Sig, I'm still stuck in the kitchen

So what I'm signed? That's fine, still stuck in position

You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail

Couple .44 shells from Hell

Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin' and bitchin'

"Motherfucker, won't you change your life?!"

I'm thinkin' – "Motherfucker, won't I change my wife?!"

Ignorant bastard, laughin' like "fuck the rap shit"

It's just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you

Now they know the face of Beans

Now they–see my face on screens and I ain't even chase this dream

I feel sorry for those who did

Y'all niggas can't stop the bol, whether rock or raw

I'm slingin' coke in a Roc velour

You niggas know what block I'm on, Glock in palm

You wanna get shot, karate chopped, or stabbed? It's on

Motherfucker

[Chorus]

Nigga, the truth, every time I step in the booth

I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you

I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be

I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free

Nigga, the truth

[Verse 3]

Black Friday Management, and Roc's the label

And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal

That bullshit vest can't save you

I'll have a doc open you up, from chest to navel

See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table

And them holes I gave you

I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound

At the hospital, while the cops guardin' your room

You gotta see what I've seen, look where I've looked

Touch what I've reached, and take what I've took

You gotta go where I've gone, walked where I've walked

To get where I'm at, to speak what I've talked

You gotta lay where I've laid, stay where I've stayed

Play where I've played, to make what I've made

You gotta move what I've moved, use what I used

Use tools how I use, use fools how I use

[Chorus]

Nigga, the truth, every time I step in the booth

I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you

I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be

I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free

Nigga, the truth