Song Lyrics

Yeah I want the sarcasm, with the anger
All that shit mixed in
OK let's do this

The F*CK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!)
Y'all niggas want problems? (I want the truth!)
The F*CK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!)
You niggas want problems? (You can't handle the truth!)

The F*CK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!)
Y'all niggas want problems? (I want the truth!)
(You want answers?) (I want the truth!)
(You can't handle the truth!)

Yo, h-yo y'all niggas see the stripes, and ignore my rank
We goin' do this like pirates now, walk the plank
I don't know what niggas think, there's none above me
Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me

You want me to prove it's real, use this steel
catch a body, and move to Brazil?
But then how you goin' breathe, when your lungs ain't there?
Comin' in your buildin', and my sons is there

with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there
Now y'all see how this shit turn from fun to fear
But y'all don'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 can't survive but I'm a watch you try
Say goodbye, y'all niggas ain't bulletproof
You want what? y'all niggas can't handle the truth, yo

[Chorus: x2]
The truth is... it's too late for a truce
The truth is... y'all niggas ain't bulletproof
The truth is... Mysonne is the truth and
(You can't handle the truth!)

Ah-yo the truth is, I'm young pretty and ruthless
And I peel quick and steal shit, cause I'm lootless
So don't confuse realness, with music
Yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it

Your hand shakin', you can't take the kickback
So whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back
'Cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay
You ain't ready to have shootouts in the broad day

My niggas bustin' while they drivin' down the one-way
y'all niggas better pack y'all bags and run away
I mean this fam, I'm makin' niggas disappear
It ain't a game, and I think I made that crystal clear

(I think so) Shit is official here, so you don'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? F*CK YOU, pardon my French

[Chorus]

Okay, you been forewarned, so y'all niggas better recognize
Problem Children, don't forget the weapon ties
I specialize in warfare and rippin' tracks
And if it's war, then we ALL in with different gats

or different bats, just keep spittin' this and that
Just keep talkin', yo' ass goin' end up missin' black
You not goin' listen til I'm yo' 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 y'all lookin' at?
I earn respect, that's why I wonder why me?
Thorough to this, so why y'all still want to try me?

That's alright, y'all niggas know where to find me
Up in the Bronx somewhere, that's where I be
Probably with my niggas shootin' lead off the roof
See I told ya, y'all can't handle the truth

[Chorus]

David Cerati

The duration of The Truth is 4:14 minutes and seconds.