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    LIL' KIM

    The Naked Truth 2005 ©

    Quiet

    When the sun goes down and them guns come out
    Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth
    When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin
    (It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissing on cotton)


    Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear
    All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year
    With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it
    How did they make it in this game for so long
    I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard
    I know a federal case, from a publicity charge
    Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL
    But hoes wanna go to COURT 'til I pay them for they NAILS
    Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me
    My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T
    You spent your advance on your Continental T
    I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee
    And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER
    Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER
    Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE
    I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS




    I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material
    But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible
    The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you
    'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical
    SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul
    And if I don't like you then I will pretend to
    It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you
    In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do
    Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya
    Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher
    I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya
    Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers
    You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
    Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody
    I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley
    Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?




    You see it always be them ones talkin this and that
    How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP
    Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap
    'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back
    It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin
    The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin
    A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin
    They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards
    Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers
    Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers
    Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team
    You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM
    Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean
    Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems
    You act like you don't know what side of town this realer
    Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers

    2005 ©




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