The Truth

(feat. Christ Castro)

[Intro]

[Gunshot]

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..

'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'

'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..

'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'

'My, my poetry's deep'

[Chorus x2]

We are the Truth

We need no proof

Blowin' shots off roof

[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)

[Verse 1: Christ Castro]

Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos

******* sitting on my ass like you couch potatos

While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin

I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin

Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings

Beat a ******* down, ******* if them cops is lookin!

Put that heater down son, cuz if you had to pop you wouldn't

You would show up every shortcake topped with pudding

Soft ass *******, sweet ass *******

I'ma torch that *******, peep that *******

R.I.P. that *******, ????

See, I'm that *******, my four fingers on that trigger

Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns

'fore they find your lungs on your doormat *******

Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out

Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out

Blood drip when the force come out

Slugs rip thru a ******* face blowin large portion out

Talkin bout, you mu'******s swear you live, through homicide

Come and talk you out

Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away?

Now your ass gettin' carried away

[Chorus x2]

We are the Truth

We need no proof

Blowin' shots off roof

[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)

[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]

Truth is truth, real is real, love is love

Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood

We can go shot for shot, slug for slug

Hit you up, body bags zip you up

I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me

Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G

I ****** back, and pop them thangs

You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God

Glocks'll bang

Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug *******t?

But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone

41st Side, Q.B

Bringin it home, homie we got that

Don't ever try to stop my grind, cuz in the meantime in between tyin my nine

Steady long, steady strong when you ******' with mine

And I'ma ?eep? regardless to the charges I'm a G

Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet

Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna ******* with the God

[Chorus x2]

We are the Truth

We need no proof

Blowin' shots off roof

[Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)

[Outro]

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..

'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'

'My, my poetry's deep'

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play' ..

'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'

'Queen*******ridge and we don't play'

'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'

[Gunshot]