Truth , nothin but the truth  
 Y'all know what I bring to the game I speak the truth  
 The truth , nothing but the truth  
  
 [Beanie Mac]  
 I hope you got an extra mic and a fire proof booth  
 Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too  
 You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze  
 I melt down cracks that's real to save  
 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 Mac to rap  
 Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untame  
 Speech all flame , streets y'all blame  
 It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name  
 I could go before your honor sit and peep my game  
 Gotta laugh , y'all acted like it 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 2X  
 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 , when I speak cell set you free  
 Nigga the truth  
  
 [Beanie Mac]  
 Aint 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 4-4 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 aint even chase this dream  
 I feel sorry for those who did  
 Y'all niggas can't stop the boar , whether rock or raw  
 I'm slingin coke in a rock valor  
 You niggas know what block I'm on , glock in palm  
 You wanna get shot , karate chopped or stabbed this song  
 Motherfucker  
  
 CHORUS  
  
 [Beanie Mac]  
 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 had a doc open you up from chest to navel  
 See my face on cable , and have flashbacks of that cold ass table  
 And them hoes 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