Now see I try to keep the peace

But your lies is killin' me

Yo ass is in these streets

On them bogus late night creeps You said you was with your boys

Then you tried to switch it

Go head with the bull***

'Cause I ain't none of these bitches The truth is coming to get cha

Pain is about to split cha

You done put your hands on me

And Dre is about to get with cha I done messed around and spotted you

Like you was famous

Now you got that dumb look on your face like

What cha name is? Nigga I know what cha game is

You done lied to me so much it's painless

Boy you took mommy's first seed for granted

Now your cheating ass is about to be strained 'Cause most of y'all niggas can't deal with the truth

Be hatin' when you woman start hittin' you with the truth

Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the truth

And you always running away from the truth You lied till you make yourself think it's the truth

Undress the lie tell me what you got, truth

Should have been up front and just told the truth

But instead you wanna go and try and hide the truth Now see time and time again

You gotten away with murder

The bitch calls here again

See I'ma have to hurt her Fool that you roll with

He be hittin' on me

You so busy partying

Your too damn blind to see You don't think that I know the scheme

You messin' with the intelligence of a wise ghetto queen

Boy it ain't much you can get past me

I won't leave yo ass crying take it from me 'Cause most of y'all niggas can't deal with the truth

Be hatin' when you woman start hittin' you with the truth

Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the truth

And you always running away from the truth You lied till you make yourself think it's the truth

You, undress the lie and what you got it, truth

Should have been up front and just told the truth

But instead you wanna go and try to hide the truth Mommy listen up you got me confused

Told you I was out smoking with my dudes

Then we pop Cris right after we hit the swiss

Then later on that night you ain't gonna believe this *** There was a knock at the door

Now check it I'm bout to hip ya

The door opens what about ten or eleven strippa's

The first thing I did is went into a room to pick up

A phone to call you but no said the liquor And now I got the hiccups hands up like a stick up

Got to come up up in here and hear your ass bicker

And after all that what make this *** the worse

Even though I'm wrong I admit the truth hurts See some of y'all niggas can't deal with truth

Be hatin' when you woman start hit you with the truth

Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the truth

And you always running away from the truth See you lied till you make yourself think it's the truth

You'll undress the lie tell me what you got it truth

Should have been up front and just told the truth

But instead you wanna go and try to hide the truth Some of y'all niggas can't deal with truth

Be hatin' when you woman start hit you with the truth

Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the truth

Always running away from the truth Because you lied till you make yourself think it's the truth

Undress the lie tell me what you got truth

Should have been up front and just told the truth

But instead you wanna go and try and hide the truth Truth

Truth

Truth

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