The Truth - Blacastan, Tragedy, Godilla

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'.

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

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'

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

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'.

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

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'

'My, my poetry’s deep'

We are the Truth

We need no proof

Blowin' shots off roof

(Castro: Touch y’all, please don’t make us buck y’all)

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

Fuck 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 nigga down, fuck 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 nigga, sweet ass nigga

I’ma torch that nigga, peep that nigga

R.I.P.

that nigga, ???

See, I’m that nigga, 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 nigga

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 nigga face blowin large portion out

Talkin bout, you mu’fuckers 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

We are the Truth

We need no proof

Blowin' shots off roof

(Castro: Touch y’all, please don’t make us buck y’all)

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 cock 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 shit?

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 fuckin' 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 fuck with the God

We are the Truth

We need no proof

Blowin' shots off roof

(Castro: Touch y’all, please don’t make us buck y’all)

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'.

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

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'

'My, my poetry’s deep'

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'.

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

'Queensbridge and we don’t play'

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