Lil' O - Truth lyrics

Too many brothers locked, there'll be too many dying

And if I set it up out, then I'd be lying

You want the truth (yeah), bujt you can't handle the truth (no)

Us niggaz ain't free, we just running round loose (right)

They say what monkey see, monkey gon do (oh-no-no-no-no-no-no-oh)

This song pertains to every thug nigga, even you

My lil' partna stole a half, from a crooked ass law

He chopped it up and heat it in, it's time he Hilfiger drawas

See hit the cut before you run, young G's gotta crawl

And he was hitting every lick, even soaked his ma

And when he stacked a lil' change, he went straight to the mall

And bought some POLO and some Guess, to let hoes know that he ball

But I recall a time when blacks, couldn't buy shit at all

And when you mention slavery, no one sounded upauled

They said ay free the slaves, see loves blacks don't believe it

Slavery came to an end, cause slavery wasn't needed

New technology, provided quantities at high volume

Cheaper than maintaining slaves, now we got us a problem

Cause now we can make these goods, and astonishing figures

Without the labor tell me, what we gon do with these niggaz

Should we gun em down with triggas, send em back to they land

Or should we keep em all in chains, till we get us a plan

Well here's a plan let's give em jobs, better jobs than we

No just enough, so they can get the minimal wants and needs

They'll still be in poverty, but with they hard earned bucks

They'll make us rich by buying shit, that was made by us you see

Now if you worked all your life, but still ain't had shit

If you seen a man slipping, would you grab his shit

I'm talking gun a man down, straight robbing and stealing

Or commit genocide, for pride we straight drug dealing

And I know you know the feeling, (man I ain't got shit

Man these whites living good, I got's to have that shit)

Even though we can't afford it, man we still gotta get it

Black people love to floss, I swear to God it's embedded

Now you can curse all you want, you can scream and shout

But only a nigga'll buy him a Benz, before he buy him a house

And when the new Jordans come out, we spend our money like fools

When these whites won't pay, more than eighty dollars for shoes

We got the whole game confused, we being played like fools

But playa who am I to lie, I do the same shit too

Cause I done jacked me some niggaz, I done been on the grind

But playa peep how smart they is, they getting paid off our crime

It's big business in the 90's, sending niggaz to jail

You can buy stock in the Penn, think they ain't making mail

See, as long as niggaz keep dropping out of school

To chase this fast change

We doing exactly, what they want us to do

As slavery passed whites asked, are we really that dense

A man convinced that we are, pressing blacks is a sense

Yeah a man ain't really lynched, had a plan for us brothers

He said you keep them blacks divided, and they'll keep down eachother

Put field nigga against house nigga, put dark skin against light

They won't worry bout us whites, all they'll do is just fight

And the sad thing he's right, look how us young niggaz trip

Look how we split eachother's wig, over Blood and Crip

Look how we quick to start tripping, damn you stepped on my shoes

Then we mean mug eachother, what you looking at fool

Why is it cool to be a killer, fraud to be about peace

Why we can't understand, too many of us deceased

Do we hate ourselves, some think the mo' yellow the better

Then compare the way we act, to Mr. Will and inch letter

Yeah it's all a big set up, look in books you'll find proof

But they won't teach you this in school, cause you can't handle the truth you see

Man, I'm missing that Lil' Norris

That Lil' Gator, that Fat Pat, that Mafio

That Lil' Al, that Marcus Grey

All my partnas on lock, Big Spider, Big Mark

You know I love y'all, Black Ass hold ya head

Kinfolk, I love you baby

Sean Blaze, hold ya head

Wool, you know it's on when you get home baby

Lawson I love you baby, all my partnas on lock

All my partnas in the grave, I love y'all

We gon make it through the storm

Cause that's what playas do

Maintain under pressure, you feel me

Too many brothers locked, there'll be too many dying

And if I set it up out, then I'd be lying