[Mysonne]
Yeah I want the sarcasm, with the anger
All that shit mixed in
OK let`s do this
The FUCK y`all niggaz want? (I want the truth!)
Y`all niggaz want problems? (I want the truth!)
The FUCK y`all niggaz want? (I want the truth!)
You niggaz want problems? (You can`t handle the truth!)
The FUCK y`all niggaz want? (I want the truth!)
Y`all niggaz want problems? (I want the truth!)
(You want answers?) (I want the truth!)
(You can`t handle the truth!)
[Mysonne]
Yo, aiyyo y`all niggaz see the stripes, and ignore my rank
We gon` do this like pirates now, walk the plank
I don`t know what niggaz think, there`s none above me
Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me
You want me to prove it`s real, use this steel
catch a body, and move to Brazil?
But then how you gon` breathe, when your lungs ain`t there?
Comin in your buildin, and my sons is there
with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there
Now y`all see how this shit turn from fun to fear
But y`all don`t play fair, so why should I?
Get you hit by the same nigga that got you high
Put two up in your side, and watch you cry
And I know you can`t survive but I`ma watch you try
Say goodbye, y`all niggaz ain`t bulletproof
You want what? Y`all niggaz can`t handle the truth, yo
Chorus: Mysonne (repeat 2X)
The truth is -- it`s too late for a truce
The truth is -- y`all niggaz ain`t bulletproof
The truth is -- Mysonne is the truth and
(You can`t handle the truth!)
[Mysonne]
Aiyyo the truth is, I`m young pretty and ruthless
And I peel quick and steal shit, cause I`m lootless
So don`t confuse realness, with music
Yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it
Your hand shakin, you can`t take the kickback
So whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back
Cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay
You ain`t ready to have shootouts in the broad day
My niggaz bustin while they drivin down the one-way
Y`all niggaz better pack y`all bags and run away
I mean this fam, I`m makin niggaz dissapear
It ain`t a game, and I think I made that crystal clear
(I think so) Shit is official here, so you don`t want to start this
Cause you too light, to get caught up, in the darkness
Stabbed up, left hemorraghing, on a park bench
You threaten mines? FUCK YOU, pardon my French
Chorus
[Mysonne]
Okay, you been forewarned, so y`all niggaz better recognize
Problem Children, don`t forget the weapon ties
I specialize in warfare and rippin tracks
And if it`s war, then we ALL in with different gats
or different bats, just keep spittin this and that
Just keep talkin, yo` ass gon` end up missin black
You not gon` listen til I`m yo` ear with the mac
or you in the air, your spirit just lookin back
I done it all, from pimpin hoes to cookin crack
Approachin crews dolo, like what y`all lookin at?
I earn respect, that`s why I wonder why me?
Thorough to this, so why y`all still wanna try me?
That`s alright, y`all niggaz know where to find me
Up in the Bronx somewhere, that`s where I be
Prolly with my niggaz shootin lead off the roof
See I told ya, y`all can`t handle the truth
Chorus (Mysonne bullshits over it)
* ad libs to outro *
