The Naked Truth Lyrics - 2005
[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin
Sexy ladies goin
[Verse 1] Fresh out the federal building
To Bently Coupes with the convertable ceilings
It
I done been through it all, shoot-outs and fist fights
Brooklyn bitch, it go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now gimmie 6 mics
Can
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes
Stand behind Martin Luther King but I
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right, I'm Malcom X
Please keep the peace 'cause a coward show me disrespect
My niggas put his soul to rest, I don't wanna see who's next
Champagne on my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I
And I ain
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters
[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin
Sexy ladies goin
[Verse 2] Me and my team we tryin to own casinos
So we can all cop a crib like Pacino
Come through in a
The feds tryin' to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin
Won
See I do it for the fans, they
While they goin' off course, me I
Feel the movement, it
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter
Them faggots done did something that they can
Whoever ridin' wit'
Coulda copped out to a 1 to 3 do
Still took it to trial even though I blew
Brooklyn style baby, that
Ill gangstas and ain
[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin
Sexy ladies goin
Oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh
Oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah oh
[Verse 3] Now a party ain
You know where I go man, the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil
In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-o
In the jail jumpsuit still a bad bitch though
Rose from the ghetto, it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood, the world ain
Get ya lil' dance up, B-K stand up
Straight to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold ya pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up
[Chorus] My niggas pull triggas, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, no no no
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin
Sexy ladies goin
