Lil' O - Truth lyrics

[Billy Cook:] Too many brothers locked, there'll be too many dying And if I set it up out, then I'd be lying [Hook: x2] You want the truth (yeah), bujt you can't handle the truth (no) Us n***az 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 n***a, even you [Lil' O:] My lil' partna stole a half, from a crooked a** 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 sh** 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 n***az 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 sh**, that was made by us you see [Hook x2] [Lil' O:] Now if you worked all your life, but still ain't had sh** If you seen a man slipping, would you grab his sh** 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 sh** Man these whites living good, I got's to have that sh**) 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 n***a'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 sh** too Cause I done jacked me some n***az, 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 n***az to jail You can buy stock in the Penn, think they ain't making mail [talking:] See, as long as n***az keep dropping out of school To chase this fast change We doing exactly, what they want us to do [Hook x2] [Lil' O:] As slavery pa**ed 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 n***a against house n***a, 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 n***az 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 k**er, 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 [Hook x2] [talking:] 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 [Billy Cook:] Too many brothers locked, there'll be too many dying And if I set it up out, then I'd be lying