Murda Mook - True Or False lyrics

[Produced by Ahk 2Gs] [Intro] Uhu, uhu, yeah, it's that joint One of my favorite Harlem pitches Juice Record Crew *It's Friday, Double-O versus Head ICe Get your weight up, not your hate up That's why I move weight, cause you hate us, n***a Let's get into that Loaded Lux, Murda Mook, True or False, you heard? Huh? True, false. You can be false or true, you can be true or false You know what I'm saying? Who are you?* *Wishing like hell that you'd be there, and hoping to God that you wouldn't.* [Verse 1: Loaded Lux] While I'm watching every rapper watching me closely Caught in limbo, thinking maybe order jimbo's or just grab me a kimbo Huh, now we see how done get the memo N-Y willie, he's coming out of the N-O But bar for bar, let me give 'em a little info Lux and Mook on the track, you already know what you're in fo' I done seen the comments now, predicting which way the wind go As long as you open the window, who cares which way the wind blows Chronic and indo, brunette or bimbo Sega, Genesis and Nintendo, I put that thing down like tempo Oh, you're smoking? I clip rats like I put out roaches No joking, I send professionals at those that's karaoking You bumped your head, last opponent, the battle loaded Came the closest, felt shorter than Gary Coleman I'm back in motion like some travel lotion, streets is greezy How competition with the rappers going Murda?, "easy" Don't understand, same dudes that's buying your brand Get inspired again and get for trying your hands Like diving in a dam, dying for your fans When they gone learn you don't mix the lions with the lambs? That minor, the manager jumped out of the fried pan And into the fire land that's hot as Sahara sands Cold as the brightest branch, sit it out and be cool Or stay corrected like orthopedic shoes, watch your move, n***a *I'm saying that New York rappers were calling southern rappers lame And kept jacking our slain? Is it true or false? False! I'm saying that n***as here in the South, that can burn n***as up here alive Is it true or false? False!* [Verse 2: Murda Mook] Loaded Lux, they know what's up when we're rolling up Only the best smoking out Dutch, them n***as smoking dust Soul Kid's your favorite artist like he said It's December 25th, we tear them rappers to shreds Listen, it's a gift for you to be in our presence We certified, them boys only acting like legends Motherf**ers is fronting, talking about what they pumping The only thing they be pumping is keeping their engine running n***as is midgets stunting, I wanted get into something If you're getting so much money, why is your n***as suffering? The next one to steal my style and play dumb I'ma start talking with my hands, I ain't hearing nothing I'm thinking 'bout my fam, then I'm thinking: more paper Cause they're the ones that want me to win like storm chasers Lux had a hurricane up in sleeve and I'm still standing Moving y'all should be a breeze A lot of guys join hater.com, alarmed on frequently When they heard I got signed Guess they was mad that it was me Instead of them, which I can understand Cause they ain't want me to be ahead of them So they downplay your sh** on everything I'ma ever end But on the contrare, they should want me to f**ing win Cause if I get in this game and then flop Probably be the last time a better rapper get a shot Think about it! *We would do this rap sh**, it's like if it wasn't for New Orleans There wouldn't have been no Harlem Renaissance with gats You understand what I'm saying? I pay respect where respect is due!*