Truth Enola - I Need To Know lyrics

[Verse One] Try to hold us back will be the last thing you did It's gon' be a major problem in the worst kind of way People seem to forget, the problems of the world, until they Scheme and forget your diamonds and your pearls Now a days in the streets there's no code of honor No more men amongst men, no respect for they mama Want chips for fame, whips on dubs Guns, d** and motherf**ers want love See people always seem to want a lot for a little No respect, no manners, loyalty and no principles No cla**, nothing for that a** One man's treasure is the next man's trash Like one man's d**h is the next man's life Life one man's hoe is the next man's wife Still, no cla**, nothing for that a** But one man's treasure is the next man's trash [Hook] I'll live for, I'll die for, my people, my people sh** You need to know n***as need to know Got love, get s**, got war, get crazy Got n***as, got fine a** ladies sh**, you need to know n***as, you need to know [Verse Two] Ayo it k**s me to see good n***as lose freedom Lose a life so young and they ain't really do nothing Snakes in the gra**, snitches in the streets Flowers on the wall, jealousy in [?] It's like a motherf**er played like man made AIDS People k** and get paid, many piss on the grave Smile in your face, screaming "ride or die" n***a changing they face Why they lied on my n***a? n***as in the hood that'll play real tough But they tell everything when they in them handcuffs Smile in your face screaming "ride or die" n***a changing they face Why they lied on my n***a? [Hook] [Verse Three] Having raw s**, drinking liquor smoking cigarettes It ain't funny what people do for the money Lie, cheat, steal in the land, k** or be k**ed Hoes on the tracks selling p**y for the bills Said you don't wanna do it don't do it while you doing it Some pushing you, keeping your soul from soaring It's truth, why you fighting if the battle ain't fair? See the wars want counsel, motherf**er I don't care To this monstrous life sh** will always be a part of me Like when dope fiends pumping sh** in they arteries And as for the ladies, sh** I get 'em all day And I ain't pumping out songs like Fifty or Jay Look [Hook]