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(feat. Christ Castro) [Intro] [Gunshot] 'Queensbridge and we don't play' .. 'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life' 'Queensbridge and we don't play' 'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all' 'Queensbridge and we don't play' .. 'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life' 'Queensbridge and we don't play' 'My, my poetry's deep' [Chorus x2] We are the Truth We need no proof Blowin' shots off roof [Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all) [Verse 1: Christ Castro] Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos Fuck sitting on my ass like you couch potatos While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings Beat a nigga down, fuck if them cops is lookin! SongtextePut that heater down son, cuz if you had to pop you wouldn't You would show up every shortcake topped with pudding Soft ass nigga, sweet ass nigga I'ma torch that nigga, peep that nigga R.I.P. that nigga, ???? See, I'm that nigga, my four fingers on that trigger Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns 'fore they find your lungs on your doormat nigga Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out Blood drip when the force come out Slugs rip thru a nigga face blowin large portion out Talkin bout, you mu'fuckers swear you live, through homicide come and talk you out Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away? Now your ass gettin' carried away [Chorus x2] We are the Truth We need no proof Blowin' shots off roof [Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all) [Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi] Truth is truth, real is real, love is love Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood We can go shot for shot, slug for slug Hit you up, body bags zip you up I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G I cock back, and pop them thangs You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God Glocks'll bang Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug shit? But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone 41st Side, Q.B Bringin it home, homie we got that Don't ever try to stop my grind, cuz in the meantime in between tyin my nine Steady long, steady strong when you fuckin' with mine And I'ma ?eep? regardless to the charges I'm a G Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna fuck with the God [Chorus x2] We are the Truth We need no proof Blowin' shots off roof [Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all) [Outro] 'Queensbridge and we don't play' .. 'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life' 'Queensbridge and we don't play' 'My, my poetry's deep' 'Queensbridge and we don't play' .. 'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life' 'Queensbridge and we don't play' 'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all' [Gunshot] Aus Songtexte Mania