The Truth The X-Ecutioners (Ft. Aasim & Fat Joe)

[Intro: Aasim & Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, uh, let's go
More money, more murder
It's Cook Coke
Aasim, what's up, nigga? Uh
X-Ecutioner style, uh
Ah man
X-Ecutioners, baby
More money, more murder, baby
Biatch, what

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Uh, they say the truth shall set you free, I think not
'Cause niggas be ignorin' the Squad like we ain't hot
Like we ain't got the Bronx on lock
And like Pun wasn't as nice as Biggie and Pac (What the fuck, what?)
Shame on this game for makin' false promises
Niggas yell, "They ready for war," more like hostages
Trapped in they homes, only without policе protection
But a beef on beast like thеy squeezin' weapons
We be the truth, bear witness to that
Niggas say they sittin' on money, we sittin' on gats
Niggas wanna get cute, start shittin' on crack
I could give you few hits but you gon' visit a MAC
And it won't be nothin' happy about it
A bunch of grown men screamin' and cryin', holdin' on to they spouses
And I ain't wanna leave his face in the pavement
But I gave him ample enough time to retract them statements