I Tell You Tha Truth
Tha real is back
Real fake at that
You may have cooked crack,
made a couple of stackz
But, a “G” in tha real streetz
Fool you’re not that
Rappin’ don’t make you real,
jus because someone squeeze the trigger,
don’t mean they’ll kill
Loyalty is to die fo’
I recognize you read that
Now Duncan Blocc raised you
Tha truth lies,
you’re a fake image of the Gangsta Mac
Real hood dwellerz in tha city don’t respect that

I Tell You Tha Truth
You rap clownz fabricate so many lies in tha booth
You can shake the light,
but fool you can’t shake tha truth
Now you got DJ Drama shoutin out
Pookie Loc(L.I.P.) name in tha booth
“B” fo’ real
Oh, I forgot you can’t “C” fo’ real
One minute you don’t know tha Loccishmen
Yet, when tha realitytruth
Loyalty is to die fo’ spoke on your fake sins
Now it’s love for my love one again
Your lyrics express you have no love jus loyalty
Loyalty is to die fo’ free versed
Love is tha strength that bondz loyalty
For those that run behind you,
in tha real streetz that’z fake juice
You know what’s up with me,
it’s reputable on minez and real I define
This is not a dis,
jus tha blue blooded truth
I Tell You Tha Truth
You rap clownz fabricate so many lies in tha booth
Sleezy this is tha real Gangsta Mac,
Mu’Cunja Jungle is where gangbang rumbles enact
Tha city helped you climb tha rap scene
Now you’re emulating our Loccish image
Your locness is blemished
Tha Mac Town is hard liquor,
very hard to swallow
Your style is like a woman, who ass wallow
Telling Luc Rugah to transcribe loccishably hardcore,
due to tha Byrd Gang and more knoccin at your door
You didn’t morph from tha gangbang,
so it’s evident you don’t know how to loc-tain
BloodRaw know you fake kick it,
so he moved his plate
Don’t insinuate your fame I hate
This realitypoem was transcribed,
so tha real street “G’z” can relate
If it wasn’t for Pookie Loc (L.I.P.) demise
this realitypoem wouldn’t have your heart skippin a beat
My loccish brotha lost his life,
being loyal to your beef
Yet, you can’t see to it his youngstas forever eat
That’s not real street
Now everytime you get beef
You call on tha Gangsta Mac entourage for your defeat
Even tha DVD you shot in Mu’Cunja Jungle
is not of truth- you’re fake all tha way thru’
Wanting cred from tha real streetz,
as though you actually hanged and banged
Tha truth is you came thru,
but on a scavenger hunt that’s not of truth
It’s morelike you’re the hunted,
now that’s tha thorough truth
Thus, I can care less about your fame,
as a blackman continue doin’ your thang
Likewise,
as a LoccishMen your locness is fake game
I Tell You Tha Truth
You rap clowns fabricate so many lies in tha booth
Sleezy you’re actin’ like a breezy
Jealous of Rick Ross rappin about blowin’ money fast
Are you mad that your rappin time has passed
You should’ve been a good businessman,
and brought out your C.T.E. cohorts
You want all tha shine,
you dared to let your lyrical artist shine
Roccet C’walked
BloodRaw left to successfully incline
Luc Rugah didn’t even get put on tha rap frontline
Sleezy you’re a front,
who like to hold artists back
Even your bodyguard turned his back,
due to you not wanting to pay for your armor of protection
I am no rapper
These are jus realitytruth spokenworded facts
Business is business,
but after taxes where you at
A good businessman knows,
he must invest in his acts
Don’t think I am in your pocket
This is jus some game,
from a businessman with facts
I am on one with mines,
as I financially incline
Financial literacy got me intact
From tha pen to tha streetz
Expect me soon,
tha Loccishmen MR. BIGMANN is back
FO’LOCCISH (Forever Loccish)
I Tell You Tha Truth
You rap clowns fabricate so many lies in tha booth

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