Yeah, what's really good is B .C., Jaheim,
Somebody call the fire department,
I hope you got an extra mic
I'm known to melt a wire or two
You need a fire engineer in here, oh yeah
The booth smoky all red like I just lit a flare
but that spliff up in the air
that marijuana with little red hairs
Left hand, palm on the 9 up
get it clear, the rock in here
I was raised on the street,
Skettle blues, front page news
Kid, you about to make the headline
Wonder why I try, don't hang out
You ain't really real, we can't chill
but I'm still stackin' dollar bills
Well, just my voice will make
Still down to do a bid for my people
Knuckle up, you know what's up
Straight up troubled man,
The truth, from rooftops,
The truth, from sunup to sundown,
Can 't nothing stop the truth
From rooftops, gunshots, don't stop
From my block to sun down
Can't nothin' stop the truth
The truth is what you're waitin' for
From the bricks to the burbs
No contest, we're the best
Straight outta Philly and Jerse
The ghetto's what I'm livin' for
and I got the proof, the proof
Black or the booth, or the
Give your boys the be seen,
Yeah, without the team, stand
Or Prince Nasim, but nah, I be the king
got a couple yards longer
Yeah, I'm a couple firearms stronger
I'm still a 44 shell from hell
My court case is caught up
No bell, oh well, my commissary
from the queer and the rats
Run the track, clear my head,
Top tier single cell in a year I'll be back
The ghetto's what I'm living for
Undisputed, and I got the proof
Oh, the truck or the coupe
Kid, your boy is the truth
What's really good is B .C. and Jaheim
The best of both hoods now clap
B .C. gonna build and holler at your boy