You lie so much that when you tell the truth
No one believes the shit you speakin'
Exaggerated tales start leakin'
The same line you've been usin'
Dirty snakes spittin' out
Hoes frontin' like they virgin
vinegar vans got that ass right
How bout these lyin' ass politicians?
Not a whitewater scowler,
got a couple of Clintons to
I'm huggin' my main squeeze,
See I be that same nigga,
fuck the fame from around your waist
Ex change game and get richer,
we off the dough for the dough
Now what's the 4 -11 in the streets
Still plotting, player aching and E's
dropping G's stopping, listen,
I'm pimped out on the mission
It's suave when we clickin'
a hundred times in the chest
How many necks you say you cracked
or is all that just a act?
Hoe as s, trying to show your ass
Like a nigga can't see through
that shit you claim to be
Friend or foe, let these niggas know
that A -Ball don't trust ya
Hot folk feels that high speed's enough
Feeding fabrications across the nation
And wonder why they shoot
up small towns like young guns
Stop used to, stop woulda,
stop shoulda, stop coulda,
stop baby start tellin' the truth,
stop lyin', baby start tellin'
be grippin' on my nuts so tight,
ridin' mo' dick than a pro bitch
Cappin', a minute ago you just
now you're on the phone tellin' some ho
Nigga, I don't give a fuck
about your fake tails, cake sales,
or about the hoes you say you serve well.
And these bitches far worse than
on how to take a good nigga cream
Think because I don't talk a lot
try to realize I'm hip to all that schlick shit
Tellin' me your dividends is low
Cryin', ho, stop that lyin',
None of the shit you pop,
now I'm droppin' your ass like it's hot
You of Records for lyin',
On all the jazz that you spit,
you make up stuff real quick
You make your folks feel sick,
you can't be trusted at all
If you got inches for a lie,
you would be ten feet tall
You need to sew up your mouth,
think about what you speak
Expressing lies bout the same
you told me some shit, I'm still waiting
On the conclusion to the message
I can see through your skin,
look deep into your heart
And let me know that you was phony
Constantly counting my pockets,
trying to scheme up a plan
To find a way to get my hard
I know you niggas debating on whether
But the worst thing of all
And then expect somebody else
to try to give you some help
Stop lyin' start tellin' the truth
Stop lyin' start tellin' the truth
Stop lyin' to start tellin' the truth
laid off in the cut under lo cust
Fuck, just seen this young nigga
get smoked for some hundred spokes
I guess he should've peeped it
I'll get you high by this weekend
Seekin' to kill and destroy your decoy
Affiliated my name with this game
cause they put strain on the street boy
I just wanna live righteous
and buy just about whatever
an d never ending haters,
perpetrators and niggas with stress
Will I rest or will I continue to
I heard the world was a ghetto,
so I'm clutching my baby girl
With my pistol underneath my pillow
Here we go again, I'm all in
It's Mr. MJG, A -Ball, and we ballin'
seek some gain, peep game
The truth will set you free, man
