Bo -re -do -re -ma -mo -i
Face the truth!
You ain't got a dime, right?
Face the truth!
You ain't in the limelight!
Face the truth!
You're bitter and you're lonely
Face the truth!
Killer
Face the truth!
Like Method Man said,
What the blood clot?
I shit you not, this beat is burnin' hot
Word to the mucus in my snot box
I spit hot rocks that make you wanna beatbox
I wanna get with them women with them tan -tans
High yellow like them taxi cab vans
Hop in the whip and cruise with more crews
Who carry them AKs like S1Ws
I know it's trouble -use that I trample fools
And pull out them tools that make Marines drool
Yo, hold up, let me see, I'm about to add it up
Oh, it can't go no more than 8 digits?
What the fuck?
Guess we're stuck like pissin' in a ladies' cup
Look here, cupcake, you best go back it up
Peep the customized lyrics and check the time
Even exhibit me like Kraft picked my rhyme
Face the truth!
You ain't got a dime, right?
Face the truth!
You ain't in the limelight
Face the truth!
You're bitter and you're lonely
Face the truth!
Killer
Face the truth!
Face the truth!
You ain't got a dime, right?
Face the truth!
You ain't in the limelight
Face the truth!
You're bitter and you're lonely
Face the truth!
Killer
Face the truth!
You ain't in the limelight, no bings with no ends
A lot of phone calls and fake friends Sixteen -rented cars from cribs
That's not where you live, but the public thinks so
You all cash with a publicity -printed bankroll Magazine type of your escrow
Italy design makes you look presto The same video, girls rubbin' on you, countin'
dough After the photo session, you return your sport
jacket to Echo Go home to the Oakwood
Record company rent you an apartment Girls and guys, y 'all look sleepy and tired
Why don't you hop into bed, though?
Till your royalties come And keep your loyalties bummed
Face that contract you signed
Face the truth, you're bitter and you're lonely
Face the truth, killer, face the truth Riddle me this, your mother and your little
sis Really don't need the humiliation, do they?
You get blown out the sky, hell may they You're sweeter than Coca -Cola and hard candy
Press play so you can hear what me and Keith say
Pass the roach spray, I put your tentacles on display
Your girl spoils us, that's what we teach her She bought us nextels, the walkie -talkie feature
They got you gassed up hot like charcoal Selling your CD -9 .99 with the barcode
But your real life remains untold What you gonna do when those people get fired?
Steve broke out with Lawful Tuck your head, yo, head for the road
Black records come in a box, I've seen them in the warehouse
Spray -painting them gold
Face the truth, you ain't got a dime, right? Face the truth, you ain't in the limelight
Face the truth, you're bitter and you're lonely
Face the truth, you ain't got a dime, right? Face the truth, you ain't in the limelight
Face the truth, you're bitter and you're lonely
