T.r.u.e Lyrics - Manifesto - Inspectah Deck

Ooh, na, na, na, na, no 

I will stay true, we will make 

We will make it through, I know 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

It's like every day bullets over broadway 

Pumping out the hallway 

With small change, this is how we live 

It's pop city, gritty ditty bop 

Got the glock with me 

Shots if you not with me 

This is what we give 

Born by the liquor store 

Used to hit the store for Mr. George 

Where them playas 

And them pimps trick the whores 

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Saw the dope tracks, I sold crack 

Phone taps from Kojak 

The old trap, send the fiend through 

Before your home's jacked 

Chrome clap, shopping through the gate door 

Killas can't escape war 

Get rich or die trying to make more 

Corner store, cop me a four with the egg and cheese 

Hancock and evergreen, stop cop from SMDs 

Young me, used to wheelie the block 

Mountain bike, Nike Dunks, skunk, Phillies and gwap 

I watched the older heads shake those dice, same night 

Watch them, pull out the gauge, when he aced out twice 

I mean, everybody searching for the same thing 

Trying to make a name ring and claim king 

The lifestyle the game bring 

Sick whips, linens and crocks, thick women in flocks 

Or just a cellblock and prisoners pop 

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People change like seasons do 

(People change like the weather) 

You know I always stay true 

(Stay true, say me) 

It's like every day bullets over Broadway 

(Though this life ain't promised to you) 

Pumping out the hallway 

With small change, this is how we live 

It's pop city, gritty ditty bop 

(In the hardest times will make it through) 

Got the glock with me 

Shots if you not with me 

This is what we give 

At 16 I hit the Ave with a brick, smashed with the chicks 

Dipped fast on them dicks, zip bag full of nicks 

I was bad on the strip, deuce, deuce in the booth 

Blue goose with the troops, fruit juice and a loose 

On the roof with the city on watch 

Got that brown bag of chocolate from up top, fifty a pop 

Since the OGs told me how to get me a knot 

Since then it's been impossible to get me to stop 

In the PJ's, where the fiends stay leanin' for days 

And the V's stay gleam, blades gleaming the raise 

Where the G's play, they don't need a reason to blaze 

And the D's stay scheamin' to take me to the cage 

'Cause I'm living it, deep in this life and I'm a love it a lot 

'Cause anytime grim reaper could strike 

Another homicide, it's ironic, son, got it 

Same corner where his father died 

Hard to hear his momma cry, why 

(People change like the weather) 

My people, this is for the struggle 

(You know I always stay true) 

It's not for the ballers, it's for the struggle 

(And though this life ain't promised to you) 

You know I got you, it's not guaranteed 

(Na, na, na, no, iIn the hardest times will make it through) 

We gon' ride though, we gon' live, hold your head