Talkin’ The Truth

Hey!

(Chorus 2)
We're gonna tell you what them drugs can do
They'll fuck your life in a minute or two
If you keep it up, you'll be finishing through
Opie, Ras, and Paulie always talkin' the truth
Paulie:
Me see 'em on the street
Boy, what a shame
You all cracked up
Man, you lost all your game
3 weeks in a row
You'll be wearing the same clothes
Stink so bad
The smell be wrinklin' up me nose
Man, what at one
Drugs on your mark
Revert all your sold
All the furniture you had
Down at the pawn shop
Scream in a scroungin'
Ingest the tweak
And your heart starts pounding
Crap head, boy
Them a smoke of a mountain
Opie:
Night is the time when you should be asleep
No walking around and tweaking on the street
You look down town, you know what I mean
You see them strange people and them take speed
We no pirate, we no bad man
A one thing I know, the tweak will make you sad
Stick with your actions and you'll end up in rehab

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Paulie:
Yo, them of always heard
Them a smoke tweak
Them fast a deal
Them a make a profit
Me stick to me Guinness and me stick to me spliff
Cause me no wanna end up like a zombie on the street
Me see it everyday
In it I my face
A whole generation
Lost out without a trace
Caught on the plastic
Boy, what a waste
Oh, mass a God, a petty in all them fiez

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Paulie:
Them collect bottles
Them collect charms
Some will sell anything
And get in on the pants
Them a leave daddy
No laugh in a funny
Could've been a sittin'
On your daddy or your mommy
We speak of Philly hood
Tell them the truth
Fuck with the speed
And the devil does a dead
Ras-1:
Lips on the pipe
Up all night
Starin' at an engine'
With a flashlight
Then I start to take apart my VCR
20 projects goin' cause I'm tweakin' so hard
Pullin' out my hair, pickin' out my skin
Lose a couple teeth, but I'm not trippin'
Just when I thought I was head of the game
Wake in a rehab with Rick James
Didn't even see that I was slippin'
2 years in another backyard wrenchin'
Next thing I know I'm on heroin
I woulda been better off just smokin'
Ras-1: Choona
Opie: Hona, still stick to the weed man
Ras-1: I ain't trippin', Opie. Got some weed, Paulie?
Paulie: Brooklyn's best kid!

(Chorus 2)
And you know that, man
Guinness and the ganja
That kyamboron...