Tekster: $cumbag. Other. Give You The Facts.

Hook:

Give You The Facts
I Can see them haters is mad
Cause I get fame
I don't want to brag I'm taking it back
Just don't stand in my way
Coming with a rag as quick as a snap
I'm trying to get up in the game

Verse 1:

You bitch, get the fuck back I'ma slap you
Knock you, go and pray to Matthew
Clap you, get a cleaver chop you
Stuff you in a plastic bag, wrap you
Get the back bones and I'm done with a scar
And I've always wanted to keep your lung in a jar
Every last piece in the trunk of a car
Get rid of the body, dump in the far
What do you want to know about beefing
Go and buy my motherfucking album, listen
It ain't phixion, best know we're ripping
Get a motherfucking gun, you're a victim
George De Maggio, at a Boston avenue
I don't want to front, I'm stabbing you
Using a ruger, clapping you
Make sure your family gets the tragic news

Hook:

Give You The Facts
I Can see them haters is mad
Cause I get fame
I don't want to brag I'm taking it back
Just don't stand in my way
Coming with a rag as quick as a snap
I'm trying to get up in the game

Verse 2:

You're far from ready you don't want to do this
Fuck your clique live life to the fullest
Fighting with bullets, I'm not loosing my music
Tell me what I have to do, Know I'ma do it
You come and go like a diper, I don't like you
Pay a visit to the motherfucking piper
Pop you with a sniper, while you're driving your viper
Using force like Al-Kaida
Undefeatable like an ace of spades
You're a hater - get laced with aids
I'm a fighter re-arrange your face
Never major, I can blame my race
Oh you disagree, I think I know better
It's a new law, new star, new erah
I'm all heavy and you're as light as a feather
You get my respect - never

Hook:

Give You The Facts
I Can see them haters is mad
Cause I get fame
I don't want to brag I'm taking it back
Just don't stand in my way
Coming with a rag as quick as a snap
I'm trying to get up in the game

Verse 3:

Trying to get big in the game, and I'm flipping the reign
And I'm sniffing the caine, and it gets in my vein
And the shit is insane, but I'm stiff with my claim
I'll be drifting with fame and you know I'm gripping the grain
When I'm switching the lane, using clips when I aim
You'll be missing your brain, Gotta stick to my name
Didn't slip when I came, never give what I gain
And I'm leaving you slain


(Thanks to GGG for these lyrics)