Текст песни Give You That Truth

Verse 1:

You probably wanna hear me spit bout cash

Bout my chicks and the clips I'ma whip out fast

Bout my whips, what I sip in a crystal glass

You love this which makes the crucifix sounds bad

But I don't trip, I let my light shine inside

I work for Him everyday like a nine to five

I'm gon ride wit Christ, man to crime I died

And for Him I get busy like my line was tied

You probably wanna hear drugs and thugs

Fun with bub and ya boy looking for love in clubs

But nope! I already found some love above

And we don't have to get smashed cause the Son was crushed

You just might wanna hear about some major dough

If that's the case move on, I preach the Savior bro

I don't flow to boast of toting heat and pistols

But to reach you and lead you to read epistles

Hook:

You might them folks that spit bout smoke and the clip they tote

But we gon give you that truth

Even though some bored when we talk about the Lord, we some soldiers at war

We gon give you that truth

You might want that cute tees and Timbaland boots 22's and coupes

But we gon give you that truth

We ain't talking bout change we liftin up His name, to die is gain

We gon give you that truth

Verse 2:

How do you like your hip hop music?

Some like it holy, some like it polluted

Some like a clique like the 116Trip Lee - Give You That Truth - http://ru.motolyrics.com/trip-lee/give-you-that-truth-lyrics.html

That'll spit even if they don't make one cent

I refuse to lie like most of these cats

That do influence lives when they boast in they raps

And make dudes choose lives where they toting the gats

But Jehovah's where my hopes in I focus on that

No sir, we don't rhyme bout guns and knives

We look to Christ so we got the Son in our eyes

So we can't but spit bout Christ

Most hearts are cold that's probably why they spit bout ice

This our life, submitting to the Spirit inside us

We like some urban Spurgeons and lyrical Pipers

We ain't got no songs spitting game to no girls

But we preach da truth "Welcome to our world"

Hook

Verse 3:

They like, "Where the guns at dawg, where the weed at?"

We like, "Kill that homeboy, we don't need that"

Forget about the dough, 44's, and gats

We been saved by the blood we gon boast in that

And point folks to the Father, I hope they hear me flow

And He brings them out of the grave like the thriller video

Really bro I hope He uses the truth I spit

And I don't care if I don't never get a Billboard hit

We know the world might boo our tracks

And would rather us pack it up and move on back

But until I die, for Christ, yeah ya dude gon rap

And glorify Him with my life, spit truth on tracks

I bring Christ to blocks, I spit Christ in spots

But girls I don't wanna see you drop it like it's hot