Talkin' The Truth

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