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    [Intro]
    [Gunshot]
    'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
    'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
    'Queensbridge and we don't play'
    'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
    'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
    'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
    'Queensbridge and we don't play'
    'My, my poetry's deep'

    [Chorus x2]
    We are the Truth
    We need no proof
    Blowin' shots off roof
    [Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)

    [Verse 1: Christ Castro]
    Yo, the name's Castro, I'm out for pesos
    Fuck sitting on my ass like you couch potatos
    While you watch wrestlin', smellin what the rock is cookin
    I'm in the crackhouse and rock is cookin
    Been, locked in macks, with lots of bookings
    Beat a nigga down, fuck if them cops is lookin!
    Put that heater down son, cuz if you had to pop you wouldn't
    You would show up every shortcake topped with pudding
    Soft ass nigga, sweet ass nigga
    I'ma torch that nigga, peep that nigga
    R.I.P. that nigga, ????
    See, I'm that nigga, my four fingers on that trigger
    Beef me, you better pawn that vigor and buy some guns
    'fore they find your lungs on your doormat nigga
    Cuz I pack price that'll flush all your organs out
    Make yo fam cut the price in your coffin out
    Blood drip when the force come out
    Slugs rip thru a nigga face blowin large portion out
    Talkin bout, you mu'fuckers swear you live, through homicide
    come and talk you out
    Now you see what you get when your ass get carried away?
    Now your ass gettin' carried away

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    [Chorus x2]
    We are the Truth
    We need no proof
    Blowin' shots off roof
    [Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)

    [Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
    Truth is truth, real is real, love is love
    Kastro, Khadafi, Blood is Blood
    We can go shot for shot, slug for slug
    Hit you up, body bags zip you up
    I am truly amazing, you cowards ain't phasing me
    Mahdi, 2-5, the O-G
    I cock back, and pop them thangs
    You runnin off octane, you dont wanna lock with the God
    Glocks'll bang
    Overall, feelin my aura, feelin my style, who you think started this thug shit?
    But meanwhile, ask Noreag and 'pone, who kept em in the zone
    41st Side, Q.B
    Bringin it home, homie we got that
    Don't ever try to stop my grind, cuz in the meantime in between tyin my nine
    Steady long, steady strong when you fuckin' with mine
    And I'ma ?eep? regardless to the charges I'm a G
    Discreetly, holdin my heat, 22's on my feet
    Ask Havoc ask Nas, from Q.B. to South Prob y'all wanna fuck with the God

    [Chorus x2]
    We are the Truth
    We need no proof
    Blowin' shots off roof
    [Castro:] (Touch y'all, please don't make us buck y'all)

    [Outro]
    'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
    'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
    'Queensbridge and we don't play'
    'My, my poetry's deep'
    'Queensbridge and we don't play' ..
    'For every rhyme I write, it's 2-5 to life'
    'Queensbridge and we don't play'
    'Tragedy's the name, figured I'd just remind y'all'
    [Gunshot]

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