Wise Guys - True Lies

〈HOOK〉
Po-Po tryna rest my development, but that's irrelevant
My world spins on dead presidents
Fuck being hesitant - that's senseless
My lifestyle's relentless, treading on thin ice and nothin' nice
Plappin' pens playin' for wins
Jakes tryna run me in for word from they snitch friends
Slidin' me marked bills, snappin' photos of my grill
When we livin' true lies

〈VERSE 1〉
So many mental problems and can nobody solve 'em
That's ominous time to let the shells doosh, I revolvе 'em
First they ship from one of thosе Wiseguys
There's been many times I done seen my life before my eyes
So don't cross me, nigga, that's tragic
Fo' fuckin' with these real niggas with automatics
For years by the Jakes we been hated, murders done clean, premeditated
No face, no name, so who's the subject to be blamed?
Closed case, no leads, we's homicide lookin' for me on my block
For some bitch ass nigga who done got shot
'Ain't no turning back, when I cock back, 'imma squeeze
So say "Cheese, Wiseguys" (who lives who dies)

〈VERSE 2〉
Trouble seems to follow, my points are hollow
Wigs being blown out like Rollo, nobody's promised tomorrow
These corrupted individuals blamin' myself, too
So much pain we go through
War constant, livin' the life of Charles Bronson
The streets of Boston where triggers do with the talkin'
So many domes pierced, burners 'er skiers
Wigs droppin' like flies, we've all been triggatized
Livin' the life of war warriors, teams are formed
One day you're here, tomorrow you're gone
Undead ones shorty's catch bodies for fun
Fascinated by flashy cars, chicks, and big guns
We under siege, put into position to squeeze
For fame, for greeds, for needs of territory e'largements
Lives costless, dealin' with triggaz and profits
And shiesty ones scopin' out my pocket
It cause havoc 'round my way
We form teams like L-E-N-S bringin' the ruckus
Not stop, settle for nothin' less than the individual or critical
Get up on you and lace you befo' the Jakes find you
Must I remind you, OBC, da O-N-E, the G-A-N-G, the Belnel killa
Prophesize drug dealaz, 25 with killaz
We on the rise with Wiseguys, amongst the warrior true lies
〈HOOK〉
Po-Po tryna rest my development, but that's irrelevant
My world spins on dead presidents
Fuck being hesitant - that's senseless
My lifestyle's relentless, treading on thin ice and nothin' nice
Plappin' pens, playin' for wins
Jakes tryna run me in for word from they snitch friends
Slidin' me marked bills, snappin' photos of my grill (niggas get peeled)
When we livin' true lies

Die Wise Guys (engl. für „Schlaumeier“) waren eine deutsche Musikgruppe, die Anfang der 1990er aus einer Kölner Schulband hervorging. Die Gruppe sang meist a cappella und bezeichnete ihren Musikstil als „Vokal-Pop“. Ihren deutschlandweiten Durchbruch und ihre internationale Anerkanntheit erreichten sie mit ihrem Song „Jetzt ist Sommer“ aus dem Jahre 2001. Die Gruppe löste sich im Juli 2017 auf. ~ (Chartsurfer)