Be Honest

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) (Al Geno on the track) If I couldn't vent to you, baby, I'd probably vent to drugs You know I'm from the slums, you got a hood nigga in love No, I don't want no love, lately, I'm dealin' with trust If they come and pick you up, would you give a nigga up? Be honest (be honest) If not, then I'll put VVS where your cuffs is (where your cuffs is) I be runnin' to them bucks like I'm Giannis (like I'm Giannis) I just hope you keep it real on the rough end I'm not playin', put VVS on your cuffs Put VVS on your cuffs, flood your shackles with baguettes (baby) You know I'm from the mud, I get that check and make a mess (baby) I'ma fill your commissary, just promise me you won't get big (on me) And I took my time to write this letter to ask you how you been I already know what it is Promise I'll feel your pain, man, I done did Know you wanna be home, but every single plane you take, it gotta land Favorite strategy, got a plan Hope you ain't mad at me, I'm saying Before they capture me Send you every picture in my gallery, I ain't playing Hundred racks on your lawyer, promise to be there for you Baby, if you'll be loyal, I'll forever spoil you All I ever know is you I won't need me a ho or two When you eat it up, love recordin' you, but I just want you to Be honest (be honest) Rollie, it don't ticktock, my watch dance (my watch dance) Babe, if I release you, you ain't out yet (you ain't out yet) Promise to keep my dick in my pants I'm not playin', I'm addicted to your love If I couldn't vent to you, baby, I'd probably vent to drugs You know I'm from the slums, you got a hood nigga in love No, I don't want no love, lately, I'm dealin' with trust If they come and pick you up, would you give a nigga up? Be honest (be honest) If not, then I'll put VVS where your cuffs is (where your cuffs is) I be runnin' to them bucks like I'm Giannis (like I'm Giannis) I just hope you keep it real on the rough end I'm not playin', put VVS on your cuffs Visitation in court day I reminisce in the worst way (worst way) They had me missin' my birthday On the phone, I do foreplay I don't care what these whores say And fuck what my bros say (bros say) Right there with me on stage (stage) We came a long way, yes, sir From catchin' rides, bein' piss poor Now a young nigga checked up (checked up) I'ma go do a show in the city, and I ain't gon' vest up (vest up) Talking 'bout a RICO, no, not me, though Leave my name out that stuff (name out) Cut the fan on Say I love you, never told you why (why) I'm fucked up 'bout you, ain't no surprise I want the world to know you mine (mine) Oh my God (oh my God) Can't even rap when you be on my mind (mind) No disguise (no disguise) I got feelings I can't hold inside (inside) No disguise for 'em (no disguise for 'em) If I couldn't vent to you, baby, I'd probably vent to drugs You know I'm from the slums, you got a hood nigga in love No, I don't want no love, lately, I'm dealin' with trust If they come and pick you up, would you give a nigga up? Be honest (be honest) If not, then I'll put VVS where your cuffs is (where your cuffs is) I be runnin' to them bucks like I'm Giannis (like I'm Giannis) I just hope you keep it real on the rough end I'm not playin', put VVS on your cuffs It ain't nothin' to ice you up Ice on you like hockey puck When we fuck, she like it rough We be doin' all kind of stuff Might Rollie you up Just to tell these bitches that they time is up (time is up, time is up, yeah)