On Duty
T.R.U.T.H. Lyrics
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Yeah
Fuck the other side, I don't fuck with 'em
If you fuckin' with the opps, you better duck with 'em
Afficial be the label, bitch, I'm stuck with 'em
Forty have his face like a truck hit him
Bitch, I got a bullet with your name on it
Forty with a beam, put some aim on it
Shot him in his calves like I put LeBron James on it
Bitch, we don't snitch, we don't testify
Smokin' OG got me hella high
He say he want smoke, hope he don't never try
'Cause we gon' pull up on him like we exercise
Gangsters in designer, yeah, we hella fly
Gangsters don't die, bitch, we multiply
RIP my locs, lookin' in the sky
I'ma keep it lit 'til the day I die
Nigga spittin' straight facts
Put that on the gang, motherfucker, I can bang that
And I put that on my A hat
You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets gettin' colder
Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis
Sprayin' shit like it's Call of Duty
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
You know we be strapped with them Uzis
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
I'ma ride for my niggas when it's duty
Big sippin', heavy on purple liquid
Niggas justify tellin', like, "How he told wasn't snitchin'"
Real nigga, me and these rappers is hella different
Pyru, but my lefthand pocket always be crippin'
On a mission, lil' bro drillin' for, yeah I sent him
Top shotta, get the bundles
On Jesus, you headshot him up, gang
I was just broke, playin' with fiddles
Cut my homie off, that nigga was phony
Playin' the middle, you hear me?
Yeeky is here, if it ain't on me, it's near me
Dear Marcus, I know you watchin', I been missin' you dearly
I'm clearly stuck in this shit, if you don't like it, come kill me
Put a P on your head like you play for the Phillies
Trappin' to 50, black Ru clutchin' ten milly
Niggas say what they gon' do but ain't nobody that silly
Ride with four nicky, broke until I got out the city
These politics shitty, real nigga rarer than Nitty, nigga
You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets gettin' colder
Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis
Sprayin' shit like it's Call of Duty
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
You know we be strapped with them Uzis
Call of Duty, Call of Duty
I'ma ride for my niggas when it's duty
The lyrics of T.R.U.T.H.'s song "On Duty" projects the image of a gangster carrying out his duty to protect his hood and his men. The song talks about the gangster's allegiance to his crew, and how he won't tolerate anyone messing with them. He is ready to take up arms and retaliate against anyone who dares to go against them. The lyrics also show a sense of pride in the gangster's affiliation with the Pyru gang and their unspoken code of not snitching or talking to the cops. The song also mentions T.R.U.T.H.'s missing friend, Marcus, who was a part of the Pyru gang, underscoring the harsh reality of life and death around the hood.
The opening lines of the song, "Fuck the other side, I don't fuck with 'em, If you fuckin' with the opps, you better duck with 'em" set the tone for the rest of the song: the gangster will stop at nothing to protect his turf, and he sees anyone who is not with him as an enemy. The lyrics also highlight the brute force of the gangster's actions, exemplified by the lines, "Forty have his face like a truck hit him, Bitch, I got a bullet with your name on it."
Furthermore, the song does not glorify the gangster life; instead, it presents it as a way of life that is violent and dangerous, making clear that the gangster is on duty, always ready to carry out his assignment, even if it means taking someone's life.
Line by Line Meaning
Fuck the other side, I don't fuck with 'em
I don't associate with our enemies
If you fuckin' with the opps, you better duck with 'em
If you associate with our enemies, be prepared for consequences
Afficial be the label, bitch, I'm stuck with 'em
I'm loyal to Afficial, the label I represent
Forty have his face like a truck hit him
I shot someone with a forty caliber gun, leaving their face severely damaged
Bitch, I got a bullet with your name on it
I have a specific target and I won't hesitate to take them out
Every car rollin' through the hood, bang on it
We assert our dominance by shooting at any car that enters our territory
Forty with a beam, put some aim on it
I attach a laser sight to my weapon for accurate shots
Shot him in his calves like I put LeBron James on it
I shot someone in their legs, just like LeBron James' signature move
Bitch, we don't snitch, we don't testify
We avoid confession or revealing information to law enforcement
Smokin' OG got me hella high
I'm heavily intoxicated from smoking marijuana
He say he want smoke, hope he don't never try
Someone threatened us, but we hope he doesn't act on it
'Cause we gon' pull up on him like we exercise
We will confront and retaliate against this threat
Gangsters in designer, yeah, we hella fly
We dress fashionably even while we commit crimes
Gangsters don't die, bitch, we multiply
We may face danger, but we continue to grow in numbers and power
RIP my locs, lookin' in the sky
I mourn for my deceased comrades while looking at the sky
I'ma keep it lit 'til the day I die
I will continue living this lifestyle until my death
Put that on the gang, motherfucker, I can bang that
I swear on my gang, I can defend against any threat
You know I ride with them blowers, my hood raised a soldier
I carry firearms and grew up being trained to fight for my neighborhood
Gotta keep a heat 'cause these streets gettin' colder
I must carry a gun for protection due to increasing danger in the streets
Ooh, we be strapped with them Glocks and the Uzis
I own and carry Glock and Uzi handguns
Sprayin' shit like it's Call of Duty
I shoot recklessly like it's a video game
I'ma ride for my niggas when it's duty
I will do whatever it takes to support and defend my gang
Niggas justify tellin', like, "How he told wasn't snitchin'
Some people rationalize confessions as not being snitching
Real nigga, me and these rappers is hella different
I am a true gang member, not just pretending like some rappers
Pyru, but my left-hand pocket always be crippin'
I am a member of the Bloods gang, but my left pocket is reserved for Crip colors
On a mission, lil' bro drillin' for, yeah I sent him
I sent my younger associate on a dangerous mission or task
Top shotta, get the bundles
I am a top shooter, who is known for making big profits
On Jesus, you headshot him up, gang
I swear on my religious beliefs to shoot someone in the head
I was just broke, playin' with fiddles
I was poor and didn't have much going for me
Cut my homie off, that nigga was phony
I ended my friendship with someone who was disloyal and fake
Playin' the middle, you hear me?
They were trying to remain neutral in a gang conflict
Yeeky is here, if it ain't on me, it's near me
I am always near my gun or have it on me
Dear Marcus, I know you watchin', I been missin' you dearly
I address my deceased comrade and express how much I miss them
I'm clearly stuck in this shit, if you don't like it, come kill me
I am fully committed to this lifestyle and willing to die for it
Put a P on your head like you play for the Phillies
I will put a target on someone's head, like marking them for death
Trappin' to 50, black Ru clutchin' ten milly
I am making money from illegal activities and have a large amount of cash and firearms
Niggas say what they gon' do but ain't nobody that silly
People talk tough, but don't actually take any action
Ride with four nicky, broke until I got out the city
I ride with four other people and was poor until I left my hometown
These politics shitty, real nigga rarer than Nitty, nigga
I don't like the politics in the gang world and true gangsters are hard to find
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alex Pham
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
B1GB-Brian Palmer
Seen DA T.R.U.T.H. bring this banger to St. Petersburg, FL.... Wow!!! What empowerment! Makes you wanna slay dragons. Thanks DA T.R.U.T.H.
Marquis Mason
This beat is so SICK! Thankful to God for those willing to express His Word through Rap!
leonard brown
The G.O.A.T.🐐🐐🐐
bobMcCob
I'm surprised this doesn't have the most views on his album.