[Master P]
Sometimes i feel like we all losin
We probly was born losas ya know what im sayin?
They tell us to make a change and all
we make a change try to do the right thing
and they still treat us like criminals
And they'll treat us like...
like we dont mean nothin to society
you know.... like....like if you black you just be
[chorus]
They say your never gonna change
think that your gonna stay the same
your beein the one that they blame
Lord, how can i explain
knockin you from ?????
and please for me lord make them stop
and try to help them out the game
cause lord i cant feel this pain
[DIG]
I think its time for a change
it seems that im stuck in this game
this cold hearted world got a nigga feelin the pain
i cant explain how i live my life
i keep my mind on six figures
and try to keep it tight
im stressin in the ghetto
and i dont know
should i hold on.. or let go?
but its damn sure like
grabbin a blunt, sayin lets blow
nigga you know wassup
man i gotta be real
cause in this muthafuckin place niggas gotta have skill
my episeris keep my mind on top of the night
im seen spys, so im no longer father figure tonight
everytime i look up, somebody die
im wonderin why
is it because they live they life as a ????
wont you change my... ghetto ways
cause im tired of livin in the last days
but always on my knees as i pray
screamin from the top of my voice
'Lord Save Me'
[chorus]
[Mac]
Look in my eyes, and tell me you see a bright future
Since its a angle of a stranga it might suit ya
theres so many words
i wish that i could change the way the way we was raised
we were [???????] and got enough nerve to hate gays
maybe i neva undastud life for whats its worth
i never liked church
but i hit the streets and sold my dirt
but im not a heeden
cause i know what i believe in
would i fall short of glory
for some fucked up weed n'
this open up the question
yo were those ur wordz
or was it somethin man made up to calm my nerves
well if i didnt walk fo eva
tell me where will i go
we all [????] i just wanted ta know
(ya heard me)
[chorus]
[MasterP]
it aint no justice, aint no peace
see mama gotta eat
Panmdrap to da police in my ?????? st.
i was born a hustler, probly gone die a thug
grew up in the projects, seein my people on drugs
society throwin slang tellin me we all equal
But fuck da world, nobody gone help ma people
and they... label'd me crazy since i dropped out of college
but u cant live in the ghetto, wit only book knowledge
a bunch'a broken homes
a bunch'a crack babies
black on black crime
damn this shit is drivin me crazy
i cant sleep at night
i went about the game
and if i dont make it, atleast i tried to change
They say your never gonna change
think that your gonna stay the same
your beein the one that they blame
Lord, how can i explain
knockin you from ?????
and please for me lord make them stop
and try to help them out the game
I swore (ya heard)
that I'd never rap about another nigga on a record
(that's what stayin tru 2 da game is all about)
that I'd never borrow from another nigga, aha
and I'd never work for the white man (never)
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU nigga
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
got more game than the average
on the street I'm a savage
trying to flip this motherfuckin cornbread into cabbage
ain't got no time for no motherfuckin bustas
my old lady want clustas
I'm out here with hustlas
flippin change into dollas
got the money and the power
got fiends walking up, beepin me
every motherfucking hour
but this Gotti, going through change
got me sittin, thinking to myself
I'm in this game and I'm twisted
I'm having psycho thoughts
peelin my motherfucking neck apart
but that'd be some hoe shit
I get down for my skrilla
cause I'm a killa
and if I kill my ownself
? hoe nigga
real about my paper
tryin to slip some vapor
get some skrilla
but these niggas wanta undertake you
undercut you with these fiends
try to serve your cream
and when you ain't lookin
try to hit you with that laser beam
some nigga you was tru to
punk motherfucker try to get me, he'll get you
suckas don't live on these streets
I'm from the ghetto
grew up on eggs and luncheon meat
and not niggas tellin me fuck the hogs
when your best friend play you like a fucking dog
but I don't trust nobody but my tru niggas
I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas
Silkk, C-Murder, and Master P
If it ain't blood nigga, it might be your enemy
cause we try to teach niggas to be real
but that's the same niggas that'll get you with that steal
I mean I taught ya'll niggas that never in the game
what ya'll done missin
my ghetto heroes is dead and gone and well missin
plus suckas, hatas, imitators, want be
motherfucking regulators
but ya'll cowards
end a nigga, kill a nigga when he ain't lookin
and nigga shoot a motherfucker when he ain't watchin
now who stoppin ya'll suckas
I swore to be a man, killa
but ya'll niggas just don't understand
that the ghetto is so wicked
these hoes wanta kick it
but these bitches addicted to money and paper
lay you on the stretcher, like a bitch
then rape ya
Bill Clinton be the president
but bitch I never voted
I'm out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent
ya'll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game)
making money, staying true, and still in it
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
they call us killas and drug dealers
what the fuck do they know
want us to jump when they say jump
just cause they done said so
fuck that, I keep my hand on my chrome gat
and if its on, let it be on
if it's on, let it be on black
cause see my whole world is evolved around rounding up
a fucking tight hoe
I'm like a time bomb
I be cool one second, but you'll never know when I might explode
shit, how you gonna look through my ???? with no gun
only thing I have in this world are my balls and word
and I'ma brake those for no one
niggas want me to fail, some niggas want me to fall
it's like me against the world
my back up against the wall
when money come, that's precisely, it's all coming
see they don't respect the company cuase it's black
if it was owned by peeps that was white, everybody be runnin
see in order to survive, I stick to ghetto tactics
I keep my ?, get tighter than rush hour traffic
see ? wanna know what make Silkk's
mind tick, my mind click, at the sight of blood (why's that)
cause ain't no love up in this bitch
see niggas be trippin, I cooks my rocks
but ya'll be on the outside lookin in
that's why we killas
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
I beez a TRU nigga till I'm dead
if I die, bury me
but bitch I'm a four-five, I mean my 9
I'm on a ? to killing and drug dealing
I'm under surveilance, they tapped my phone
but they ain't feelin me
cause if them fedz only knew
they'd probably to jail
and lock me up with no bail
this murderistick click that I hang with
is sick and ready to hop into some gangsta shit
who we be, we be some tru niggas
with TRU across our stomach and countin legal drug money
nationwide, but runnin this underground
with KL, Mo B, Craig B, Beats by the Pound
fuck with one, you fuck with us all
you get kidnapped if you a ?
leave your blood up on the wall
No Limit be sick
sick like the movie
from New Orleans to California
bring you bitch and sure I'm on her
my record sales increase every week
so fuck the police that keep stoppin me, jealous
some say we dealers, some say we killers
they didn't ask one thing
we be some TRU niggaz
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
some say we dealers, they call us killas
who we be
TRU niggaz
representin from New Orleans to Richmond, California
to the midwest to the world nigga
[Master P]
I got five on the trizzay, today is a gizzay
Jumped in my Chev on the way to the dizzay
And I'm a ring ding dong like Dre
But I'm strapped with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers O P D
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear today cause I never been a role model
I'm out for the dough taz on my back
Shake the po po's, never did time for crack
This young playa, I don't play
Got more bitches then oil of olay
But I'm smooth like gladness, hustlin is a habit
Spinach for Popeye, fool I like cabbage
[Big Ed]
[Chorus]
Can tell by you walk and the way that you talk
Youz a TRU playa [x2]
[Silkk]
It be the, it be the, it be the S-I-L to the K
The nigga that you love to hate, but these hoes, yep, they love to date
Mom trippin goin have to get yours
Stumblin and fallin as I tip toe
Now watch me jump and pimpin this system for what it's worth
I got so many ways but like first thing's first
Now let's see if you can catch this
Bouncin, leanin, smashing the Lexus
I'll be a playa and you know I'm TRU
I got them G's on my side and you know how us G's do
Another day, another dollar
I'm not a scholar cause I didn't graduate
Share my school I get a paycheck
You know I'm always flossin
Can't be keepin them niggas up on they toes, pimpin these hoes
I'm better off in, in the car that's what they told me
I'm a soldier, down with this No Limit click like I told ya
[Big Ed]
[Chorus x2]
[King George]
The money comes slow, the money go fast
Playas like TRU stash cash in the garbage bag
Every day, all day, time to roll bread
C.O.B. on the spot, how we get paid
AK's fully strapped in the backpack
King George, like the mack in the white Lac
Bumper jack intact, time to step back
Guinea pigs in the crowd get thier head cracked
[Mr. Serv-On]
Here I come again on the straight coming
The S to the S to the E to the E to the R to the R to the V to the O to
the N
It's all about his dividends
And I ain't hesitant
In 95 I changed my residence to make bigger presidents
Never been a kid like Jason
On and off the court I'm pimpin them hoes like Gary Payton
Eyes red like Satan
High from that dank
Straight from the city to give two nuts about a body on stank
So nick nack paddywhack, P pass a sack or pass a dack game
Trippin off a nickel sack of weed
Been pushin hella weed since I jumped out my daddys nut seed
So aint no use in failing green like Sam Sneed
So when you see me you might as well count your stack
Respect what I jack and let me show you what you lack
And treat you how a real playa supposed to act
Cause I'm a real TRU playa
[Big Ed]
[Chorus x2]
[Big Ed]
See I'm a G to be a playa, a playa to be a G
It's the B to the I
[Silkk]
And what you be?
[Big Ed]
I be a G
[Silkk]
And what do people call you?
[Big Ed]
Some people call me E
[Silkk]
And what you used to slang?
[Big Ed]
I used to slang that D
See I add flavor to this cut like jalapeno bro
See I'm hotter then tobasco hoe, flowin fast or slow
Cause yall be roll up through them cuts
Runnin or rust, got that glock cocked ready to pop
Let off seventeen hundred shots
Uh, so either kill me pull the plug nigga
Cause I'm that nigga, the real nigga, sittin behind that trigger
Cause TRU be them TRU playaz
So Big Ed puts it down and keeps dumpin on them playa haters
[Master P Talking]
Yo Silkk and C-Murder just remember as brothers blood is thicker than water
and can't no man women or object infiltrate this family
[When my TRU Homies call me I'll be there
When my TRU Homies need me I'll be there]
[C-MURDER]
Damn it feels good to be TRU, thats why
I gotta represent the tattoo
We roll deep when we creep in the streets
And stay strapped just like the police
No Limit or should I say the army
I feel like can't a damn thing harm me
You don't want to go to war with a soldier
Cuz TRU villains throw nothing but boulders
My click assist of hard hitters
A bunch of use to be thug villains
And nobody don't mess with nam' one of us
Cuz we make alot of bustas run from us.
Ain't no such thing as a fist fight
You getting jumped, so you better have your mind right
Give me a call, when it's time to bang up
And I'm there, before the phone hang up
Hook
[When my TRU homies call me, I'll be there
When my TRU homies need me, I'll be there
When my TRU Homies call me, I'll be there
I'll be around]
[MASTER P]
I knew one day, my time was coming
But my whole world changed when I put TRU on my stomach
And nigga TRU stand for keeping it real
And thats why we ride for our homies when our people are killed
I love my momma and my daddy for planting my seed
But me and my homies reminisce over Hennesy and weed
And all my loved ones lost trying to hustle and bang
I make RIP songs just remember your name
And now Kevin you a legend
Even though It send chills up my body, see TRU up in heaven
No Limit is my life I love my job
Thats why I roll with TRU homies like Jimmy and Boz
And TRU is the tank
And me and Silkk and C-Murder we the links(lanks)
I love my brothers over bitches and some bank
And when if need me, I'm there for ya blanc
[INTERLUDE]
[HOOK]
[Silkk the Shocker]
[So I'm there when y'all need me. Anytime, now look ..]
For my TRU soldiers, I put nothing in front of y'all
If something jump off, I'm jumping in front of y'all
Ya' know what, they bet not touch none of y'all
Cuz everybody gotta go, even if they touch just one of y'all
They say Silkk you might die, but thats my call
Wrong or right, they right cuz thats my dawgs
Thug living, living like sort of like a menace
Form with ex-cons, people on bonds waiting to get sentenced[You know what I'm
saying]
And I ride with this TRU click
It's No Limit for life, look ain't nothing after this
And damn it feels good to be a soldier
I roll with niggas like C and P
???
Y'all my brothers when we fuss, I let ya'll win
Wouldn't trade y'all life for ten million so I couldn't fight over ten
TRU tattoos and tanks just Boz and V
Just two a few thats down to ride wit' me
I know y'all want to let me see y'all doing it on y'all own
But if ya fall never hesitate to call me on the phone [I'll be around]
[HOOK] til fade
** ( ) indicates that the word was bleeped out the song**
(Master P Talking)
Yo Silkk and C-Murder just remember as brothers blood is thicker than water
and can't no man women or object infiltrate this family
(O'Dell)
When my TRU Homies call me I'll be there
When my TRU Homies need me I'll be there
Verse 1 (C-Murder)
Damn it feels good to be TRU, thats why
I gotta represent the tattoo
We roll deep when we creep in the streets
And stay strapped just like the police
No Limit or should I say the army
I feel like can't a damn thing harm me
You don't want to go to war with a soldier
Cuz TRU villains throw nothing but boulders
My click assist of hard hitters
A bunch of use to be thug villains
And nobody don't mess with nam' one of us
Cuz we make alot of bustas run from us.
Ain't no such thing as a fist fight
You getting jumped, so you better have your mind right
Give me a call, when it's time to bang up
And I'm there, before the phone hang up
(Chorus) O'Dell
When my TRU homies call me, I'll be there
When my TRU homies need me, I'll be there
When my TRU Homies call me, I'll be there
I'll be around
Verse 2 (Master P)
I knew one day, my time was coming
But my whole world changed when I put TRU on my stomach
And (nigga) TRU stand for keeping it real
And thats why we ride for our homies when our people are killed
I love my momma and my daddy for planting my seed
But me and my homies reminisce over Hennesy and (weed)
And all my loved ones lost trying to hustle and bang
I make RIP songs just remember your name
And now Kevin you a legend
Even though It send chills up my body, see TRU up in heaven
No Limit is my life I love my job
Thats why I roll with TRU homies like Jimmy and Boz
And TRU is the tank
And me and Silkk and C-Murder we the links
I love my brothers over (bitches) and some bank
And when if need me, I'm there for ya blank
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Silkk)
So I'm there when y'all need me. Anytime, now look
For my TRU soldiers, I put nothing in front of y'all
If something jump off, I'm jumping in front of y'all
Ya' know what, they bet not touch none of y'all
Cuz everybody gotta go, even if they touch just one of y'all
They say Silkk you might die, but thats my call
Wrong or right, they right cuz thats my dawgs
Thug living, living like sort of like a menace
Form with ex-cons, people on bonds waiting to get sentenced
You know what I'm saying
And I ride with this TRU click
It's No Limit for life,look ain't nothing after this
And damn it feels good to be a soldier
I roll with (niggas) like C and P
???
Y'all my brothers when we fuss, I let ya'll win
Wouldn't trade y'all life for ten million so I couldn't fight over ten
TRU tattoos and tanks just Boz and V
Just two a few thats down to ride wit' me
I know y'all want to let me see y'all doing it on y'all own
But if ya fall never hesitate to call me on the phone
(Chours) till fade
we're sittin here with C Murder
whassup
how are you doing?
alright
so C tell me how was your life as a youngster
ruthless as a child a juvenile
ran with TRU slanged in the meanwhile
packin specialize in jackin
liquor store dope dealers brothas and others
open shop it's all about a come up
I'm in the crachhouse waitin on a bubble up
cause I'm a gangsta sellin dope
strapped with a gat when I role through the Calliope
bad ass, never listened to my brother
it went in one ear and out the fuckin other
pushin rocks on the block, watchin all the coke
fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for some dollars
at 13 I bought a quarter key of powder
rollin with my fingers on the trigga
pit it on ya, ya know you can't touch this nigga
or thug, convict, psycho, or criminal
do you say open, ganked for your yayo
big and bad, no respect for the task
(C-Murder did you ever go to jail)
hell yea, just servin niggas heroin
runnin from the task, hidin out by the sewers
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in work
I wear some baggy ????? and the motherfuckin same shirt
slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, broke ass served (fuck em)
so you know who I am hoe
a No Limit Soldier from the motherfucking Calliope
hmm, I see, So you're very violent
always
okay, what would be the situation when you so call
rob someone
waitin, for the witness to leave
I'm about to do some shit you wouldn't believe
creep like a G to the back of the house
look in
all the lights are out
grabbed the door but it was locked G
but fuck that shit, a nigga got a spare key
stuck it in slow, so he wont wake up
infared, ready to blow the place up
once inside no time for shakin
lookin for the nigga and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, nigga and ride
or get 25 for a motherfuckin homicide
more quickly but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I think a motherfucking coming
lights came on, So I shot
out thedoor with the dope that I got
over the wall, don't fall
check my dope cause this was a close call
getting robbed by C is a lesson
so, is there any more questions
yes, as a matter of fact there is
have you ever been involved in a murder or homicide
you mean a 1-8-7
yea
there go House, but don't turn
cut the lights out so I can case the joint
two niggas on the couch smoking and a hoe
I think Master P was on the motherfucking radio
nigga wanta fight when I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda knowned that killing niggas makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm cunnin
told young Silkk to leave the car runnin
walked in, said bitch lay it down
I'm not Eightball, but niggas got clowned
hurry up motherfucker, don't lag on
I wan't your dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash
2 got brave and went for a sawed off
so I shot em all, took ther motherfucking heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and I serve ra
down in the N.O. it's just another murder
back out the house, told Silkk drive on
threw the gun in the river and hauled off
I'm not the Robin Hood, cause I want more
?????? from the rich, sell dope to the poor
No Limit is better you see, nobody better than me
I give a shout out to my nigga Eazy-E
(is all that real)
I don't lie, rest in peace Easy
see you on the otherside
They're baaack (ya know)
TRU NIGGA!! (a wiseman once told me)
(if you're ever gonna make it in life
you gotta stay TRU to yourself, as well as the ones you love)
Hholm Bra
(but keep your eyes open man)
Keep yo eyes on yo enemies
(keep yo' eyes open)
Crime Family
(cause when you on the top)
T-R-U
(it pulls you back down to the bottom)
IT AIN'T OVER KNOW IT JUST BEGINNING..Ha HA
[Silkk the Shocker]
It's like the world watchin the Miller boyz
Got em to prove innocent
They got me strapped up, phone tapped up
Keep my conversations to a mininum (SHHHHHH)
See I used to scheme to live above average
American dream, seen only few things
Niggas hatin on me
Can't believe they turned state on me
Once you fake always fake, niggaz'll stay to wait on ya
(TRU niggaz) Can't trust your best friend
Nigga he'll cross ya dog
They don't make em like they used to
Make em niggaz they'll cross you all
Love, but that don't mean he don't wanna snitch on each other
(C, Silkk, P) Cut wrists and let blood drip on each other
(fuck everything else) We live life like motherfuckin thugs
TRU niggaz TRU tattoes TRU everything nigga took it in blood
Bulletproof shirt, marked meals that shit is useless
I dont know how y'all do shit
But I do ballin type shit, no rules shit (Hholm bra)
Macked up, put the rap up
Niggaz think we switched nigga fuck it we'll switch back up
DeBo (UGHHH!!) in the hood still there to make me boss (3rd World)
Nigga done shit good livin that shit will never ever make me soft
Haters prolly thought we'd be dead by now
Fuck all that controavescy shit nigga, when we talk, real niggas react
Smokin down wit our head down prolly put us in years wit da FEDS by now
Status: platinum plaques, buy a house and wit a check
Had nuttin unless I imagine back
Now sky's the limit niggaz can't imagine that
(Silkk) Motherfuckers wanted crime
(Master P) Da Crime Family nigga
(Silkk) Word
(Master P) Realest niggaz, TRUest niggaz you ever motherfuckin met
in the WOOORLD!!!
(Silkk) Ride wit me fly wit me nigga wit me
(Master P) NIGGA
(Silkk) Money to the sky nigga ball til we fall my nigga
(Master P)
All my real niggaz
Y'all feel this cuz you know
I been out there playin basketball, lettin the game marinate
but as I look through the eyes of the perpetrator
I see motherfuckers really ain't real, motherfuckerss want what I got
Instead of being a man and get yours nigga
There's enough for all us
and THAT MOTHERFUCKIN CONTROVERSY RAP NIGGA THAT DON'T SELL
That make niggaz look stupid
but we ain't never talk bout niggaz on records
You got something to say, say it to me nigga
Y'all know where we at
TRU niggaz thugged out mind figgas niggaz
Real killers, real money makers
Haha, C, Silkk and P nigga
TRUest motherfuckers in the world
when it comes to this rap shit niggaz
Realest niggaz in the world when it come to this rap shit
To all our motherfuckin fam
Nigga we love ya for stayin real and keepin it real nigga
ITS NO LIMIT FOR MOTHERFUCKIN LIFE!!!!
And for y'all motherfuckin haters, haha
take a deep motherfuckin look at yourselves
I know it's killin ya but listen to this real shit
but you wit yo partnas and yo partna are lovin this shit
And it's prolly eatin you up on the inside to know
that real niggaz done made it out
Tou prolly still hatin, but guess what?, why you hatin?
Go on ahead and marinate, hit the motherfuckin weed again
and trip on yo motherfuckin self
Cause I know who you are nigga, we know who you are
but the thang is you gotta deal wit this nigga
Everybody else love this shit
Yo motherfuckin momma love this shit
Yo daddy love this shit
Yo brother love this shit
Yo motherfucking sister I fucked the other day
she love this shit nigga haha
So I'ma be in yo motherfuckin system
So I'ma be in yo motherfuckin soul
and motherfuckin real niggaz
Y'all get ready to listen to the motherfuckin vibe
TRUest shit eva bein put on motherfuckin records (UGHHH!!)
TRUest clique, real TRU niggaz nigga
T-R-U...for life nigga for life
but fuck all that shit loc's
The niggaz got the message, turn up the motherfuckin beat
LETS GET ROWDY ROWDY AND BOUT IT BOUT IT!!!!!!!!!
[Master P: talking]
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
Fell this nigga
It's real (explosion)
[Verse one]
Flippin' the the game
Niggas that got that 'cane
Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2-11s
187 Khadafi, murder
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this TRU clique
Nigga you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap?
(No Limit runnin' this!)It's 'bout to be it
187 Khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics
Still makin scrilla
Your neighborhood drug dealer
Ice cream slaingin'
Tattooed up real nigga
In the rap game pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chichenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got nigga choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit
Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game
or drop a hit on the wrong man?
'Cause they talkin' shit about other niggas
Now it's a war zone, in this rap game
[Chorus]
But they can't stop us TRU niggas
They can't stop us TRU niggas
They can't stop us TRU niggas
They can't stop us TRU niggas
[Verse 2]
'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other niggas in line
With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
Running from the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up like SOLDIERS!
Down south huster, throwin' bolders
Ready to block like a football player
Got these 17 rounds FOR Y'ALL HATERS
So jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked shit
And jump up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit
Killer, murder topics
Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it
Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin'
Nigga down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax
Into traps
Got Beats by the Pound like niggas slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good
Got niggas bout it, From Baton Rouge to St. Louis
To Cincinnati
Got niggas lined up in Atlanta like addicts
Gotta have this gangster shit
This real shit
From this motherfuckin' TRU clique
Ain't givin' up, living raw
And if we die, FUCK IT, sell my 'dro
To the next gangster nigga
Rest in peace Easy-E., but I'm out here makin' SCRILLA!
So fuck y'all white laws
And y'all motherfuckin'.....POLICE CARS!!
Comin' through with gangsters and killers
LONG like the motherfuckin' drug dealer
'97 to 2000 A.D. little kids wanna be me
'Cause I'm bout it, I'm rowdy
The government and the press, them motherfuckers want me outtie
For runnin' my own shit
Niggas sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents
Break bread
Don't you know 15 percent of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker
So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop motherfuckers
And stay true to the gizzame
Be about your paper, nigga fuck the fizzame
Third ward nigga, runnin' the hill
It ain't no limit to this gangster shit, blunt smokes and keepin' it real
Y'all can't stop us TRU niggas
Y'all can't stop us TRU niggas
Y'all can't stop us TRU niggas
'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a millon more TRU niggas
[Slikk The Shocker]
Bitch it be Slikk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate
Fast like a Mazzeroti
Crime boss like John Gotti
Look into their face, niggas afraid of me
Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me
'Cause I flow like water
Run shit like Ki-jana Carter
Tell 'em, I'mma be there watch [???] like the French Quarter
Down for whatever
Bow down nigga never
Buck like a Beretta
Wet you up like bad weather
Got fangs like a cobra
Now I got Range like a rover
You don't fuck with us whether you fucked up like a hangover
From the city where busters lie
From the city where suckers die
Make way for P and Silkk, two of the baddest motherfuckers alive
Bitch it's your time
BITCH I want the whole nine
Bust one line, and make niggas change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker
Yeah, I got them
It's TRU motherfuckers, and y'all can't stop us
And it's on
(Master P)-talking
Uh huh, little somethin somethin for my tru niggas in New Orleans, Tulsa,
Oklahoma, Richmond California, Detroit Michigan, Oakland, Frisco, Virginia,
Arkansas, Fresno, Kansas, Tennessee, Sacramento, Treeport, Omaha Nebraska,
Texas, Chicago, Louisville, Kentucky, Illinois, Alabama, D.C., Albakurcky,
Dallas, New Mexico, Atlanta Georgia, Mississippi, Cleveland, Seattle, St.
Louis, Denver Colorado, Pheinox Arizona, Indianapolis, Flordia, N. Carolina, S.
Carolina
(Master P)
Tear the head off that bitch that try to stop me from gettin my premovers
(what) back from the gravy row it there go the tycle no limit cycle row with a
rifle coming tru messed like barks niggas that wanna talk but i get green and
kill niggas like the incredible hulk yall niggas fuckin with the best yall
never should of put my rhymes with KLC, Craig B., Mo B. Dick, swamp nigga gold
getter mista killa drug deala servin fiends dope fiends got candy cream 3rd
ward nigga sellin ice cream pushin, baller nigga mista New Orleans gone world
wide thats why them niggas callin hoes hatin niggas want to take me out for
lunch but bitch yall never break me like some fries cook got shit in your eye
work niggas like i'm down south servin french fries at burgar king nigga im
from New Orleans home of the body bag murder capitol New Orleans ugh.
(Chorus)
Where dey at there dey go where dey at there dey go where dey at there dey go
whre dey at there dey go there dey go where dey at where dey at there dey go
there dey go
(Silkk)
I hang with a bunch of killas and drug dealas on the reala tie my shoe then
fuckin comphensate some fool with fuckin killas about my scrilla grave digger
not fuckin grave fillers a bunch of made niggas i stay bigger i stay richer i
get more stops plus a bunch of change like the weather a 9 millimeter beretta
have you sewed up like a sweater more cheese then some cheddar get out my face
nigga you better come back with straps get all yall niggas so yall niggas best
be ready i was cocked when i smashed niggas i'm ush as tasfull i smashed then
came back had ass lookin like afros nigga umm tapped like the dance girls got
gaps like the band why dont yall clap while yall standing
(Chorus)
Where dey at where dey at, there dey go there dey go, there dey go (6x)
(Master P)
Got niggas frozen like yogurt No Limit soldiers represent from the mid-west to
pepsi cola bout it rowdy thats why they talk about it in the paper they write
articles they never doubt a gangsta a killer with an adittude got more niggas
tied up like niggas tyin tennis shoes i got more money then a caulker i got
banks pick up trucks for me like i work em i'm comin through stumpin got my
concert jumpin gangsta shit thats what they bumpin break em off niggas hit em
with the soft watch i'll make em freeze shhh jump bitch jump nigga before i
leave bodies floatin up the missi river bitches comin through columbo when i
rap niggas know i'm spicey to gumbo Toni Braxton be singin i got niggas gang
bangin tattoed up on the set hangin talkin bout drivin them ride trough niggas
comin through with 6-4 sides tru down south to the west coast got 2 sides you
better realize hittin is when they die all i want is gangsta shit and bangsta
shit but when i roll watch for this Tru click.
(Chorus)
Where dey at where dey at where dey at, there dey go there dey go there dey go
(9x)
You know you only get one chance to make it
You know what I'm sayin'? So when that bus come
You better jump up on it just like the beat goes on life goes on
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
You only get one song, don't let life pass you
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
You only get one song, don't let life pass you
It's a small motherfuckin' world
It's big enough to get lost and get tossed
'Cause everybody wanna be the boss
And watch that young nigga in the cut
With that rag throwin 'em up
'Cause he ain't got shit to live for
And get my lighter off the dresser among the pressure
And ready to make your baby momma's eyes wetter
We act the fool like in club dreams
[Unverified] full of ghetto bitches and them knockout kings
Me and my nigga Green and Snoop in the coup countin'
Look we had a dice game, damn, these niggas want my life man
You paranoid C? Man, fuck them niggas dogg
I'ma ride 'til I die, P told me to take the world on
This be the realest shit, we be the realest click
We got 'em all, even moms at the store buyin' No Limit discs
Money don't make me, I make money, niggas get high
And die 'cause they be stuntin' like some crash dummies
I plant my seed and let my dying breed live homes
And put it in a song and let the beat go on
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
You only get one song, don't let life pass you
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
You only get one song, don't let life pass you
Tank goes on, tank goes on, tank goes on
I got these bitches in my hand and the world on my shoulders
Pops said, "P you don't understand but you will when you get older"
Your friends will be your enemies, so many pretend to be
Real but they ain't for the bank of the tank
See No Limit is my job even though I live shy
I don't mean kill and rob, but real niggas don't conspire
Sometimes we get wicked and you don't have to lie to kick it
Gave a few niggas some Rolexs' and houses, they said they did it
We after big dreams nigga, no schemes, it ain't over yet
You run your mouth to the feds but me and my boys we livin' clean
I still get a million screams, y'all know what I mean
And me and TRU nigga and Silkk and C countin' up that green
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
You only get one song, don't let life pass you
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
You only get one song, don't let life pass you
Look, you only get one chance
Even I'm blessed but I feel like life is a test
You see me [unverified], you think it's easy being me
You know my own homies don't wanna see me livin' swell
Sell me name to the cops and rather see me locked up in a cell
Can you blame me for not wanting to check the check?
Not knowing things are barley gettin' by
Shit I want it all, even if I don't get it at least I can say I tried
My own friends turned to dope fiends and it shows
Ask me for 20 dollars instead of asking me to come on the road
Can you blame me for wantin' to take my homies up out the hood?
And get moms everything she liked
You know I've been in this rap shit for 8 long years
Y'all thought it happened overnight
Y'all see the money and the fame
But y'all don't see the struggles in the game
It's hard to stay the same, y'all might notice a change
I'm just tryin' to get my money, see ya only get one chance
You gotta go out and get it and make it happen
Ya heard me?
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
You only get one song, don't let life pass you
And the tank goes on, tank goes on
I think the lord is testin' me
Whatzup y'all, hello world, this C-Murder
I'm bout to put you in the mind of a crazy
fucked up in the head muthafucka (this nigga sick)
You know what I'm sayin?
One of the muthafuckas you see in the
news everyday, for doin' all types of crazy shit
[Chorus: Master P]
Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me
But I'm a TRU nigga
I can't let none of these niggaz
and bitches get the best of me
[x4]
[C-Murder]
Muthafuckas just don't understand the shit that I be goin' through
I wanna kill myself, but I know, I gots to stay TRU
Be gettin' my fuckin' hustle on, and stack my fuckin' dividends
Cuz if I ain't got no money and I'm broke, fuck friends
I feel like, I'm paralyzed cuz my own baby, won't hug me
My momma, won't let me in the house cuz she talkin' bout
she scared of me
The only reason I sell drugs is survive
The only reason I kill, is to stay alive
I'm constantly watchin' my back cuz playa haters act like hoes
But they don't wanna fuck with me cuz i turn bustas into John Does
I'm not a role model so keep your kids up out my face
Talkin' bout, I'm sellin' drugs ain't doin' nothin
but killin', my own race
Police can't catch me, betta kill me, ain't gon' let 'em arrest me
They don't, understand I draw my nine faster than Jesse
I've been know to have a temper, and I click quick, like this
Befo' I was crazy, but now I'm strapped and I'm sick
187 killin' murder's a hobby
Thank God, this be the charge, six counts armed robbery
Back in the free world same shit, (ain't gon' change)
Call V, say he got weed, but fuck, I need clothes man
Damn, shoud I get that ski mask G?
Should I rob him, try to get a job?
Damn, the man's testin' me
[Chorus x2]
[Silkk]
I keep visualizin' jail cells, and closed caskets
Put a credit to the grave he blastin
fill my coffin laughin', chewin tobaco
I'm just a gangsta livin' day to day, tryna survive
Try to stay high to realize why my homies out there die
Now why you keep on testin' me, sendin' these cops to arrest me
Put me in bad situations, but I won't let life, get the best of me
I was born in a fucked situation, but I'm not a born killa
But I've seen some shit in my time, that escaped a grown nigga
Wonder if, its a test, see how much I could hold up on my shoulder
T-R-U 'cross my stomach, on my back, a fuckin' soldier
It just don't seem right, it just don't seem right
The shit a nigga go through, makin' me wanna scream like Mike
It stresses me, its only after this
I wants to know, if its a in if I kill a nigga, over self-defense
Most of my people don't like me
And a lot of 'em can't stand me
But I wonder if its a sin if I kill and rob to feed my fuckin' family
It's suvival of the fittest, you be my witness
I don't give a fuck about the money
Cuz I can't take none of that shit with me
If its a test, then let me know
But if its my time to go then let me go. Amen
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
My record went gold, my family started money trippin
I could look into the eyes of a nigga that wants to catch me slippin'
Somebody hollered "Don't go out like Tupac!"
That be the same nigga tryin' to fill me up, with buckshots
The game get dirty that's why I'm blastin'
Its plenty niggas out there wanna see the P, in a casket
That's why they spread rumors, lies, I died
Niggas don't wanna see another nigga get a piece, fo the fuckin' pie
My friends trippin' cuz I got ends
Niggas don't wanna see a black nigga rolin', in a fuckin' Benz
My old lady say I'm stuck up
I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is fucked up
Got me poppin' dono
Ask Bo but he don't know what P know about the ghetto
You ain't got no dollars, you got no friends
If I go to jail how many y'all niggas gon' visit me in the pen
But if I die it be a million niggas at my funeral
They wanna see me knocked out like Tyson, did Bruno
If I wear red or a blue, then I'm a gang banga
If I make gangsta rhymes, huh, then I'm a dope slanga
Every nigga I used to know that didn't make it
think I owe 'em somethin'
Every nigga I know in the ghetto, huh
ask me to front 'em somethin'
My own company, niggas, want me to sign them up
They don't think I could work for this shit
and how hard it take to come up
They too busy, throwin' tesses (tests)
Got me strapped with pistols wearin' bullet proof vesses (vests)
Every hoe I fuck, hope the rubber pop
The media spread rumors I smoke too much weed,
I guess they wanna see me smokin' rocks.
Heh, I think the Lord is testin' me
[Silkk]
Just the other day my brother got killed
its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where I live
I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope fiends
I see no dreams, instead I see more fiends
when Im on the cutter off than one
for every dollar I make the white folks make a hundred
and I can understand why niggaz sell cain
cause every nigga got it good as the next man
and white folks know that there will always be dope
because they always have a kid that's starving and broke
and now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin'
know that there will only lead to more and more killing
a nigga got a steal deal with the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and tell them they don't know me
for some strange reason they still take me in
trying to get a nigga to do time in the pen
on the motherfucking murder weapon stanking identity (why is that?)
cause they ghetto is a motherfucking trap
[Big Ed/Master P]
two marks got me out of the ghetto
but the ghetto is where im from
welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
but the ghetto is where I grow
[C-Murder]
Nigga as you know im c-murder
kicking the funky shit that you never even heard of
Im talking 'bout the motherfucking ghetto
where many punk bitches get killed ho
but I dont give a fuck about that G
cause im rolling with a sick ass pops
I met a kingpin said he want a ki
I didn't know he was the motherfucking police
I said fuck and kicked him in his knees
and got away cross the street in some trees
I started laughing saying, ";Damn, he done slacked up.";
little did I know they 50 done had backup
all I heard was freeze
with three bullets to my back I feel to my knees
I started screaming and crying
everythang getting black, yo im dying
all I could remember
thought I always catch a bullet from a gang member
the the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherfucking name
damn I almost choked
with six fuckin' doctors sticking tubes down my throat
but through all of that I made it
why I wanna I live man, I think im crazy
now im going to the pen, but I dont give a fuck cause ill be out in 10
all that shit cause im tired of eating scraps
the ghetto is a trap
[Big Ed/Master P]
two marks got me out of the ghetto
but the ghetto is where im from
welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
but the ghetto is where I grow
[Master P]
Boom, Boom, Boom and im a gonner
but im tripping on life cause 50 is right round the corner
and mama say boy pray, better be glad it wasn't you that got blew away
killed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on life
in the motherfucking dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule
watch your ass, count your money, don't be a fool
and don't fuck with a broke bitch, cause if you fuck with a broke
bitch they get you in the fucking ditch
so you can play the roll of a dummy
think a bitch like you when a bitch really like your money
now that don't mean shit nigga
you better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the fucking
trigger, or go out like Jack, Jack died in the projects
and Jill got another fucking nigga black
or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherfucker
and listen to what I say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets blowed
away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
motherfucking rage, so I refuse to be caught not strapped
when I walk into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.
[Master P]
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and Bo did last year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this year you know what I'm sayin'
P and Bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on some dope
P and Bo went half on some dope, turn a half ounce into a key
[C-BO]
Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window with the AK
Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city i'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my Mexican friends got the gear
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
Master P got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game , cause rain
So fuck what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you know
Them Richmond niggas, quick to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers, that only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to stack a mill because
[Chorus x4]
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that's how we break bread
[Master P]
Nigga what, nigga what, been down for 22 years
Finally done came up, Og with a pimp [???],
And slang this quarter like Calone, by that nigga Pervis ???
Ain't No Limits to these hits that I make
The Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the Bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground
S.K. 'bout to get my hands dirty, TRU stand for hustla
So jump in the 500 SEL and buckle up
On my way way to Sac. with them crome gats, 40 g's,
4 tires filled of that kill' crack
Don't give a fuck if I die or go to the Pen.
I'm headed to the end, a dope fiends best friend
So call me the Richmond Nino Brown
Cause dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like B.B. King blow the blues,
bullets [???] cause fools can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
And like a [???] away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until it's a drought man
I got more mack than Craig, Notorious Like Big
Put a playa hater in the back
And I give you a bitch before I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got [???] on tha set puttin' in work sellin' fuckin' Lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy when the feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization ticks like a clock
[Chorus x4]
[King George]
Just another episode of how us No Limit TRU niggas make our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the underworld
You know what I mean and like nigga P
Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
[Silkk on the phone talking]
Woo what's up slim I saw Ms. Silkk the Shocker out there last night
Yeah you better stop playing with me dog,
You know i seen your girl and them cutting
Man how you gone start off a conversation,
Bitch you better stop playing.
Naw nigga we just friends for real.
Hold hold on
He clicking over on me
My phone clicking
Hello?
What's up dog
What up my nigga
I need some weight
I thought you had 25
Man look I need some weight
Naw I don't do that no more dog
You got the chickens dog
Naw I'ma talk to you later wootay
[Silkk rapping ont the phone]
You know that big nigga from the hood done snitched up
Hit the pen and bitched up
He worked with P but now that nigga snitched up
You know the nigga that used to flip with us
That nigga working for the feds know, the phone beeped when I picked up
Nigga got 25 years came home in one summer
Catch him riding in a gray hummer
With this chick named goldie getting head from her
You know the whole hood fucking head bumping
Cause we grew up with this nigga,
the nigga seen it and he ain't said nothing
We was gone crack that nigga skull but he fled from us
Trying buy dope running round the hood flashing fed money(fed money)
Nigga renegoiate
Shit change his name another city relocate(what)
Feds kicked the nigga door in you know what they found up in the residence
Only way get out the shit you had to be the motherfucking president
Niggas upstate turned state evidence
Shit this nigga fake
And you can't let fake niggas represent
[Chorus: Silkk, and Skull Duggery]
(Ra Ra) Real niggas don't snitch
Real niggas don't flip(we never snitch)
Real niggas never cross another nigga
cause real niggas don't switch(Ha What)
Real niggas don't make deals( uh ha)
Real niggas stay real(nigga what)
Real niggas take the charges and fight that shit on appeal
[x1]
[Silkk]
This old fakeass nigga crossed alot of niggas(what)
He the reason why the drought season started cost alot of niggas
If you was soft you should have gave up the game
Nigga got endited, didn't try to fight it nigga just gave up names
Shit how you used to be so real and so fake
Nigga told me it was my dog I was like fuck naw, no way
We used to get money together, get honeys together
Run it together, tatoos homies forever
I was right there when his mother slide
Trust the nigga so much I let this nigga watch my brother kid
(it's like that)
[????????] ain't never failed
Niggas looking for you but he hiding somewhere in Delaware
(You gone look out for him)
Naw i can't help him
(Man why you ain't gone look out for that nigga)
Naw cause that nigga selfess
(That nigga must be a snitch)
Streets is watching
Keep the heat cocked
Niggas beef ain't stopping
Y'all niggas better watch it
(You got watch your ends)
I feel ya my nigga
(And you gotta watch your friends)
See that snitch shit never stay shit i don't trust nobody
But i bust somebody, and that shit i never hesitate
What the fuck happened friends forever. What happened to loyalty. What
happened, what happened to trust. Don't snitch, don't flip, don't turn
state. Real niggas be real, fake niggas be fake, bustas be bustas, and
DIG:
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
You niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
Verse 1
I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat
I play this game for keeps and watch you bitch niggas bleed, ya heard me
I'm that D-I-G nigga from the third ya dig
Fuck around with me and you get that ass served ya dig
Smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me bitch
I'm a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig
Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig
Now you know the word ya dig, No Limit Soldiers bitch
Chours:
Master P/(Magic)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die
Verse 2 (Magic)
Bitch I'm a motherfucking soldier till the day that I die
Come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes
Man you bitch niggas don't worry me
You screaming soldier but you fake niggas are wannabe's
Yall don't wanna fuck with me
For real, nigga take this soldier shit serious
I hope you niggas are hearing us, yall niggas are fearing us
Who started this, nigga we started this shit
Work hard for the Colonel, work hard for this bitch
You from the hood and you's a soldier
But if you ain't that false claiming shit is over
You phony, I heard you snitching to them po-po's
Boy you ain't no soldier, give it up to all them broke hoes
Boy you ain't no soldier, you actin jiggy with your yay nigga
Boy you ain't no soldier, but you gonna get your day nigga
Boy you ain't no soldier, I'm from the ninth ward where we real to this shit
We only taking what belong to us bitch
Cause we motherfucking soldiers
Chorus:
Master P/(Magic)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
We soldiers till the day that we die (ya heard me)
Verse 3 (Master P)
Ha ha, what's up to all them motherfucking soldiers out there?
What's up Cash Money nigga.
We feeling yall niggas.
Niggas think we beefing nigga but it's realer then this.
There's too much money for everyone to get.
What's up DMX nigga, ha ha.
Jay-Z, So So Def, motherfucking Suave House.
Them all niggas soldiers.
Motherfucking Rap-A-Lot, yall niggas soldiers.
What's up Mack-10 nigga, Cube, E-Feezy, ha ha.
Bone, yall niggas soldiers.
To the north, to the south, to the east.
And all yall real niggas and real bitches in the west, represent.
This song here is only dedicated to the real motherfuckers.
Treal motherfuckers.
Fake soldiers, nigga might take yall stripes and yall guns.
My nigga Big Bos gon hit this sweet
Kane and Abel (what's up) gon hit the muthafuckin sweet
(what's up Mo B?)
Skull Dugrey (KL) said pass that muthafucka right here (Craig B)
I'm a smoke some of this
for all my niggaz dat's dead and gone and ain't here
(time for us TRU niggaz to get ya'll niggaz high)
Smoke somethin (Silkk in this bitch, C-Murder)
for all them niggaz in the projects that's tryin to come up
(and you know me, Master P, pervin on that muthafuckin swisha sweet)
Mr Serv-On gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet)
Somebody done (that muthafuckin green chronic)
(nigga that's how we smoke it down here)
put Big Pokey on that muthafuckin... on that dank
(dank, doja) got him hooked on chronic
(we don't fuck with that brown weed) Big V said
(brown weed's for suckas, nigga) pass him the sweet
and then give it to Big Mann (and we serve cluckas)
(so it's time to jump in yo muthafuckin ride and get it smoked up)
Don't pass it, nigga, to Big Ed cause you know he'll mug you
(I want the windows to be foggy)
(and tell ya partna nigga, pass that muthafucka, go like this here)
[Chorus:]
1, 2, 3 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac
4, 5 niggaz smokin weed in my cadillac
6, 7 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac
8, 9 niggaz blowin weed in my cadillac
10, 11 niggaz gettin high in my cadillac
12, 13 niggaz won't fit in my cadillac
Gettin high in my cadillac
Niggaz smokin sweets in the cadilla
Uunngghh!
[Verse I]
TRU niggaz keep roaches in the ashtray (ashtray)
And smoke mo chronic than that nigga Diggity Dr. Dre
Ask Cube, cause today is a good day (good day)
And I been blowin that green all fuckin day
And these hoes on my nuts, cause I got that weed
Keep em 2 for 5, niggaz I got it 4 for 3
Holla at yo boy, if you wanna get high
I keep that green when I'm rollin in my dope ride
Lickin on that sweet, split it with your fingernail
Dump the tobacco out, pass the green dank that's real
Turn up the bass on the 18s
Roll up the window cause a nigga can't lose no swisha sweet
Smoke, and let my niggaz choke,
And if you can't handle that dank, get your ass out my car bro
We been smokin since '83,
'97 Silkk told ya'll hoes, none of ya'll bitches ride for free
[Verse II]
You got twenty let's go half on a 40,
Stop the Lac at Motel 6, it's time to get retarded
Bitch ask me for a shotgun, I'm bout that
20 minutes, that same ho on her back
Talkin bout, she high as a kigitty-kite
But we been fuckin and smokin dank all fuckin night
Made it home mama smellin on a nigga shirt
Say it smell like chronic, I mean that green dirt
Got a nigga fiendin, flippin to lunch
I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch
Damn nigga, but it's all good
After today I do that same shit, knock on wood
My red eyes need Visine, I got mine
If ya'll niggaz still smokin, fool press rewind
[rewind noises]
[Chorus]
[Verse I]
[Mo B. Dick]
Let's go half on a 40 sack
Roll up some swishas, (I told ya'll niggaz I was gon get ya'll high)
For some pull on that
Cause it's time to get high (Cause that's how TRU niggaz ride)
That's how TRU niggaz ride (No Limit Soldiers)
[Repeat]
Smokin weed, makes me feel fine
Lord I got the chronic on my mind [repeat]
[Master P]
Playaz get high, let's get smoked nigga, damn
one of ya'll niggaz gon pay
[Voice: in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys, fuckin jiggaboo
[Master P: talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come over to this bitch, smiling on a banana boat
(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)
They never told us what the fuck we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)
And did deals with the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no fuckin body ever did no deals with no black folks
[Chorus x4]
We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free then put guns to our head
[Master P]
Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches wanna test me
My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't sleep
They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's fuckin over but the world is messed up
Black on black crime, either you poor or you blind
Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
Some niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams like b-ball
Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin steady gettin money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin my people off the grind
Probation and parole, niggaz in four doors
This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks
[Chorus x4]
[Master P: talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By life, by the judicial system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away slave
Mohammed, run away slave
Farrakhan, run away slave
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run away's (me Master P)
from the whole record industry
cause we ain't bout havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
we bout havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin other niggas how to get theirs
cause we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get yours, stop hatin
break away nigga (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all can't stop us)
and this mothafuckin black on black crime (yeah nigga)
it gotta stop (yeah nigga)
run away slaves
that's just what they want us to do (but we gon go to college)
nigga be all you can be if you a soldier
(we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
No Limit Army nigga (No Limit motha fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we bringin our mothafuckin athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway slave boy)
And we keepin it real, we keepin it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Edward Hawkins)
No Limit, run away slaves (lawyers, politicians)
that's what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
(that's what i'm talkin bout)
black publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more probation and parole (no more hoes)
Colored folks stickin together nigga
Chorus x2 (Silkk & Mo B Dick)
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (TRU niggas ride dirty an stay strapped)
Every time I think about the times you did me wrong (Pop goes the nine)
Verse 1 (Silkk)
See me an my click
we be hoppin outta Range Rover
everyday Taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, barely missin Angola
On the run, it's hell
fresh outta jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip in
I said niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
Yall trippin
yall gave my hommie 25 with a ";L";
but the nigga that killed my cousin, yall let that nigga out on bail
So I say, fuck this
and I hit the corner on the streets
keep my nine up on the seat
and hold my nine like a G
Cuz I'ma hustle 'til I fall
I'ma have it all ball
fuck them niggas I have nine up in my draws
No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like what
keep my nine, cuz its the only thing I can trust
An every since Ice Cube said, it's really been a trip
I'd rather be
judged by 12 than be carried by 6. That's why its...
Chorus x2
Verse 2 (Master P)
Picture me rollin, rest in peace Pac
I'm ridin in my 500 S-E-L strapped with my plastic glock
Me an my bitch, we be hella tight
Fit in the palm of my hand
but I ain' t trustin a nigga tonight
I ain't walkin out the door unless I got my bitch
my American Express, nigga, this will be it
seven-teen kids to tag along
Hollow tips, black jack, call me Al Capone
But I'm dirty like Harry
I keep a 9 Millimeter cuz I ain't gettin buried
My glock be special like Ed
all yall nigga ain't strapped
might end up in the body-bag...
Chorus x2
Verse 3 (Kane & Abel)
Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the Lexus LandCruiser
Best of slow ya roll hoe
'fore I put some holes through ya
Boo-Yah, my fifty Calliber got niggas runnin back to Africa
Bitch banged up my passport so I'm swervin in my Acura
Grabbin on my dick
smokin the shit
momma kicked me out the house
I smack that bitch
Now I'm skandelous and rich
Mia-X said we got it tweekin
them niggas tweekin
No Limit got some gangsta shit for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans
New York to L.A., Miami to Atlanta
black talons from my nine got them dancing the Macereña
Little kids in my hood slang dope an talk shit
by some violence, brah
pass the silencer, pop that bitch...
I'm in my Navy Blue Beamer suckin on weed
Holdin the streets
as we brain off that vodka
we're still in the nigga chopper
Gun slangin with pussy juice on my trigger finger
its Kane an Abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...
[Chorus x 2]
[Master P]
Check it out playa
Nigga gotta protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrilla
Nigga ya need to grab ya motha-fuckin nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes
Cuz nigga only got 1 life to lose
an a nigga gotta protect his own, playa
Nigga, live eye 4 an eye that's how TRU Niggas live
An if yall real bout the situation
nigga, trust no mutha-fuckin body
Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend, nigga
Cuz ya enemy might be right next to you.Huh, remember that playa...
Pop-Pop goes the nine, nigga
But TRU Niggas ride dirty an stay strapped
An we Bout It
[Chorus Fades]
[Chorus: Master P]
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
These converse is for battle and we straight soldiers
Big Boz is knocking teeth out cause we rollers
This game got me wicked, I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side, and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
And drove through the other side niggas get straight checked
See I'm a killer I only ride with G's
And I used to be a hot boy but now I slang CD's
Am I right? Am I wrong? Tryin to protect my life
When these killers want me they gonna catch me one night
I don't play, we spray, on the game, they late
Get up it ain't over yet nigga, 'till judgement day
[Chorus:]
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
[Mac]
They call me camoflague, your everlasting assassin
three niggas wanna hear me flow and they bitches fiendin' for my passion
World War be my gospel, my environment is hostile
You don't want beef with me
cause I come through with those deadly apostle
Tell me something have you ever seen the eyes of a tiger
A cold blooded motherfucker who just murder for hire
Represent the turf, 'till my opposite of birth
Bless my posse with a shirt
Shit it'll make a turn for the worst.
And got them niggas on GT that would die for me
And some niggas in the Saint T that would ride for me.
My little brother, Ghost catch him at school he a straight student
But at night he masked up, ready to tear that ass up
[Chorus:]
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
[Pheno]
This for my niggas in the block tryin' to get on their feet
this for them jackers and them killers makin' moves on the streets
for my ill ass niggas, my trill ass niggas
my upstate niggas quick to kill ass niggas
my real niggas, surviving in this game since lil' niggas
roadies and rovers on 20 inch niggas, tank niggas
backing up to the bank niggas, we stank niggas
I'll you gotta do is bunt niggas
[Chorus:]
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
[C-Murder]
I'm from the Calliope nigga that's the home of the killers
Ask Falloy and Wing about them 3rd Ward niggaz
Leroy - he'll stick you for that plastic toy
Little Jimmie and LoLo will hit for your mo mo
Soldiers for life so you better think twice
cause them uptown soldiers ain't nothing nice
For real nigga, you might get killed, so chill
or your people gonna be reading your will, ya bitch you
[Silkk the Shocker]
You can tell by the look in my eye
I'm a soldier till the day that I die
Fuck 'em we keep it locked, all that heat we got we keep that shit hot
Nigga either creep with a block or either sleep in the rocks
Some niggaz say watch your back cause these niggaz in the hood is phony
My shit's for life, CPT tattooed the fucking hood on me
Made Man you don't want to start with us
3 niggaz in the car stuntin', do yall really wanna go to war with us?
[Chorus:]
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
It's an uptown thing boy, I thought I told ya
No Limit is the army and we the soldiers
Mobbin Thru My Hood
(Master P)
Uh huh, all y'all TRU playaz get ya handz in the air
Let's Mobb, TRU style, Untouchable, check it out
(Chorus)
Mobb'n Thru Da Hood, 6 Deep, Hoo Ridin' Up To No Good
Mobb'n Thru Da Hood, 6 Deep, Hoo Ridin' Up To No Good
(King George)
Rollin thru Richmond in my six-fo'
clockin the cash, rollin them Vogues
Called Master P to get tha scoop
Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu
I ain't goin back to tha staff of chief
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets
Watch how I mash on this white chump
front back side 2 side on a speed bump
I say,";gotta come n get me."; with a 350
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway
Six deep in the car goin sideways
Chorus
(Silkk)
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but I'm feelin kinda tipsy
I see my future as a gypsy
I see tha picture but it aint all clear
but I know one thing, I'm not supposed to be here
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city
Seems C-Murder told me to come get him, so you know I had to floss
almost got shortstopped by a cop, so I had to hide my glock
Pull down my beanie, so he can't see me, disappear like a genie
Cuz it's a everyday thangs where I hangs
at the Rich where I livez, at tha place where I slangs
at Mobb'n Thru tha East Bay, each day
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D, to tha CA
where tha playaz be hangin,
but I can't ride slow cuz my hood
aint 9-0-2, 1 to tha 0.
And I be puttin in work, Mobb'n Thru Da Hood,
have my deez spinnin like the earth (*3X fading*)
Chorus
(Big Ed)
Comin up in the Rich', rollin up through the darkness
grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless
Ease on down tha yellow brick road
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload
Cause all that they got luv for me
Cash is more important than the RICM's
Now as I flex and floss floss it and flex it
Big Ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection
Let's see where your heart is at
but mine is in right exact tha G-Spot
Cause I got the click that fools can't get
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness
My team is Cali C, that makes it quick to handle my business
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see
Chorus
C-Murder Mobb'n thru da hood, a young G like me ballin
Top down, I can hear them hoochies callin
Wanna get with me, wanna do me
but I ain't trippin so fire up the doobie
I thank god, I'm not in a casket
Just the other day, another brother got blasted
Comin up, tryna get bigger
but I ain't goin down, like Mary J, I get richer
Chorus
Master P Ya, Master P, that TRU click
No Limit Records, Mobb'n Thru Da Hood
like that 500 SCL
Watch them vogue tires smoke fool..
[Silkk talking:]
Silkk the Shocker nigga, C-Murder nigga, Master P GC nigga, Tru what the
fuack ya'll wanna do
[Chorus]
Halloway
We them down south killer boys
Ghetto commission and them motherfucking Miller boys
think it's a game we'll fuck around and kill you boy
On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy
[Halloway]
I'm trying to make a million of this rap shit
And blow up like a fat bitch
My entourage is thick
Nigga No Limit is the shit
My grandma awlays told me I'd be famous
But she never told that i would hool up with these gangstas
Body bangers
[???]bitch we hungry like???
I be part of TSO until I'm up out the alter
I got [???] ain't no warning me
I'm heartless ain't no running me nigga
Don't ever stunt on me nigga
I'll fucking crush you nigga
[Valerio]
I'm about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuse
Misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise
Beat a mother fucker till a bitch can't move
Tru niggas refuse to lose
Tote guns to murder fools
Coming with rumming
If niggas ain't respecting the flame
Ejecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the game
I'm stealing outlaw
Still dodging cop cars
TSO and Miller Boyz riping niggas apart
[Chorus x2]
[T-Spade]
It's the red eye pistol packing rapping assassin
The last one blasting
Late night outfit ski-masking
I got your backbone subtracting
Itchy trigger finger action got me ducking the law
Hoping to change I bust a brain and cause a flame on it fo'
It ain't no thing to me fo'
I got the game in me fo'
TSO Tank Dogs playing you raw
Shit talking nigger crosser
I'ma toss ya, I'ma flip ya, I'am punch ya, I'ma kick ya
Motherfucker get a picture
We real niggas
[C-Murder]
Just a little a ghetto boy
A motherfucking Miller boy, killer boy
Put that pistol in a pillow boy
Ans smoke you and your motherfucking mom
come on and play dumb
And watch me leave you in the rum
Like a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the proch
Crush you like a roach
And burn you like a torch
Pussy ass niggas don't last to long
I'm down south where them real niggas roam
[Chorus x2]
Silkk the Shocker
I remember when i used to carry crack, I used to carry gats
Now they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring bats
You know I can't be having that
Lucky I left the heat alone, beef alone or I would have been buried black
You know the shit I spit bitch ya heard
Ha what sit on on the curb
Niggas think they funny know you can get it six a bird
That's why I flip birds
You fake ass niggas got on my nerves
I'm from 504 we ain't no joke
Nigga give up your fucking dope
[Master P]
Grab a camera take a flick
Miller Boyz and TRU click
Bustas get dealt with ho's get some dick
So hail to the streets cause young nigga we run this
See me life ain't nothing but weed and money
A couple cars, a couple houses so we never go broke
Hotboy got the dope
Man [???] in the ghetto
See no limit is the army and we the soilders
The Ghetto Commission and TRU click thought I told you
[Master P]
Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man
Check this out
[Master P]
See I'm a G on the grind 24/7
Don't give a damn if I don't go to heaven
Us G's live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat
[Silkk]
Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[Master P]
So I'm crazy, drive by Miss Daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies
I know it's sad but I gotta pay the bills
Who gives a fuck about me Jack or Jill
[Silkk]
You know what P, man you right
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life
[Master P]
And the P won't change
Call me Mr. Rogers or the neighbor dope-man
Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run that ant hill
Some bad cards been dealt
My auntie Marie told my mamma that i'll probably get my cap peeled
And I don't give a fuck
Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck
[Chorus: TRU]
Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby why you wanna live that life
Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby you know you ain't livin' right
Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby
[Master P]
Silkk kick some shit
[Silkk]
I'll be glad to
[Master P]
Fool, why you live like you live
[Silkk]
Cause I have to
When I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my chick
Tell her i'll be home, cause I don't want that cryin' shit
I wish I could tell her everything would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, i'll be home that night
And when she hear shots she page me
Havin' nightmares that a nigga's pushin' up daisies
Because i'm hangin' with these killas
She's always tellin' me not to hang with my TRU niggas
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Young brother in the hood lose his life
Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life
Blame it on this rap shit that I spit
What about these hoovies or this fucked up government
You didn't blame Bush when he bombed Iraq
Or Noreaga when he ??? for sellin' that crack
And it's sad to see a mother cry
It took the beatin' of Rodney King
Hit three-million dollars to realize
That life in the ghetto ain't shit
And OJ wouldn't be on trial if it wasn't a white bitch
I just kick the real, alot of people don't know the deal
They wanted to beat Tyson and Tupac before that went to jail
And it's sad to see this happen
Stars like Michael Jackson on trial now what's really happenin'
And ??? must be a joke
Anita Hille, Clarence Thomas now what's up folks
And no role models to look up to
That's why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and blue
A bastard child without a father figure
I'm not Spice 1, but just another young nigga
Tryin' to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave
[Chorus]
Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby
You know you ain't livin' right
It ain't No Limit to these TRU niggas hustling
Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby
You know you ain't livin' right
[C-Murder]
Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me
don't want to go to jail
I'm tired of getting arrested G
I know i'm spitting when i'm sell crack
but to a young nigga like me
a G ain't no turning back
trying to settle down is hopeless
when a nigga and a old lady and a baby
I can't cope with it
a chance is something that I never had
I'm standing on this corner
I got my rocks in a skittles bag
can't make a move without my boy
I wear a bulletproof vest
and watch my back because i'm paranoid
you know the ghetto is a trap
i'm not Tupac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
raise like a criminal but born a bastard
visions of a jail or a grave
a closed clasket
reminizing about my murder friends
but i'm proud of selling drugs
providing my family with these dividends
my nose bad nigga like a rock star
tired of swolling dope
everytime I see a cop car
can't leave this spot
till all my fuckin crack gone
six rocks never asked the Lord to let me make it home
cause i'm a nigga on the run
if you talk that shit
i'm going to have to get my damn gun
cause I can't take no chances
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
[Chorus: Master P]
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean blood's spill
on the wall
[Master P]
Blood on my palm
and I pack a glock
for these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot
[Mia X]
But Mia X got your back P
cause ain't no bitch nor these kince
aren't ever going to fade me
[Master P]
And if you step to us killers
then you dead
cause I sleep with a HK
Tre-8 then missed it in for red
[Mia X]
Another braud ass nigga
on this back then if it is on your mind
then we got this second line in for you
[Master P]
In for you
what about you and you
don't fuck with my crew
cause i'll do your hoe too
bust caps on whoever, whenever, however, whereever
[Mia X]
So the crowd better start ducking
cause these No Limit TRU Soldiers
still ain't finish fuckin busting
[Master P]
Won't leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. Serv-On got life insurance
and i'm bout it bout it
[Mia X]
Now don't talk about the way we do this
and bitches think they prepared to do this
prepare to eat some bullets
[Master P]
So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth
ain't no butterflying on the floor
but may you rest in peace
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
I'm waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasn't a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
another victim of the dope game
that nigga tried to rob me off my heroin and coccaine
a lot of pride
a lot of heart
so how you figure
my rep was on the line
of course i had to kill that nigga
crepped up on him playing basketball
rolled down the window
and I shot that bitch with my soud off
i'm kind of crazy you can't get me
a lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me
I'm bout the dope pushing money grope
just got out of jail
and already back slanging dope
my daddy wasn't there for me G
and my mom left me in the house abonded at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather
my girl said i won't live long
i'm sick because I itilize Scarface and Al Kapone
Won't none of these niggas don't understand me
Master P, King George, and Silkk and Cali G
so don't fuck with TRU man
and if you do
this will be your last dance
[Big Ed]
Here I come slidin, slippin past security
Tip to the toe, Big Ed is in the house and now you know that
I'm bout to get funky like halitosis
Can I get a hoe to keep this playa focused
Cause I'm a keep the party jumpin
Aint no need for funkin, why don't you grab a freak or somethin
So I can trip the honey bouncin like a pogo stick
Cause I'm on hit and cant no nigga get with this
Cause I'm two double zero LBS's ride
Six to the four, hit like dynamite
You wanna hop like a rabbit
Givin em like a rap
After the show I toss these hoes like a salad
I'm just chillin, checkin out the plot
Scopin the spot to see which freak be hot
For me, what do you know I got four of em
Give em all equal time cause I don't love em
I got this big fat trojan full of chocolate
Ready to fill you up so come and take a lick
Yeah, so let's keep it on the downlow
So catch me on the upstroke and keep it on the low pro
[Master P]
Ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party is the shit
Ain't no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party is the shit
Ain't no players like them T-R-U players cause them T-R-U players is the
shit
Fool I got more rhymes then freaknit got hoes
Fool I got more hoes then the O got vogues
You know I'm low like a Lac, funky like a sac
Cause I'm a mack, I know you can't fade me black
You think your old lady's coming home, whatever
Cause I got more dick then Clark and Van Dyke put together
And that'll keep a hoe forever
Big Ed short change a honey, naaah, never
And you can check my credents
Cause any time spent with me is time well spent
I hit the jackpot like a casino
Make you nut twice, goin deep like Dan Marino
I flow smooth like a drano
Explode like a volcano
I'll be hittin that ass on the floor and yo
Then the bitch be tryin to kiss me
Layin with they man, they reminisce and they miss me
See I'm a playa that be TRU
T-R-U be them real niggas, I thought ya knew
So let me freak this, kick this with my flow
Here we go, here we go, here we go
[Master P]
If ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party is the shit
Ain't no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party is the shit
Ain't no players like them T-R-U players cause them T-R-U players is the
shit
[Big Ed]
I rock from Richmond, California to Richmond, Virginia
Never ever scared of funk because I hop when I was in ya
Enter, hit your chest like a fender bender
So close your eyes fool, cause your the grand prize winner
And anywhere I go I got that nine
Got more straps then Pippen and Maxwell combined
So everything is all fine
You gotta have yours, I gotta have mine
So let's fly like a jet, are you with me? Hell yeah
Now buckle up cause you gots to be prepared
Now I'm a take you on a funky TRU mission
You gots to pay attention so listen
I'm a keep it off on and keep your funk
You know Big Ed has just what you want
So conjunction junction, what's your function
Just like fire marshall Bill, let me show you somethin
Can't you see what you do to me
When your on your knees sucking me baby
You know it, I'm a G and you a G
So all other G's repeat after me
[Master P]
If ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party is the shit
Ain't no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party is the shit
And ain't no hustlers like them Richmond hustlers
Cuase them Richmond hustlers don't take no shit
And ain't no hustlers like them New Orleans hustlers
Cause them New Orleans hustlers don't take no shit
And ain't no niggas like them T-R-U niggas
cause them T-R-U niggas don't take no shit
[Master P]
Motherfucker ask me what I think about a bitch
This ain't nothin' about a bitch nigga
I use a bitch like shoes you know what I'm sayin'
Bitch got old, get me a new pair
[Chorus x2]
We dont love them hoes, can't trust them hoes
But just to keep it all good, just to fuck you hoes
[Silkk]
Just another day in a life of a G, drop the top on my I-Roc Z
Got dope in case the drousies got cash in my pockets
6x9 hitting just like Rockfords
Gold ones spinnin' as I pull out the driveway
Hit the backstreet cause it was too packed on the highway
Made a il-legal U-turn seen 5-0 coming my way
I thought they was gon' sweat, they said have a nice day
So a girl I haven't seen since Junior High School
say what's up with me and you
And she say it's all cool, well check this
I guess it's a date, picked up later on and hit it at the lake
Had a husband and kids but it ain't my fault
He must have not been hittin' it right
But she definetly got taught
Got ghost in my shit with the top down
Sideways, back to the town
[Chorus x2]
[Silkk]
I'm at the crib just counting up my mon-ey
Ain't really tripping cause is a Sunday
I went to church girl and confessed my sins
And asked the lord can he forgive me for the things I did
I think of my children, so I call this girl up
Hello, is ya free in other words can I..
What, I mean can I see you later on a date
She said it was all good, so I guess I see you around 8
Grab my strap then i'm out the door
But before I go, Silkk sideways to the store
Walked in the store and grab some sheeking
Cause later on that night a brother went deep in
Woke up my sleep by some suckers dope, left on my answer machine
Why you stood me up
Pager keep going home but yo it ain't mine
Grab my clothes didn't waste no time
Left it like that, like a real G should
So next time, it'll be all good
[Chorus x2]
[Silkk]
No a nigga can't trust no chick
A nigga can't trust a bitch
I can't trust a bitch as far as I can throw 'em
And that's about the same length as a nigga blow 'em
X to the next, no love just straight sex
And when i'm going diving I got to have my latex
Just to let you brothers know, don't put you life in these hoes' hands
Cause nigga can't trust a hoe
[Master P]
Can't trust a hoe or a nigga or a bitch Silkk
The game is crazy but that's just how the cards are dealt
I went to jail, you think this bitch love me
She used to write me, say she thinking of me
But she don't try to play me like a punk
But I refuse to be some garbage in a garbage dump
She met another nigga now he's getting paid
They try to play me like a old dirty fade
But I can't be faded, pre-meditated
Kill a bitch and fled with the babys to another set
Smoke 'em like a cigarette
Cause I'm in here deep like a bullet-proof vest
So I'm down for the count like who ride
Ain't nothing but my nina on my motherfucking side
It aint a bitch, got 17 rounds in it
Don't give a fuck about you hoes
cause I'm a run a fucking clown with it
On the set cause i'm a G bitch
You try to play i'm a play you trick, cause I'm deep
Fools gotta creep,
that's how it is from the 95 to the, 2003 motherfucker
Can't trust these old dog-ass hoes out here though man
You know what I'm sayin'
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
Yeah, but I can't forget about my motherfuckin ??? bitch
out the in motherfuckin Kansas
Livin' like a gangsta
Another hoe in Cincinatti you know what I'm sayin'
That's realer than real
A bitch down there in Colorado
Even got a bitch down there in Alabama fool
Milwaukee, Miami
I took one ???
[Master P: talking]
Yeah ha, I could never turn my back nigga. (Never.)
I could never forget where I came from.
This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers. (Master P.)
Native of New Orleans. (Louisiana)
All you TRU Soldiers.
Give it up for Richmond, California. (Puttin 'em on the map.)
Put em up, represent, where you from? (Westside, southside.)
Check out some of this down south shit though nigga.
You bout it, I'm bout it bout it
If you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout it
I represent where them killers hang
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got are own name
It's a small hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers aint got shit up on my neighborhood
I represent nothin' but G's (G's)
From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans
That murder capitol of the world so fool watch your back
The mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it back
And niggas aint trippin' on yo life G (Life G)
They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3
So give me your gold chain, what bout your gold ring
Niggas down south quick to put you in that body slang
I mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bag
You aint thank quick, that's why you on your ass
And niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin shit
You roll through the projects you might get your wig split
Mr. crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter
You best not fuck with them fools that gone on that water water
I mean that clicker juice (Dang), fermaldahide (like dat)
Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuck
They leave you stuck in that muthafuckin' black truck
Break you off like some muthafuckin' Japanese (damn)
Aint no love in this hood, aint no love for G's
And these niggas killin' bitches too
And these bitches settin up niggas cause don't give a fuck about you
You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause I'm bout it bout it
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you know they bout it bout it
And that Fourth Ward is bout it bout it
I mean that Fifth Ward, and Tenth Ward, you know they bout it bout it
Twelfth ward, bout it bout it
And that Thirteenth, Seventeenth uptown, downtown, across the sea
Bout it bout it, cause we bout it bout it
My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they bout it bout it
Bout it bout it, I mean we bout it bout it
King George, TRU you know we bout it bout it
Silkk, you know he bout it bout it
My manager TC, you know he bout it bout it
Big Ed, bout it bout it
Sonya C, you know she bout it bout it
C-Murder, bout it bout it
Mr Serv-On is bout it bout it
Mo B Dick, you know he bout it bout it
Cally G, K-Lou, bout it bout it
Craig, you know he bout it bout it
And Mia X gonna kick some shit she rowdy rowdy
[Mia X]
I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas that I'm bout it
Comin from the Crescent, testin nuts
And eady to bust some of those who doubt it
I'm rowdy as the fuck, hoes you best be backin' up
From this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado
Brings drama, either way I have to do this
So break your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this TRU click
The bitch you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face
Cause Mia X will finish first in this grand diva race
I kick your earholes laced with my pimpstress funk
Punks playa hate beacuse they shit be bump
But I dunk a niggas head into a toilet full of piss
Cause in this drama field, fool we aint takin' no shit
Downtown Sixth Ward left feet on guard
Seven Ward hard heads, niggas out that Saint Bernard
Ninth Ward pressed for desire and Florida, New Orleans
So bout it every day we comin harder firewater
Got them niggas gettin' high off my floss, gumbo
Regreet em plus my ate two fate got em payin twenty bones
So bring it on cause I gotta recognize
No Limit and Mia X, nigga flex if you bout it bout it
You bout it bout it, yeah I'm bout it bout it
And rest in peace my girl Jill cause she was bout it bout it
[Master P]
I mean she bout it bout it, she was bout it bout it
Them niggas from No Limit Records, you know we bout it bout it
Master P, you know I'm bout it bout it
The whole New Orleans, them motherfuckers are bout it bout it
Baton Rouge, you know they bout it bout it
Jackson, Tennesse, you know they bout it bout it
Alabama, even Georgia
And all you other motherfuckers down in Southside Florida
You know they bout it bout it cause we bout it bout it
>From Richmond, California to Oakland, they bout it bout it
Cross the bay to San Fransisco, to the Eastside
Huh, you know they bout it bout it
Down in Kansas City, you know they bout it bout it
Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, they bout it bout it
Mean Green, you know he bout it bout it
Craig Street, that nigga bout it bout it
Rock Raines, huh, ya know he's bout it bout it
My nigga Vercy Carter, you know he bout it bout it
Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya bout it bout it
And all them niggas Uptown fuckin' bout it bout it
All them niggas bootin' up with that gold
Bout it bout it (bout it bout it)
Them niggas bout it bout it (bout it bout it)
My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace (rest in peace)
Young nigga, he was bout it bout it
Bounce bounce bounce fool if ya bout it bout it
Yeah, f you bout it, say you bout it.
Being about it means you down to do whatever.
You bout it?
This for all ya'll niggaz dat TRU to the g-zame.
From Master P and the whole TRU click. It's time to hook ya ice
cream up and turn it into candy.
[Mo B. Dick:] Oh!
[Chorus I:] I got candy!
Mo B. Dick: I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend
I got candy!
Mo B. Dick: I wanna know
If you feel it, too, just like I do.
[Silkk]
I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sock
Pause for a second when I see the cops
Rocks of candy, whatever you wanna call it
But when I get you hooked, it's like a muthafuckin alcoholic
I stay ??? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster
Candy I have move em fast like ???
Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack
9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back
Whole bunch a niggaz, and just one fiend
They come to me for less cut, cause I boast bigger cream
And them fiends come back cause they understand me,
I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy
[Chorus II:] He's got candy! Yo eyes roll in your head,
[Mo B. Dick:] You toss and turn in yo bed
Cause I only sell the best to you,
[Mo B. Dick:] Indeed I do!
Simply put I'm the reason why
[Silkk:] Why?
Everyday you get high,
[Mo B. Dick:] Real high!
And you know I got that crack for you
[Mo B. Dick:] Indeed I do!
Just for you
[Silkk]
I'm sittin on the post, choppin game with this bitch,
I see ya later ho, I gots money to get
Cause as long as a fiend with dream, I got cream
Money moves everything around me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ??? with a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and parlour
On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow
My money makes stacks and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay bills
And these niggaz can't stand me
Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like grass
Cause I'm a stay hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch,
Because it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, I got
candy
[Chorus I]
[Master P]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke weed cause I'm a drug deala
I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla
7 grams for $2.50,
Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me
I keep a stash for the drought,
But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my mouth
My homies use code names,
Like L.D., Big Champ, Slim, T Dove, and Big Mann
I take penetentiary chances to make a livin,
Every 1st of the month, is like Thanksgiving
Fiends hug me like they miss me
Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me
I get my candy from California by the keys
Ship it in boats and trains back to New Orleans
And open up shop like Mr. Rogers,
But sell mo hits than the Dodgers
And fiends holla "ungh!" cause it's all good
From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood
And when you sellin candy trust nobody
Cause niggaz even snitched on John Gotti
Niggaz stay TRU to the g-zame,
Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game
And never go to the fedz on ya folks
Cause punks get fucked with the soap
[Chorus III:]
[Mo B. Dick:] I got that real good cocaine (cocaine) each and
every day, All real TRU soldiers, on these streets I gotta get my pay.
My game so tight, So good, so good, yeah!
[Mo B. Dick:] Cocaine, he-roin, that fire ass weed
Values and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. Oh!
[Silkk The Shocker]
Look, for real, you need to stop calling me with that bullshit.
Somebody tryin to make money, make it happen.
When you get your shit together you can hollar at me.
Look.
Now I don't know why you keep playing all these childish games
You older then me so why the fuck you keep playing
Not the chick I thought I'd see, thought you would be
I know that's you cause your number keeps showing up on my caller I.D.
I can't even go on the road without you all on my shoulder
Talkin bout giving an autograph to a chick you like,
why you talkin to them hoes
Like all that extra buggin
If you trippin you can leave
cause you know that I don't need all that extra luggage
Just leave, pack your shit up, aww fuck all that extra hugging
I can, because that's why I got all these extra cousins
I'm a thug and I stay thugging
I hold grudges, that's why I never ever talk to my ex in public
Now we supposed to be just friends, now you getting all possessive
All agressive, I'm like chick, just pause for a second
See that's why I was kinda scared to hit the skin
Cause I'll be mad as fuck, I come back, you left and hit the Benz
You say you got pictures of this chick who I was walking with
Talking with, now you on some old stalking shit
Now first place I don't want you, I talk to you to get close to your friends
You know what, I gotta short temper, you just getting close to the end
Now what
[Chorus]
He don't want you no more
Cause I never let you do the things that you think that you'll do
He'll be out the door
Cause he see's that your the kind of girl that shows up to no good
[C-Murder]
Man, this girl crazy.
What, what.
Now when I first met ya I told ya that I had a girl
But you overlooked that, all you seen was diamonds and pearls
You wanted a nigga in the spotlight with money and shit
So you can run and tell your girls you my honey and shit
Looking for the finer things but I'm just sexing you up
You keep on calling, huh, but I keep hanging you up
Your girl told my nigga that we getting engaged
I felt played, I didn't know that you was sick in the head
To fall in love with a thug and now you hating my boo
You should have listened to your friends and don't fuck with TRU
And I was just a little horny and you looked so good
With your pretty face and ass made me wish I could
Fuck you and your girl if yall down with that
I told you that I was a dogg and you was cool with that
So dry your eyes, I'm out the door and quit sweating my show
I told ya, like a man, I don't want you no more
[Chorus]
[Mr. Serv-On]
Say boo, it ain't like you was with me when I was serving fiends
So I don't owe you shit, right now turn in your jersey, you ain't on my team
So what, got tired of scratching on my S
It wasn't like that when you was at my hotel biting on my chest
When I met you you was still breathing for another
I let you wear my tank, excuse the first couple of calls to my baby's mother
Now it's am I married or do I have a woman
You was never mines in the first place so why the hell you fussing
I hear our names going big in the beauty salons and nail shops
I told ya, keep it between us or we gotta never stop
But you couldn't keep your mouth closed
So guess what, take all your paper boo and make your way to the door
See me, I ain't with that he see or she saw her with me shit
So if you see me don't play me like no bitch
So when it come up to this and I'm goin do what I gotta do
I'm a take it to mines so stay TRU, what you wanna do
See y'all niggaz think I'm tripping cause I'm on that doja
See y'all true niggaz
One reason I'm spiitin this game to y'all niggaz
Nigga cause I want y'all niggaz to watch ya motherfuckin self
Motherfuckin F-E-D's be followin niggaz out in the projects
All in a niggaz car, all on planes and boats
Just like deez niggaz and deez hoes
Tired of motherfuckers followin me man take another route
Nigga somebody else, keep ya eyes open fool
Chorus: repeat 2X
I always feel like somebody's watchin me
I'm paranoid I can't sleep I'm in this dope game
I think these hoes and these niggas out to get me man
I ain't never had nothing in my whole life
I'm from the ghetto grew up on eggs and rice
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep cause I done stole a key
Peep out the window unmarked car after me
My little homie down stairs hollerin 5.0
But I ain't runnin from no motherfuckin white folks
I got the A-K spray hit the window (lay it down) duck
So nigga holler god damn, hit him in the trunk
The dogs chase me but a nigga ran through the back
That's when I seen Dope and Willy in the cadillac
They said P where ya going man get in
Put the gat to his head said interstate 10
Play it off, play it off while I do a trick
Take me to the project to meet my bitch
100 g's, 2 keys, and a bullet-proof vest, like
Billy the Kid I got some pussy and headed to the West
Chorus
I was pullin up out the driveway
car been parked since Friday
I looked and look back it wasn't there
but I saw him followin on the highway
And I today know that I'm gonna blast
See I don't know who's in it cause the cars windows were tinted
And I be seeing shit that ain't it ain't there
But I be seein shit, I be in places without even bein seen there
But be seen in places without even bein there
And it seems like I'm in a different time zone
This dope game got my mind gone got my mind gone
Be having nightmares in the day, I be woke but I be sleep
I looked at Shock the nigga but I turned around and it was me
It got me noid, it got me noid
It got me noid, but I ain't paranoid
Chorus
I beez more paranoid than a fugitive
because I choose to live pro life
when it comes to mine my Ruger 9's on cock
for all them haters with the scandolous plots
The red dot marks the spot for my nineteen shots
But I forgot the way they did ya boy
That's why I'm never on the streets without my plastic toy
They wanna trap me kidnap me duct tape my mouth
Torture me until I tell em about my man and point the dope house out
I used to be about the same drama game
That's why I'm two steps ahead of you gutter brains
You know the name Mia X the biggest momma
Ghetto Sara Lee at the store
Betty Crocker when I choppa fo' sho'
The evil eyes be watching cause niggaz be always
tryin to get in the best players spot and knockin
motherfuckers head off and Kris Krossin
Throw in mo salt than Martin
When it rains it pours, horns with the rough tones
They try to get me slung on my back
got to watch the jealousy acts so black
My eyes be in the front and the back and the sides peepin
for all them crooks that be out creepin
I feel they watchin me
They watchin but true soldiers don't die they multiply
Keep an open eye for all them haters
Chorus
Chorus
[Chorus]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x
Is there a heaven for a gangsta
[Master P]
Grew up in the ghetto raised by a killa
TRU across my stomach
your neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me crazy
I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady pregnant with a baby
2Pac said is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for most my life
done sold my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See death around the corner
My time to go I'm ready black
Cause I'm a soldier gone off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high roller
So when I die put me in a pine box
Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And open up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me Lord tell me
[Chorus]
[Silkk]
Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches
Git me blasting til its the mothafucking last nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a nigga ??
So living gangstafied and gang banging
You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
if they had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies
Dice game every hour
For the gangstas money and power
Rewards for niggaz that's bout it
Extra time for busters and cowards
Cause every nigga on the block I know
will be living in mansions and riding old school
If I was born to be the fucking president
everythin I ride would be on some gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait
Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay bout it
Swamp niggaz,
TRU Soldiers
fill your head with lead
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a must so I bust
Your ass be on the run I can't keep bullets up in my fucking gun
They ask me why am I so sick,
its because of my click
Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz that took the stand
Lord forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no killas standing next to him
So I'm a hustle and sell my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me
[Chorus x4]
hit the block Lexus truck slangin ice cream
a million records sold , thats why yall know P
came up on hard times tryin to make ends
2 stones to my niggaz thats dead and in the pen
the ghetto wont change , they label me the dope man
I slang raps but the feds think its cocaine
tap my phone , these hoes wont leave me alone
nigga gon legit , so stay off the ding dong
independent , thats why they hate me
a million man ghetto march for Master P
so fuck rap pages ( dont know )
yall didnt want to see a nigga make it off the streets
thats why you'll never see P on MTV
top 40 , but niggaz yall know me
number 1 in every mom and pop and billboard record store
so fuck yall playa hatin hoes
gimme a pen , a pad , and ill make a hit
show every nigga in the ghetto how to get rich
cause yall dont know what go on behind closed doors
white folks pimp niggaz like hoes
but tru niggaz , say fuck that
you owe me money , its time to meet the chrome gat
I got the drank , finna tomorrow I take a piss test
and I know my probs. want me to go back
an ex-con addicted to gangsta rhymes
last year I caught a bullet but it wasnt mine
time to go nigga on dead row , or should I say im stuck in the ghetto
[Chorus:]
[x2] Just a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , you would understand if you
from the ghetto man
[x1] its a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , these niggaz got me caught up in
this ghetto thang
[Silk:]
see I aint got no money up in my pocket
how the fuck ima stop it
ima get the glock and cock and plug you like a socket
see game get deeper but yall dont feel me
telling me to gets up out the game , get a job
I shouldnt rob a nigga , I might kill yah
see up on the block I rides deep on gold thangs
these niggaz be trippin up on my shit and they'll jack you like it aint no
thang
see im from the city where niggaz be salty and they stay faulty like wires
and I aint seen a gangsta retire yet
on a bet , threw my cothes up on the floor and I sweat
trust nobody cause these niggaz today will smoke you like a cigarette
now bet , rest in peace to all homies that didnt make it
took life for granted , an I panic while seeing niggaz with ski masks
we blast with ski masks and bust a cap into they weak ass
everyday struggle and I stay hustlin like a pan handler
fuck it if I took a chance to get dead like cancer
I betta not chance it
slik , just another nigga tryin to make it up out the ghetto
[Chorus]
[Big Ed:]
got a hold on me , jealous fools wanna roll on me
will I die or will god just let me be
fufill the prophecy reach my destiny avoid the burial plot
unlive the ones that got popped
I got a son but she says that it isnt mine
Im 24 and since birth ive served hard time
in this concrete jungle , a war zone , many of my peers die
finally made it back home
self preservation is a thing for me
duckin and dodgin bullets stone faces on the ones who pulled it
I promise my mama I wouldnt die before she did
I got my life right got my wife and then my kids
but everywhere I look I see sadness
imagine tryin to raise your babies in this worldwide madness
Intro:(Master P)
Ha hah
Master P
Silkk in this bitch
This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood, nigga)
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
It's nineteen ninety scrilla bitch, I'm up to no good
And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)
By selling the motherfuckin lemonade
Chorus:(Master P,Silkk Da Shocker)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Verse 1: (Master P, Silkk Da Shocker)
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and Louis, nigga that's my designer
Stone age slangin, space age hustlin
Sendin fiends to da moon, me and Silkk just ghetto hustlin
Ya'll oughta know, ya'll must be off some dumb shit
Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, nigga, back out the back route
I stacks trip til I trip, pop the clip when I smash out
Puttin in work for some pamper money
Sellin fiends them gummies, mouths full of fifties and hundreds
But ain't stoppin til I fall on my knees
And be up the next day wit ghetto cheeze
Servin fiends dem double-ups and bubble ups
And meet me at the front of the block, nigga to get some bubble up
Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Pullin all nighters, I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Verse 2: (Silkk Da Shocker)
I flip D like a light switch
Games short like a spike, bitch
You ain't got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight bitch
I gotta be cold like a snake cuz nigga these days I playa hate
But I keeps that nine by my waistline
Everybody quick to dump a million like pimp me from the bassline
Fuck I ain't askin fo shit
I'm gonna make mine, I gots to take mine
And have OZs like the wizard
Cut keys like some scissors
Cold like a blizzard
Slimy like a lizard
Cause fuck it, Ima dump em
And then I'm a stump ya
Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin
But I be dumpin, nigga, frontin fo my yayo
For sale ?? time fo my ghetto cheeze
Nigga, I'm bout my mail
Chorus: (Master P)
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Verse 3: (Master P)
Takin penitentary chances but fuck the warden
";Nigga, yo son need a new pair of Jordans";
You see the shit a hustler go through
"; Oh yeah, pick me up a DKNY purse boo";
The ghetto pharmacist I'm on the grind
Open like 7-11, 24-7 Times
Makin Scrilla, Scratch, tack, and paper
36 OZs into 1 key fo paper
";Would you kill for me";
If that was my dope they took from you
";Now would you steal for me";
If a nigga try to steal from you
I be bout whateva
We be da Bonnie and Clyde done came up togetha
You be draped in gold, I be ridin a Roles
You be in a BMW, That's how we roll
Side by side, Hoo-ride
Down fo whateva, Did it from the south side
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Outro: (Master P)
Ha hah, pullin all nighters nigga
It ain't no motherfuckin limit to this hustlin we be doin
Hu Nigga be hustlin
24-7, 365 in a motherfuckin year
Ha Mothafuckers, Fiends They be doin shit like this
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
But niggas like me and Silkk up to no good
Huh, Slangin stones to dem bitches
Space age hustlin huhhuh
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
Huh I be makin this ghetto cheeze, huhhuhhuh
Out of motherfuckin green wood
Recognize, Playas fo life
All about the cabbage and cornbread
Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla
That's ghetto cheeze nigga
[Master P]
Yeah heh heh
Y'all ain't think I was gonna make somethin' for y'all
Funky hoes this year, this is for y'all pussy poppin', shake that ass
Goin' to the club, borrowin' skirt, goose neck
Once a month draws changin', funky ass hoes
Yeah y'all funky bitches heh
All y'all bitches tryin' get me for my money
Y'all gonna end up with nothin' but dick and pounds of milk bitch
Ha ha yeah, I done hooked back up with my little cousin Mo B Dick
Y'all might know him as pullin' rank
But we 'bout to do this shit
We layin' the beats down real thick
And I'm about to get nasty stupid with you funky hoes
[Master P]
I'm jumpin' on you bitches cause you hoes got me mad
And all you money hungry hoes y'all can kiss my ass
Tryin' play a playa for his wallet like a bitch
I told you all you mother fuckin' bitches suck dick
Cause all hoes suck dick
[Mia X]
You ain't talkin to me
[Master P]
Yeah I'm talkin to you bitch
But your pussy fuckin' stank
And stop washin' your draws in the motherfuckin fish tank
You need to get a life, go find a job bitch
Stop suckin' the nigga dick just to get your nails fixed
How many licks in a mother fuckin' lollypop
She'll call you Maxwell
Bitch will suck me till the last drop
Don't blame it on the drank and the weed bitch
You and Harry are gettin' on your fuckin' knees trick
From your sister momma auntie daughter G
I know your ass back in the mail for me
Now your hustlin' bustin' your ass for shit
Cause ain't no nigga in the hood gettin' your hair fixed
You're just an old perpetratin' dick suckin' bitch
And i'm a let you hoes know who you fuckin' with
That M-A-S-T-E-R to the P bitch
Fuckin' with us killas
I'm a drop you to your knees trick
Think your ass played me like a mother fuckin' dog hoe
I'm a leave your ass dropped dead on the floor ha ha
[Chorus:]
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Cause a bitch will tell you anything to kick it black
[Silkk the Shocker]
Once a hoe, always a hoe
How you gonna tell a nigga you don't suck dick no more
Shit, you bitches know y'all hoes can serve that
Talkin' bout I don't do that type of shit
How many times a nigga heard that
Yeah I'm a pay you some money but ya gotta wait until the mornin hoe
But I'll be like sideways before you start yawnin' though
I don't love these bitches, I never did, never will though
We gonna put it down me and P on you clown hoes
Doggin' bitches from the South to the West Coast
Havin' hoes stuck like some dope-fiend without a dope
Don't ask Silkk for shit
cause I ain't got nuttin' but dick and some bubblegum
Fresh out of gum she gonna want some dick
Come over here and get you some
[Chorus:]
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck you funky hoes
Cause a bitch will tell you anything to kick it black
[Mia X]
I've had just about enough from you immature shit talkers
Claim you pimpin' hoes and reppin' on your dicks
But really bustin' nuts like water, balloons in your hands
I gives a damn about you cum catchers
And I betcha thought that it was just another dog a bitch rhyme
But Mia keeps it on her mind and I don’t mind tryin'
A whole heap of niggas runnin' off at the pussy eaters
Sisters don't give a fuck about you and we damn sure don’t need ya
Frontin' ass always tryin' clown
But be the main mother fucker havin' dinner downtown
Mounds of niggas talkin' 'bout who got a funky cat
But that’s because the fact is that their nose be in the crack
Yeah reppin' on your dick bitch you needs to be smacked
Cause doin' that ride is like sittin' on a Tic Tac
Black mother fuckers always quick to trip
But know they came up on welfare and shit
Food stamps, medicade and commodities
Section 8 in projects so how you knockin' me
And claimin' you don't trip bitch you know you breaks me off
Before you give your boys or your messy ass moan
At salon shoppin' mall and nail shop here I go
Once my pussy hairs leave your teeth lookin' like a piano
So, I don't give a fuck about them niggas
Talkin' that shit cause you know you gonna pay a bitch
So playa you can talk what you want to yo niggas
But when it all boils down you know your
bitch ass gonna pay a bitch
I said I don't give a fuck about you niggas
-Yo, Big Mann, what's happenin?
-Just out here chillin, dawg
-Shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about?
-Nigga, I'm out here reminiscin, lookin around, nigga
-Reminiscin on what?
-Bout how shit done changed, dawg
-All these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, Daniel
-Damn, bro, this shit daily, constantly happenin
-So what, we next or what?
-Nigga, we tryin to come up and raise them little ones
-Well, let's find a way out this shit
-Well, let's do dat there
[Master P]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the dirt
Ain't no love in New Orleans,
All the way to Richmond, California
niggaz livin for ghetto dreams
And the ghetto get so crazy
I seen a little bitty baby suckin on daisies
Caught two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown show
Witches in the St. Bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd Ward
9th Ward and niggaz claimin 10th Ward
All my homies be dyin Down South
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
I'd rather die than go to the fuckin pen
My partna Bos looked to my eyes and said, "Nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in this dope game"
So we jumped into this rap game
And laid it down to all my killas
that tried to teach my nigga the game
Cause once you gone, ain't no comin back
Talked to Randall and T-Dove
they say, "P, the streets ain't all that."
I mean the Calliope projects done change
Right from Roges Tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin bubble ups
Big Mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up
And with this new wave dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make some change
But Down South my homies dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we ain't buyin
[Chorus: x2]
Who (2Pac gone, but what rapper) gon be next
To take that final ride (I hope it ain't me who)
Get cashed like a bad check (slammin cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they should be 6-0's
[Silkk]
I often wonder wonder if there's a heaven or a hell
Rest in peace to my niggaz that died
Too bad when they died they couldn't come back and tell
If they really is another side, I seen his mother cry
I just wanna know where he went when my cousin died
That last step, then it's yo debt, yo last breath
then it's the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be here
Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear Polos
I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned John Gotti had went in the chamber
Moms say my days are numbered cause I live wrong
Even Scarface made a song, gangstas really don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac like Outkast say
Ride on them thangs like Mack 10, from back side to side like U.G.K.
Convertible Lexus like Eightball, MJG
500 like my brother Master P, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave yard
Who gon be next...to take that final ride?
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
I done seen mo crime than a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen more death than God
Just last week a nigga got shot up and burned
But me I take heed to shit like that, and I learned
How can I not end up like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin)
I hope you feel me, cause I feel the pain of others
I feel for every nigga that got to go on without they brother
But like the game, what goes around comes around
Next week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That could be yo mama cryin in that steeple
Better yet, that could be you mornin the death of yo people
In the hood, I'm known for peelin caps, so I'm a cap peela
The police know me for sellin drugs, so I'm a drug deala
I reverse the game cause ain't no love for a black man
13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin a stand
It's a never endin game of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for that final ride
[Chorus x2]
R.I.P. 2Pac, nigga, Eazy-E, Segram, Mr. C
and my little brother Kevin
Miller, and all ya'll TRU niggaz and bitches
that done died out there on these streets
and took that final ride
y'all niggaz ain't forgotten
Cause TRU niggaz live forever
TRU niggaz like us
Ya heard me? It's real nigga
[C-Murder and (Silkk the Shocker): talking]
Ha, ha what they say Mia (Drug dealers)
Talkin' bout No Limit sellin' dope
They got ki's all over the country
CIA, Feds, tap our phone, harrassin' us (Fuckin' with us)
Know what I'm sayin', but guess what...
[Chorus: Mia X]
If them feds only knew
That you were the one sellin' all the dope
What would they do
If them feds only knew
That you were the one holdin' all them ki's
They would probably kick in your door
They would probably arrest you and steal all your dope
So you should be glad that they don't know
Cause now you don't have to worry
[C-Murder]
I'm talkin' to them F-E-Ds, police harrassin' me,
But let me tell ya partner, you ain't never cared for C
I'm under surveillance and you done tapped my phone
But I'm not Michael, why don't you leave me alone
And stay away from my residence, lookin' for evidence
You act like a brother tryin' to kill a fuckin' president
Ya never find shit my game's tight like the Bulls
Like a full tank of gas, my bank account's full
Word on street, C-Murder sellin' ki's from overseas
What you wanted, nigga please
You plottin' on a playa like a money hungry bitch
Mad cause a nigga went from rags to riches
Slammin' Cadillac doors, it used to be a Regal
Stop lookin' for drug money cause now my shit's legal
If them feds only knew about my deals under the table
If them feds could only see I got mo' clients than cable
They'd probably kick, in my do'
And put me face down on tha motherfuckin' flo'
And take me to jail but I'm out the next day
Cause niggas with lawyers and money, don't play
D.A. tryin' to tie me to those underground casinos
Want a connection to the Mafia in Reno
Every step I take, every move I make
Ya punk motherfucker be watchin', fuck y'all
[Chorus: Mia X]
If them feds only knew,
About them thugs on the grind for you
What would they do
If them feds could only see
How you be gettin' ki's from overseas
They would probably kick, in your door
They would probably arrest you and steal all ya dope
So you should be glad that they don't know
Cause now you don't have to worry
[Master P]
Unnnggghhhh, they call us drug dealers, what about the police
Just the other day my lil' homie scored a quarter ki
From the feds, tags got my phone tapped
Niggas went to Florida, the homie got kidnapped
Now the game is crazy, sometimes it's hectic,
Make me wanna jump in the Benz and ride up to Texas
And ball with the niggas in the country
It's 1997, I'm tryin' to have hundreds
Stacked higher than buildings, flip it into millions
Roll into zillion, off ghetto children
Plushed out Lexus, niggas playin' taxes,
Mansion with a Ferrari but the game is still hectic
Niggas bout to turn to snitches, money-hungry bitches
The Dayton Family said FBI, we call em' robocop snitches
Got me stressin' smokin' weed to keep my nerves calm
And I'm livin' in this rap game like Al Capone
[Chorus: Mia X]
If them feds only knew
That you got politicians on your payroll too
What would they do
If them fedz could only see
That you got CPAs watchin' all your cheese
They would probably kick in your door
They would probably arrest you and steal all ya dope
So you should be glad that they don't know
Cause now you don't have to worry
[Silkk the Shocker]
Now what if the feds only know, seek out the Southside soldier
Post up, sold more cola than Coca-Cola
Now picture this, me ridin' in the drop-top Lex
On the block with ya glock then I roll up with the tech
See I leave em' twisted like a Twizzler
My house have mo' stakeouts than Sizzler
But they don't understand man, keep em' puzzled like the Riddler
And first thang first, if worse came to worst
Catch me in the Lexus, I use mo' rent-a-cars than Hertz
They can't understand how they had but I still got away
License plate out of state, in Jamaica the next day
Ain't tell the camera, caught the scanner
But I was ballin' in the manor
Nigga what now, peace I'ma get away in Louisiana
That's why I stay more untouchable than air y'all
They had me tapped
But that's why mobile phone get mo' time than airports
To them ATFs and Feds
Y'all understand I stay one step ahead
If y'all only knew
[Chorus: Mia X]
They would probably kick, in your door,
They would probably arrest you and steal all your dope
So you should be glad, that they don't know
Cause now you don't have to worry or do you
[Chorus x2: Silkk]
Times are shady for a G
The streets got me crazy, trying to stay free
The ghetto raised me, I can't sleep
Once citizen as a baby, now look at what ya'll made me.
So don't judge me
[Verse 1: Silkk The Shocker]
Don't judge me on how I dress and the niggas who I hang with
Just cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, I'm on some gang shit
Used the hood for us wealth, It got that good for myself
Think about all these niggas in the hood couldn't help
Now I expect ya'll to doubt me
Cause my own family doubt me, told me I'll never amount to shit
They probably fight, cause all I wanna do is go ounce to bricks
Hang around with the clique, probably catch me bouncin the six
Go to a party at night, find some tight,
probably leave the party with a chick
Now as a kid ain't the same thing come back, remember when
Is all my four-five pourin' liquor out on town
while I reminice about my friends
Trying to avoid penetentaries and cemetaries, ain't no fucking fun
They got are hands up on the gun, they got a nigga up on the run
Trying to forget the bullshit, gotta pull quick,
my enemies know me, I know them
Always left on the field, death is always there, I just never know when
So till you how I live, you can't judge me, on the streets you love me
You can make me famous, till a never change me
Still live dangerous, how is it you blame me
What
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Popeye]
I take what you want, suppose every individual thug
See a nigga walk away, delay the miserable drug
Nigga we burnin' every bridge in the city, committy prisoners
Suckers who took a pistol in hand, my shit be vicious
I travel with the narrow shit, you follow within the gun play
Pretty future for none of us, make it before the sun lay
Cause living off the pistol pull, pull its to murder they farm
Back up within the halls of they Calio, pistol kate warm
Today storm between the dark earth, inside the gun flame
Presence so close to touching us all before the sun came
Supported smoke rise above us, burning my energy
Open triggers receiving whatever my father sent to me
Cause living got the weather flow
We raise our kids beside the better grow
You better leave, you better let her know
Keep a focus, part in your vision, inside the Lord
Hanging within the trigger my nigga, cause time is hard
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: C-Murder]
My life ain't the same, I want change, I maintain
So much pain got me praying, and constantly saying
Don't judge me, just trust me, sometimes just hug me
How come these niggas mug me, why don't these niggas love me
The ghetto raised me so don't blame my people
Cause ah from day one ya'll know ya'll never treated me equal
It's like my skin tone had ya'll mind gone
Gave me a bad name like dope, like I was herion
Ya'll feel me, damn they kill me, left me in the streets to die
Till the day I wonder why, I even open my eyes
It's like I'm cursed cause I had to snatch a purse to eat
They wouldn't give me a job so I took it to the streets
And made a dollar out of nothing, not even fifteen cents
Sleeping, pillow to post, wishin' bad luck come to an end
It's wicked how these streets turn they back on you dawg
When they the main motherfuckers that made you fall
Don't judge me
[C-Murder]
What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin shit
I'm not gonna send niggaz out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself BITCH!
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck with TRU
It was a dumb move nigga
Mow I'm fuckin wit you, now try your lives
while I put this fuckin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to leave us alone
How many niggaz got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherfuckin hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't shit with your clique nigga
To me you a bitch, I'm a real nigga
Jumpin your shit fuckin you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs
It's all on you, check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but TRU C-Murder Bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch I'm rich nigga you know my motherfuckin name
Big bee hive boy and P and Bossalinie (Bossalinie)
on the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood nigga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your fuckin mouth and I'ma take you for a ride nigga
Fuck what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherfucker (nigga) don't fuck wit TRU
[chorus]
I told you motherfuckers don't fuck wit TRU
It was a dumb move nigga, now we fuckin wit you (don't fuck wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this fuckin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to leave us alone
[Silkk the Shocker]
I told you niggaz don't fuck wit us
Now I'm makin you niggaz gettin clowned
Tell niggaz is bitches
some of y'all niggaz be pissin, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know what I..
do to y'all (ooh) my crew ball
And plus bitch look, we do it all
I don't fuck wit (who) him
and I don't fuck wit dogs
So what the fuck you think?
If you fuck wit him, I'm gonna be fuckin wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back nigga
and I'll bust ya all
I ain't give a fuck what ya name is
I ain't give a fuck what y'all call
Niggaz wanna probably just... bust for fun
Niggaz ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
Niggaz is way down the street talkin bout what the fuck y'all done
at the most niggaz, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then I would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, shit y'all still would hit it
[chorus]
[Master P]
TRU niggaz gone ride wit me
The ghetto's the NBA and I'm the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the South to the East
You the Beauty I'm the Beast
Fuck these niggaz they know who P
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla Hoody Hooo and my niggaz gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
and y'all haters, y'all can't hold me
Niggaz rappin bout niggaz on records like the 80's,
nigga y'all niggaz phony
[Master P singing:]
Tru niggas love weed and hoes
[Silkk talking:]
Yeah nigga
Shit's real in the streets.
Shit's real in the city.
Everybody out there.
Ya'll know it's real. (Whomp!)
Tell em how we live in the city.
[Verse 1: Fiend]
Fuck excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense
I aint had shit, it's a New Orleansas ax accent
Laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word
Didn't think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb
Nerve, my word sent in my earb,
getting excited to make your money what its worth
Nigga act like you aint heard, Sleepy Eye is the tone
Get It On Jones, about to bring it own home
Ship me then I'm gone, workin best for the loan
started with a song, longer money and roam
Fuck anything wrong, you certified gone
I got one lil' homie that'll take it to your nose
[Chorus: Fiend]
It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? We got gangstas in our city
bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me
It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? We got gangstas in our city
bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me
[Verse 2: Silkk]
I hop out the blue jeep with the two seats
The drama don't stop thats why I cock at least two heat
All with the slang, all my niggas deep in the game
we keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that I claim
Nigga I'm just so bad, I rob a bank with no mask
Amung killers and dealers all my niggas about that toe tag
The life style I live nigga is so fast,
If the rap ever stop I never go broke nigga I got dope fast
or forward, never go backwards dont never drink
have money on machine, and make sure that the dope addict
from the smallest to the biggest, till check that nigga
Thugged out, ghetto star, livin' legend my nigga
Find me in the projects in the center of the mix
nigga what dirty south represent it in the middle of the bricks
nigga fuck see I love hip hop,
a nigga like, fuck that cause my family gotta eat
shit its like fuck rap
[Silkk talking:]
Shit you know it's real out here
niggas need to guard they grill out
Surivival of the fittest my nigga
So hound tell these niggas what the motherfucking deal is
[Verse 3: Full Blooded]
You motherfuckers aint smelling what?
Ghetto star committing felonies,
runnin through your shit squeezing my shit in your belly
Ribs showin', eyes glowin', I lie stunned no [???] one,
when I lie crimes form,
I'ma dogg motherfucker I done tooked the route,
my dogg told me not to take watch them take me out
Got me running closer to demonds
Motherfucker, bloody rum, got me lookin at ceilings
Hear me [???] at the sounds of the church bell
twenty white guns salute with hounds doggs on my trail
got me, face down in the mud and shit,
fucking with out my road dogg they done drugged me bitch
[Master P talking:]
All man cut the motherfucking lights on
it's christmas in the ghetto
fa la la la la la la la
it's christmas in the ghetto
fa la la la la la la la
dealers bakin, fiends are waitin
fa la la la la la la la
it's christmas in the ghetto
fa la la la la la la la
christmas in the ghetto just ain't worth shit
tell santa claus he can suck my dick
I guess I get the same fucking thing I got last year
sittin in a bird dog drinking beer
I don't have a job, no food, no fun
but I got the dope, 3 ki's and a gun
so I tell the fiends to me on the block
open up shop and start sellin rocks
I'm making big dollars off these motherfucking fools
if they wanna jack, then the money's in my shoes
now here comes a dope fiend begging for a hit
saying can I please get a 50 dollar fix
he showed me the money, then I went for my stash
got the motherfucker a big 50 dollar bag
the man said freeze and my mouth just dropped
the stupid ass nigga was an undercover cop
yea I was mad, but I didn't want to run
starring me in the face was a big black gun
now it's christmas eve and I'm locked behind bars
sitting in a cell looking up at the stairs
reminiscing about my kids with tears in my eyes
thinking to myself I just want to die
living in a house with no food, no heat
it may be cold but hell is the street
cause the place I'm from Santa don't leave gifts
in my house Santa only shoplifts
holidays in the hood ain't no motherfucking joke
when people all around you is starving and broke
cause if you black and poor, it's hell
you only hear gunshots, you never hear bells
so if you got a way out then go
cause it ain't no fun with christmas in the ghetto
[Chorus]
this christmas ain't it, I ain't got shit
waiting on santa is like waiting on a bitch
now I'm going to the mall to get the fresh gear
I'm from the projects, I've never seen a reindeer
stick em up, stick em up, boom
now you're doomed, I guess my present will be you
now you know I'm jackin
nine I be payin for the gas cause you know I ain't actin
some say I'm the grinch cause I don't play
how could he do this fucking shit on a holiday
cause when I look I see reflections of me
kids in the ghetto never had a christmas tree
hand-me-down clothes for the new year
the rich drink champagne, the poor drink beer
no christmas cards, just a letter saying the rent late
my little brother wanted a bike, he got skates
now I don't give a damn, fuck Uncle Sam
I thank God for the turkey, last year we had Spam
looked out the window, what do I see
dope dealers running from the police
welfare cuts was the last line
sent many people to the god damn soup lines
homeless people with no shoes on they feet
in and out of cans trying to find something to eat
I reminisce to the people that ain't here
hoping to have a better fucking New Year
dope fiends selling t.v.'s and sweaters bro
but I ain't tripping cause it's christmas in the ghetto
yea, merry motherfucking christmas
this EA-Ski and The Real Untouchables
enjoy your motherfucking christmas you broke bitch
cause christmas will never be the same in our black neighborhood
so I'm saying outie 5-motherfucking-thousand
and we out of this bitch
oh,oh,oh yes
all you broke motherfucking rappers out there
making all these tapes
you broke bitch you can't buy a god damn thing this christmas
cause you done sold out you cunt
yo man hold up (what?)
what about the 3 days of christmas
oh, okay man, i forgot, let's do this shit
C cut the music off
on the first day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me
a t.v. and a bitch from up the street
on the second day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me
2 VCR's and a t.v. and a bitch from up the street
on the third day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me
3 stolen rings, 2 VCR's, and a t.v. and bitch from up the street
[Chorus x2]
Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don't know the game 'till you fuck
That's how it goes
[Master P]
Young nigga tryin' to get rich
Posted up with this shit
On the grind tryin' to slang that muthafuckin' shit
Servin' the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
[King George]
Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him Betty Crocker
[Master P]
Cause he got the bacon
[Big Ed]
You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho
Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager
Cause it's all about the skrilla, nigga
Pockets gettin' bigga
Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger
[Silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas
If I were a football player, i'd probably be Lawrence Taylor
Blockin' these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know Master P's got it goin' man
That's why I fuck your bitch, but she ain't shit
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick
But you cause you lame
But like Ice Cube said, "Let's cut out the little man"
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain't a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool you got love for me
But there's always some sucker talkin' 'bout wrong P
You need to jump off that glass dick
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh
Cause that hoe shit won't last
[Chorus x2]
[King George]
Comin' from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead bitch
Flip pure game, like the Og's taught me
Tryin' spit game when i'm talkin' on a for-ty
[Chorus x2]
[Big Ed]
It's nothin' but the G in me
I have a question
Big Ed is on a funky G lesson
Now, how many G's in the house tonight
And how many G's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a G thang ba-by
I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me
Nigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it
Always wearin' Nikes' cause I just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce
Get you drunk like some liquor
Gotta ???
Cause he's rollin' on my ???, like a weather got my action
Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson
So nigga
Who ride, I ride, slide
[Master P]
But they can't touch ya
[Big Ed]
With my TRU niggas on my side
[Master P]
And you know I got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
[Chorus x2]
[Silkk]
A nigga tip toe through the do'
You know I'm bout 6'4" plus mo'
So I had to get low
And niggas lookin' shady
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older
Y'all bitches better pay me
You want me to say it's all good in my hood
Well I can't
And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin'
Cause it ain't
I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin'
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin'
[Master P]
Yeah, T-R-U, all about the paper chase
Young Silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey
[Silkk the Shocker]
Seems it's a trip what niggas 'll do
for a grip in this day and age
See I be tryin' to get paid and
keep my game sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in somethin' tight
like the Coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' while they glarin'
when I hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a motherfuckin' grip
it's about that time
I got my hand upon my nine
plus my money be on my mind
Stay away from these niggas
that be shady like a tree
I try to show 'em love
and get ta thinkin' they can be me
But a nigga I'll blast you
if I have to(why?)
Because cash rules(damn)
[Chorus]
[Silkk x2]
Another day another dollar
I'm all about that money an power
And if ya feel me then holla
if you can't you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that I make
It's a day another dolla
another dolla another day
[Master P]
Dolla dolla
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all...x3
Dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all
[Silkk the Shocker]
Bitch I'ma G nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall away
(talkin' gangsta shit)
And still cross-over like Hardaway
I do more pimpin' than Scottie
A nigga fuckin' violent,
plus i'm silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas show
they don't understand
Cause if I don't die or
go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, I'ma be tha man(damn)
And I be quick to hop in
some gangsta shit(like that)
See if I had a quarter
for ever nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be rich
Kinda had flow ons
them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With my clique right behind me
nigga you know, just where to find me
Just tryin' to get a buck,
comeup on the cut before the taz hit
But I been in this game so long
shit, I done mastered it
By any means
the more fiends, the more green I have
I just kick back
and watch them, go out and get tha cash
and then I laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all about my paper
[Chorus]
[Silkk the Shocker]
I stay TRU to tha ghetto
even if I make a mill'
Cause that's the only place I can go
when I'm broke and I keeps it trill
You besta believe
how I be about my mail(what?)
Whether it be sun out,
rain, snow, sleet, or hail
You know I gots to, watch my back
and be 'for shure black
(they can't fuck with you)
Beacause it's a proven fact(what?)
that some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be major
they trip
Cause how can I have a grip
and only be a teenager
You know they can't fade me
but they will try(nah they can't fuck with you)
Even though I wear a vest
and two straps you know I'ma still die(damn)
But until then I'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no turnin' back
and ain't no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't take nothin' with me
so I guess I'll be a dead G
And ain't need for cryin' over me
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Heh, young Silkk
T-R-U, heh, we 'bout that money
tha paper chase you know what I'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, it's all real
We all 'bout tha motherfuckin'
dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage
[Master P]
Inside the ghetto you see kids with no shirts or shoes
and no sweaters, and life is kinda cold,
little kids withdirty pampers and a god damn runny nose
and moms never home, never really had a da
now what really going on?, now what should I do?
my little brothers stomach growling in the god damn rich do
searching in the box for something to eat
knowing there aint gon be a god damn thing in there G
in the middle of the night it get strange
sister baby keep crying they want milk man
but she dont give a damn
she's out tricking for a hit dont give a fuck bout little sam
and all night long the neighbors fussing my ear to the wall
he beats us up and 2 hours later come the police
instead of helping honey rather fuck with me
its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep
now whats really going on G?
[Big Ed]
Man this police fatality gotta stop ma
cause brother aint going out like Rodney King no more
[Master P]
Little Sammy grew up to be the neighborhood dope dealer,
big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life
going to jail cause sam was just another night
money and dope was a trade
but not enough money to save this motherfuck's age
mama did sam like change
started ganking his own people like in the dope game
and I better run out to a quarter
that little sam wont live to see tomorrow
and the government really dont gives a damn
cause every neighborhood you find a fucking sam
its some little kid with no pride
but not enough education to survive
a lotta people in it to win
dont a damn about the lives they lose in the system
It's a shame, black politics and government
damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate,
so who are you going to judge when we all make mistakes
so I just move on
you cant stop a nigga from writting a bout it in a song
and I aint the one to get fucked
in other words you mess with P its like pressing your luck
and I'm getting paid,
and I aint gon let you treat every damn black man like a slave
and if you do your wrong, now what really going on
[Snoop Talkin]
Yeah
Alot of people always ask me ...
Snoop Dogg ... What it feel like being on No Limit Records ?
How that nigga P treat you ?
What C-Murder and Silkk the Shocker like ?
Nigga let me tell ya somethin
[Snoop Dogg]
Fancy cars, big ole rings
Pushin the dope and I don't mean cocaine
No pain, no game I struggle for mine
I hustle for mine and that's all the time
I b-ball wit P, C, Silkk and Serv
Went to my homies from the CP Third
Southside niggas on the west coast curves
We givin up love, while we blazin up bud
How yall fell about that No Limit shit ?
Big Snoop Dogg you know we rock that shit
Well put on yo jersey and yo mothafuckin tank
And show yo golds and crack some hoes
We closin down shop but the game be sold
Imma have money even when I'm old
From a G to key when u fuckin wit P
Somehow someway got to get the money
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Hell yeah it's a beautiful thing
Yeah yall it's a beautiful thing
No Limit it's a beautiful thing
Yeah yall it's a beautiful thing (TRU, TRU) ( Can yall dig it ?)
Yeah yall it's a beautiful thing
TRU it's a beautiful thing
No Limit it's a beautiful thing
[C-Murder]
Snoop check this out
Me and my nigga Snoop shootin dice lookin fo cheese (for keys)
We get high cause we keeps that bomb ass weed
And fuck them otha niggas (why ?) I'm ridin wit Dogg (Dogg)
And I'm 6 ft tall (tall)
And a couple of a calls (Calls)
And bookoo broads (Broads)
And bookoo hoes (Hoes)
And bookoo shows (Shows)
And fat optimos (Optimos)
Tru playaz for real, run up you gettin killed
Make the wrong move and I'm tying yo shoes
Mac down south nigga wit the Cali boyz
And like Roy we totin them plastic toys
(Beach) On the beach droppin nothin but heat
From the L.B.C. to the CP3
I love this shit like I say in bed
Its like 2 bad bitches givin u head
Snoop in the tank countin nothin but bank
What yall thank nigga ? It's a beautiful thang
Bou-Bou-Bou-Bou
(Bounce dat ass)
Bou-Bou-Bou-Bou
(Bounce dat ass)
Bou-Bou-Bou-Bou
(Bitch bounce dat ass)
Bou-Bou-Bou-Bou
(Bounce dat ass)
[Chorus]
When you see me in da club
(Bitch bounce dat ass)
When I catch you in da tub
(Bitch bounce dat ass)
When I catch ya at da pad
(Bitch bounce dat ass)
When I catch ya down bad
(Bitch bounce dat ass)
[C-Murder]
Yall know when Im in da club yall know what im lookin fo
lookin fo da bitch wit da biggest butt
a down south bitch, a gold mouth bitch
a bitch that'll make mah pockets rich
wit da G-strang drowls holdin on to da walls
plantin dat ass right on a niggas balls
you give her a drank and watch act wild
she got more trick den a little bitty child
all mah niggas in da back
niggas in da front
and me bout to smoke from da mothafuckin blunts
im gettin high i really cant lie
i wanna fuck da freak wit da tat on her thigh
fuck yo baby daddy you can ride in mah caddy
i kno you wanna fuck cuz you lookin right at me
so bitch get yo mind right i kno down bad
lets go to da crib you can bounce dat ass
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
Take it off, break it off, shake it off
HOODY HOO!!
girls in da club showin us
and da homies wit da big banks
couple dollas fo da fish tanks
thug girls wit da G-Strangs
squat it down and make yo knees sang
see dem papa's like to ride it
and dem strippers work yo body
kick yo legs like karate
and say wut up cuz we bout it
(UGHHHH!!!!!)
get down if you rowdy
if you a freak den shout it
HOODY HOO!!
[Silkk The Shocker]
Once apon a time in a crack house (a crack house)
a nigga was chopping up a key (a key)
It was drought season (season)
And everybody was fiending (fiending)
So they had to come and buy their dope from me
It all started back in the crack house
When I was counting up some dope and some mail
Now beaucoup pagers for sale
But I ain't have no more fucking yail
I had to get me some more
But all the dope is stupid move kinda slow
Black Adam we gonna go bust down in Texas
You know that's where I get my dope at
Taz was sweating kinda harder
So I took that plane ride to Georgia
But just remember that I was sitting on that thang
And that half that I got down in Florida
I had a bird but I chopped it up and I put it down to rocks (rocks)
That's when I make my come up, I hit my fucking block
Fiends was constant fucking sweating, now get out da door
I chop dimes to nickels, fuckers wanna see me chop some more
10's grow to 20's, 20's grow to 50's
We need some yale, holla at your nigga
Or just come and get me
[C-Loc]
Dear God can you hear me
My love for money's gonna kill me
Ya got me selling crack to the children
And its a shame cuz I love how I'm living
Peekin out the window, tryin to cope with a run of that indo
Parinoid as the fuck while I'm breaking down this kilo
Like some money to be made, ain't had dope in four days
As the fiends knock I keep off the block till Mr. gets paid
Selling phat packs, when I first react it's like dat
Pay man in flat
Throwing this block of dope trying to make my money back
Front you something bitch, front me some dollars
But if you ain't got no G's, shit nigga I can't hollar
Cause way down in the Bayou swamps
When niggas quick to get with some funk
This hard as the fucker come up
So the last thang I need is a begging motherfucker
Stay strapped up, whenever if you will get tapped up
The dope gang, fuck
I live for it, nigga quick to kill for it
Made 10 G's today, bout to get up and outie
(Loc, why don't you let your bro hold ten dollars)
[Big Ed]
Most fools be tripping swaring that they got your back
But so so funk sure they running faster then Flo Jo
Like a hoe and now his boy is like hung out, strung out
Shots rang out, the jackers left him laid out
Now you decide to come back after them fools leave
Scream your boys name, tugging on his buddies sleeve
[Silkk]
Couldn't understand it, took it for granted
Left for gone when he panicked
You can hear his mom cry as his body hit the canvas
A six tre rolled up with the lights dim
Then he broke, in his voice bullet meant for him
Suckers be bouncin' when the funk flow
But if you rolling with me there's one thing that I gots to know
[Chorus x2]
Would you take a bullet for your homie
I got trust up in myself cause most these fools are living phony
[Big Ed]
The B-I-G E-D is going out like a G
And my partners behind the triggers are on the side of me
So if it falls out, brothers I'm going all out
So tell my mom I love her if the game takes me out
Cause I'm real for the TRU
My love is running deep for the family I would die for you
Big Ed is scared of dying yo that's sort of true
But I would rather die then to let somebody kill you
Cause I know my nina be singing busting caps on nizzide
Tizzide, homocide on them bustas
Be the only thing that will make me feel all right
I'm down to go I know these suckas are aiming for my chest
Be aware of my Smith and his partner Wes
But if I'm gone G I guess I have to go G
Just pour some liquor on the curb and remember me
The B-I-G E-D, the real O.G.
The ace that laid down and took a bullet for his homie
[Chorus x3]
[Silkk]
Would you take a bullet now let's just face the facts
There may be consiquences, uh, and you may not be coming back
So before all that on the line think about them times
And if the bullet was for me would you take mine
And for my homies, we drank, threw up, grew up and played together
We goin' die, we goin' get shot but we goin' stay together
A pint of gin as I reminisce on my ace deuce
A real G that laid it all down for his crew
I could still see it just as plain as day
Lying in the street before we die that what he said
Told me to stay strong and give his mom a kiss
RIP, definately goin' be missed
So for all my homies I did dirt and put in work
I'll take a bullet for you homie even though it'll hurt
[Chorus x2]
[Big Ed]
Silkk would you die for me, i'd die for you fool
Lay it all down for the T-R-U crew
That's how it's gonna be
[Silkk]
No that's how it's gotta be
I got love for my folks because my folks got love for me
A G, see, the youngest in the crew
Tatoo across my stomach got T-R-U
When I'm rollin' up on them B's with my G's I'm never tripping
[Big Ed]
Big Ed is on your side with that nine
[Silkk]
And the pippen
[Big Ed]
The kamakaze, these suckers really don't know me, the O.G.
Rolling with King George, Cally G, and Master P
And uh, C-Murder, Silkk, the real untouchables
Down to die for all but much quicker to bust a hoe
Now you know that's for show are you a real G
[Silkk]
You say you a kill but would you take a bullet for your homie
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
Yeah yeah fool check this out though
The game ain't even the same anymore man
The game gettin' thick you know what i'm sayin' nigga
Its gettin' to thick that means it time to get out
You know what i'm sayin', it ain't even cool though partner
I gotta say RIP to Kevin Miller my little brother man
I'm gonna see you in the cross-fire fool
Plan B, Gangsta Earl, my little partner Vernell
Y'all goin' be missed though man
This defenately for all you players out there you know what I'm sayin'
I know y'all out there rollin' one of those big fat ass phillies
You know what I'm sayin'
Getin' high, rollin' with your partners
You could be rollin' with a bitch you know what I'm sayin'
You should look that motherfucker in the eye you know what I'm sayin'
Ask that motherfucker is he down for you, is he TRU to the game
In other words, would he take one of them 44's you know what I'm sayin'
One of them Mack 10's, one of them Tre 8's or somethin' like that
[C-Murder]
who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga
the one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger
the cops wanna ask me, wanna harrass me
about this dead body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk then your wrong
cause in the ghetto, snitches dont live long
so Ima mind my own and keep stiffing
and dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon
my kids still ringin from the gun black
because it all happened so fast
I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven
another black victim of 187
his mom might be crying but she aint shocked
her son lived and died by the fucking rock
and thats how the story goes
everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's
but ill never help your ass in this game nigga...
Who's Da Killer?
[Master P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap
and walk through your hood with my mug on
call me master p or call me Al Capone
a nigga with no heart
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
pushed up the street by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam
and ever since then Ive been crazy
step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies
cause Im quick this in that ass to the county
and while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty
from the corner to the hearse and that assed up
put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck
eliminating fools like a sewer rat
and floss my 380 married to a mack
and that ill be a Mack 10
so when i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in
[Big Ed]
late night in the cutti time to have some fun
got a page on my beeper it was number 1
reached for the mobile phone got it down to
tuner called my lady "Yo, whats going out?"
she asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
do you have your motherfucking gat?
yeah im strapped, and i ran around the block
then she told me my my older brother got shot
I got to the house and I opened up the door
and there was my brother lyin dead on the floor
and it has me tripped, my ace got popped
cause they caught his ass slippng
creep through the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back
seen some niggaz up the block, released the saftey
oh when I leave someone is going to hate me
boot it up take every fucking nigga
out for revenge trying to find out whos da killer
[King George]
All the way to the county thats were they had me
they sent player one trying to bag me
they keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
he got the word from the order i was a bad dude
in the sell my mind did the linger
I keeped yelling im a fucking rap singer
but nobody listened to a fresh fits convicts
They bust me off like there ears got sound sick
back to the saga coming from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin bell yell
I got involved in a scabble thats a fist fight
when the foo bust out with a knife
he started swingin i started ducking
started moving It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I took a ride on the
C-2 sell block
I stay strapped with my rock in a sock
waiting for a foo to come when its my way
sell lurked through you motherfucking didy date
then he came promise he was down with the linching
tear gas had the whole floor clinching
I couldn't breath I was lying in my tin bed
when a goon grabbed me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his fucking shoulder
I said Bitch you let me die like a soldier
damn it was a trip King George could think
all my boys on the motherfucking paint
everywhere I rome every all dead bodies
god damn I was like John Gotti
locked in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but nobody saw the killer
[Silkk]
you should of know your fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I aint playing with a full day, and my minds about to click
I walked out the house to see if this shitwas fucking TRU
two slugs to the dome and his face was all blue
retalliation fuck the penitention fucking gamble
garb the tech, pump the facing amble
called up my boy cause niggaz say some
where he at?, Richmond jumped in the prowler
rolling slow rolling slow, rolling fucking slow
cut the lights off cause there the nigga go
rolled on the set grab the mask point the tech out
its a driveby sprayed the niggaz house I was
letting em go you should of seen
but in the process I cut a motherfucking slug
dead up in my chest, cops chase me investagating
a dead nigga, I gave the cops the alias
now whos the fucking killer
[Calli G]
Calli G chourned out by society
I used to have a 95 even bitches find me
so I refuse to be a stray for the white man
so when you see me its a gat in my right hand
Neighborhood Dopeman
nigga from the base so you know me selling cocain
you fucking with the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and your whole fucking crew
so here's a last thanksgiving foo
no turkey cause you wont be living dude
you catch 17 rounds from my cap peeler
no when this is, now whos the motherfucking killer
[E-A-Ski]
a foo got smarks so they calling me the trigger nigga
po po's got a snitch trying to frame me as the killer
interigating me and I got them foo's spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, then its a must that I fuck with you
cause killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the county
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause bout a nigga like me
if I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo creep
cause I be damned if I tell em my self trick
some niggaz ill sell you off like pussy on the bitch
but anyway, back to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory
no evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga that was snitching
ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i mean a nigga thats spook
try to hide but everybody know he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the snitches missing
they found a nigga dead, with two to the temple
somebody put that boy to sleep
gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet deep
it might have been me whos know nigga
[Intro: Master P talking]
New No Limit up in here (yeah, a haha)
Represent!
This goes out to them boys (in Texas)
With the motherfuckin golds in they mouth (Georgia)
And them girls (Arkansas) with them golds in they mouth
(North Carolina, haha)
Louisiana to Alabama to Mississippi (get buck)
to Kentucky (throw 'em up) to Tennessee, let's roll
[Chorus: Master P]
Where you from nigga? (WESTSIDE NIGGA)
Where you from nigga? (EASTSIDE NIGGA)
Where you from nigga? (NORTHSIDE NIGGA)
Where you from nigga? (SOUTHSIDE NIGGA)
Where you from nigga? (WESTSIDE NIGGA)
Where you from nigga? (EASTSIDE NIGGA)
Where you from nigga? (NORTHSIDE NIGGA)
Where you from nigga? (SOUTHSIDE NIGGA)
[Verse 1: Master P]
I'm straight from the streets and I'ma tell it like it was
Represent this bitch for the Crips and the Bloods
With niggaz on the block, with them automatic toys
And them niggaz in the game, that's still makin noise
I'm straight from the swamps, where them gators they'll get ya
The Calio projects, where the boys they'll hit ya
Don't come around here playin, whoadi it ain't a game
In broad daylight they can still call in your chain
I'ma country boy, but I don't ride on no camels
I'm in the Bentley Coupe, 24's spinnin the saddle
I'm from the city - that's shaped like a boot
Where niggaz are bankin, when I ain't talkin 'bout hoop
Where they gone off that water, and they shootin that legal
Nigga die in my hood, they arms the size of Vin Diesel
And the streets is real, I've seen little kids get killed
And if you take a loss motherfucker, you ain't real
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Halleluyah]
Yeah, where you from motherfucker, throw your hood up high, nigga
Let me see you pump your sets in the sky
If you reppin the southside, then please let me know
Either your rockin with the Lou, Florida, or the NO
Fuck it, let's together like all of us kin folks
And hit the game together like all of us pimp folk, yeah
You get your chin broke, you playin with No Limit niggaz
You think this shit joke, we show you ain't no gimmick niggaz
Macks and nines that'll clap your spine
Need a quick reaction time, when you step outta line nigga
Ridin on 24's, what we specialize in
TV in our lap, fully loaded while we drivin
Gold teeth, good Lord chickens lovin our slang
And we hold heat for war, niggaz doin they thang, mayn
So get it up, if ya hood what ya brought up
Take a bloody Mary straight to the mouth, ya heard?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me start by sayin off the bat nigga, I don't give a fuck
I'm in a project with all my jewels on, like "HA NIGGA WHAT"
I'ma real nigga, y'all niggaz scared and frail
I'ma gangsta, I ain't never been scared of jail
Only problem with jail nigga, is that I'm losin my time
And now it's boxing, no more me usin the nine
Or usin the tech, I gotta get my jab game up
Stick and move, you know, nigga learn to use my left
And while I'm here, let me make a few things clear
If I'm in the building, it's at least 85 million up in here
And Shocker name hold weight, like the Governor of Louisiana
And y'all got problems, once he get out the slammer
I'm like "Nick," last name the way I keep me a "Cannon"
And I'm rich, like nothin for me to do, but drive by in the Phantom
I'm from the dirty, ya heard? We do nothin but ball here
Ask my block with the rock, I'm the "Truth" like Paul Pierce
You know where I'm from
This is for all the Gs out there
We 'bout it, 'bout it
And G-ettes, I ain't forget about y'all
Gold look like this here
Today I have a half an ounce
Tomorrow I'll have a ki
And if you trying to get some ice cream
Won't you call me or won't you beep me?
Looked out the window
It must be the giggidy first of the month
'Cause everybody in the ghetto is smiling and dressed up
Little kids having fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walking up, talking 'bout it's all good
See I'm a G, [unverified] I got that 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, that I C E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz and Big Man
My little homies posted up
Some hang, hang and some slanging, others gang banging
I'm trying to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay Tru 2 da game and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
'Cause I done made a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
And serving fiends, A 1 yola
And still trying stay true with my first meal
'Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And staying Tru 2 da game is a part of life
And if you don't, player, you might lose your life
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothing changed but my bank account
I'm still the same
Trying to have things major, they can't fade me
Cash the chips like casino
Today I'ma keep it real and chill
And get blitzed like Marino
My girl be fussing, she be tussing, constantly bugging
Asking me why I be hustling
I got money to make, so motherfuck it
I'ma keep it real, if it kills me
Y'all gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball 'til I have it all, I want the whole while
If not, I don't want none
Why I hang with the same ol' niggas
That's what they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks free
I gots to stay Tru, fool, about my motherfucking mail
I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be visiting me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next year 'round this time
It's Silkk up on his pager
(Then ask me)
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothing changed but my bank account
I'm still the same
Bustas can't see me, they blind, I claim Tru, I thought you knew
My foes catch elbows 'cause I'm on 'em like a tattoo
Man, I'm laying low like the eyes of a danked out China man
Staying gangstafied while I'm trying to make a million
But politicians run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat
'Cause they both gonna try and stop this
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But I gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothing changed but my bank account
I'm still the same
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep
And let her live in peace and stop spending
A hundred Gs up in her sleep
When will it stop
I guess when they leave me lying on the block
With tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughing at crooked cops
I guess I'm doing what I gotta do
As long as I stay Tru, until they put me through
I know it's a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
I'm Tru 2 da Game
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothing changed but my bank account
I'm still the same
Still the same, Master P, the whole Tru click
(Y'all gonna feel this)
Tru to the gizame
(Tru to da hood)
Money can't change you, it just can make you
(Never forget where I came from)
No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers
(Independent black owned)
And the West Coast Bad Boyz
And I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
'Cause they ain't Tru 2 da game
I could never forget where I came from
I'm from the ghetto but I won't ever change
'Cause I'm Tru 2 da game, believe that
Keeping it real, keeping it real
Never sell out, can never sell out
[Master P]
T-R-U
Silkk, you in here?
No Limit 4 Life
I got this, see this
I got the hood on my back nigga
Walk with me
[Chorus x4]
Throw your rags in the air, we back my nigga
I can smell a championship like Shaq, my nigga
You bitches try to stop us, You hoes, you can't harm me
The New No Limit is every street nigga army
[Master P]
My pops told me "Fall off your bike, then you get back up"
Represent your hood, nigga throw your shit up
You don't snitch, you go to jail, thats the codes of the street
They got a gun to your head, want chu to talk, man put me to sleep
Before I tell war stories, or snitch on my homies
Testify in the court room, man these niggaz are phony
What happened to old days? Nigga die for iron
I know some niggaz in my hood that'd fucking tell on they mama
I only roll with a chosen few, a chosen crew
Like Boz, Hot Boy, Drumma, Afficial, Diesel, and Hallelu
You gotta respect the niggaz that stay silent
Like Corey, El and Vee, my niggaz on Rikers Island
Them niggaz that ain't gonna represent No Limit
Like Longhead, Paul Hall, Meat, Marlo, and Jimmy
C-Murder doin a bid and didn't do the crime
You see my niggaz don't snitch if they life on the line
[Chorus]
[S-Flames]
Ay look
I never liked the navy so I joined the army
Been rocking my soulja rag since they made atari
Won't speak to bitch niggaz, don't like it to draw
I got an eye problem, can't see me fucking with cha'll
I know I said it once dawg before but now I'm sayin it clearer
If you wanna see a snitch bitch, look in the mirror
No Limit is the army, We some soldiers til we die
Pistol Pete give me the word, you know I'm gonna ride goodbye
[Desperado]
I enrolled in the army, I ain't looked back since
I was on the block long like ten sharp prints
Used to hustle off the porch, we ain't have no fence
Mask on, no gloves, they ain't have no prints
Nigga I turn a slice of bread into a loaf
We live death before dishonor, I'ma stick to the oath
It's a fact, the fiends want needles and smack
I'ma hustle until I got more diesel than Shaq
[Chorus]
[Yukon]
Errbody listenin so I put something in they ear
They think P Millers just something that I wear
Yeah, its the connection that we got
Thats real enough for us to come out the booth
And make it best to the block
So why stop when we got everything move along?
Hear me speak more than once, its usually a song
And eventhough we in the playing field
They say a ball or car won't kill you but a hater will
My meal ticket just starting to cash in
Breathin, keep moving when I'm on my last wind
Everybody start from the bottom
Til you find yourself chasing everything til you run into problems
[Halleluyah]
I got street credibility, every hood, they feelin me
Every good deliveries white tan, them christmas trees
I right hand religiously beat down my enemies
Peep how I end it these weak lames listen
I speak flames and lyrically heat brains
I'm physically untame
You need a little more help mayne
Cause this 45 unlocked and aimed
My gun cocked and banged
This shit is bad for your health mayne
[Chorus]
[Master P]
I know y'all street niggaz out there
Appreciate a nigga coming from the motherfucking hood
And doing something else
But y'all young niggaz thats taking the game and fucking it up
Nigga I was out there hustling before most of y'all motherfuckers was in school ya heard
Kids under me, churn, glorifying getting shot, Real niggaz dodge bullets
Banging on wax, Man niggaz down in the hood behind money
Motherfucking the rap game, fucking it up
then the snitches fucking up the dope game
We gonna bring the shit back to reality though, ya heard me
I don't know if you listening but
I got so many questions I don't know where to start
(Well, why don't you start from the pain)
(That runs deep in your heart)
(Is that you? God is that you? It's me)
Is there a heaven or a hell, if so is that theory true?
(Yes, my son)
Why go through so much?
(It's a test, my son)
So I guess it was you when [unverified]
Gave me the last second to run
(Yes)
And I don't know why I shed so many tears
Forgive, my God, I haven't been to church in months
(Aww son, you haven't been to church in years)
Sometimes I rob, steal and kill, just to eat
I popped him, I don't know if I killed him
But somebody died in my building D
(He's here with me)
You think you can forgive me for my sins?
If so hold up, another homie died [unverified]
You think you can forgive me again?
(I don't know)
Sometimes I feel like death is chasing me
But just ain't catch me yet
I'm wondering if he is going to catch me
When I stop to catch my breath
They say days are cut shorter from the things that you did
And if so then why take the kids?
(Hold up, hold up, my son)
Huh?
(It seems like some puzzle to you)
(If you got something to ask me, ask me)
Why is it racism? Where did drugs come from?
Why is it so much death where I live?
Whose idea was it to make guns?
(Y'all)
And why my grandparents was slaves?
And why is is diseases with no cure like cancer and aids?
Why is it rich and poor?
Why is it a death row?
(For real)
(That was y'all I ain't have nothing to do with it)
(That was never my will)
And though I try and do everything
I just wanna know if it is worth it
(It was)
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing it all
Sometimes I just don't feel like I serve my purpose
(Keep your head up)
Nigga scared of the past
All my homies wanna know but scared to ask
(Tell them to ask)
God everybody for they self
Sometime I don't feel like I'm all alone
(Feel you)
Don't worry 'bout me if I have to go
So watch my brother them when I'm gone
And what about when I couldn't pay my bills
I was almost kicked out where I lived
(I just wanted to see if you'll break)
And everything happened at the same time
(I just wanted to see how much pain you can take)
And you must know my lifestyle
(I do)
Knowing I can't change my life
(I don't want you to, do what you gotta do)
(Anything not necessary you'll pay the price)
So why did my homie die instead of me?
(Because I had bigger plans)
I don't understand
(I'll explain, see I wanted you to grow up)
(And be a better man)
I wanna know, how you determine
Who dies and who stays living?
(The day I made the world my son, it was written)
Look I gotta couple mo' questions I need to know
(What?)
God, can you tell me, when is it my time to go?
(Everything goes silent)
Where you at? I wasn't finish asking you
A gangsta prays for another day
Even though he lives wrong
Trying to live this way
A gangsta prays for another day
Even though he lives wrong
Trying to live this way
A gangsta prays for another day
Even though he lives wrong
Trying to live this way
[Chorus x2: Silkk & Mo B Dick]
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (TRU niggas ride dirty an stay strapped)
Every time I think about the times you did me wrong (Pop goes the nine)
[Verse 1: Silkk]
See me an my click
we be hoppin outta Range Rover
everyday Taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, barely missin Angola
On the run, it's hell
fresh outta jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip in
I said niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
Yall trippin
yall gave my hommie 25 with a "L"
but the nigga that killed my cousin, yall let that nigga out on bail
So I say, fuck this
and I hit the corner on the streets
keep my nine up on the seat
and hold my nine like a G
Cuz I'ma hustle 'til I fall
I'ma have it all ball
fuck them niggas I have nine up in my draws
No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like what
keep my nine, cuz its the only thing I can trust
An every since Ice Cube said, it's really been a trip
I'd rather be
judged by 12 than be carried by 6. That's why its...
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Master P]
Picture me rollin, rest in peace Pac
I'm ridin in my 500 S-E-L strapped with my plastic glock
Me an my bitch, we be hella tight
Fit in the palm of my hand
but I ain' t trustin a nigga tonight
I ain't walkin out the door unless I got my bitch
my American Express, nigga, this will be it
seven-teen kids to tag along
Hollow tips, black jack, call me Al Capone
But I'm dirty like Harry
I keep a 9 Millimeter cuz I ain't gettin buried
My glock be special like Ed
all yall nigga ain't strapped
might end up in the body-bag...
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Kane & Abel]
Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the Lexus LandCruiser
Best of slow ya roll hoe
'fore I put some holes through ya
Boo-Yah, my fifty Calliber got niggas runnin back to Africa
Bitch banged up my passport so I'm swervin in my Acura
Grabbin on my dick
smokin the shit
momma kicked me out the house
I smack that bitch
Now I'm skandelous and rich
Mia-X said we got it tweekin
them niggas tweekin
No Limit got some gangsta shit for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans
New York to L.A., Miami to Atlanta
black talons from my nine got them dancing the Macereña
Little kids in my hood slang dope an talk shit
by some violence, brah
pass the silencer, pop that bitch...
I'm in my Navy Blue Beamer suckin on weed
Holdin the streets
as we brain off that vodka
we're still in the nigga chopper
Gun slangin with pussy juice on my trigger finger
its Kane an Abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
Check it out playa
Nigga gotta protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrilla
Nigga ya need to grab ya motha-fuckin nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes
Cuz nigga only got 1 life to lose
an a nigga gotta protect his own, playa
Nigga, live eye 4 an eye that's how TRU Niggas live
An if yall real bout the situation
nigga, trust no mutha-fuckin body
Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend, nigga
Cuz ya enemy might be right next to you.Huh, remember that playa...
Pop-Pop goes the nine, nigga
But TRU Niggas ride dirty an stay strapped
An we Bout It
[CMT]
Yeah bitches.
We got the motherfuckin niggas from Cali, ya know what I'm sayin?
E-A-Ski, Rally Ral and Master P.
But yo Ski.
Kick it like this G.
[E-A-Ski]
A nigga don't get no respect
Unless a motherfucker gotta come and snap some necks
So I play that game like it 'posed to be played
Cause Ski and CMT is not the one that's gonna daze
Yeah I see niggas jockin niggas like a bitch
Just cause the punk made one local hit
Even my homies get brainwashed by that shit
The look at me and say, "man Ski is doin it"
Fuck all that, I ain't givin up props
Until I hear the motherfuckin nigga album drop
So I get pissed and take it out on wax
And think how the fuck they sign this one dimensional artist to a damn
contract
But life moves on, huh
And while it's movin I write about it in my fuckin songs
I pack a nine double L just incase
I talk shit and they wanna front me to my face
Punk niggas wanna get respect
But disrespect, but it don't even work like that
It's all about the mighty dollar
Whoever controls the dead presidents control the power
So watch your back in this game see
Cause niggas get lame see, but they can't fuck with me
I might be humble but I'm only givin ????
So motherfuckers can't jack a nigga from Cali
[CMT]
Yeah bitches just like that, ya know what I'm sayin?
But yo, another nigga from Cali.
His name is Rally Ral.
So yo Ral.
School these motherfuckers.
[Rally Ral]
When will motherfuckers learn, fuckin around with me you get burned
It's all a battle brother, comin up on it firm
Nine one was the year for school
And nine two's for rules
And nine three's for rulin
Huh, any motherfucker out there
You keep fuckin around I have you rappin in a wheelchair
Cause Rally Ral don't play no way
I'd rather slay a motherfucker like all day
So I'm a rock it on till the end then
It's a neccessity for me to keep lendin
Funky tracks for the wack to improve on
Listen to the nigga Rally or move on
Because I got rhymes for the young and old
I got a style for the middle class and low
Whoever said that Rally Ral couldn't deliver
I have your fuckin ass goin up a river
Just like a boat goin mainstream
I have your fuckin body doin the same thing
So now you know not to fuck around with Rally
A nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga from Cali
[CMT]
Yeah that's a nigga you don't wanna fuck with but yo.
This is another motherfuckin nigga from Cali.
Master P.
So yo P.
Do me a favor man.
Slip it.
[Master P]
Slip in my motherfuckin [???] feelin fucked up
Three niggas from Cali in this game and done came up
Livin but never givin and givin but steady livin
And droppin more motherfuckin shit then a stage of pigeons
Rollin, three niggas we hella deep
??? the gat in the hood when you know me
The M, the A, the S, the T, the E, the R
And if you fuck with the P
You won't live to see a month cause I'm a nigga out the game
Makin that bank, I'm from the motherfuckin bay so I'm fuckin with dank
And if a nigga cold run up he get's done up
Jacked for his motherfuckin daytons cause it's a come up
California, the state of the homocides
Niggas into bangin and doin fuckin drive by's
So welcome to my motherfuckin hood bitch
I told you last year that P don't take no bullshit
And if you run up and run up and run up and run up and run up
Bam motherfuckin punk you get done up
Huh, in other words you get tossed like salad
C tell them who we are
[CMT]
We them niggas from Cali
Yeah bitches.
E-A-Ski, Rally Ral, Master P.
Comin up for the nine two, know what I'm sayin?
You stupid ass bitches.
Can't fuck with the
The niggas, the niggas, the niggas from Cali
[Master P: talking]
Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats
For your ass
[Chorus x2]
The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman
It's a risky business, selling that cocaine
[Master P]
Yo C man, tell them where you from
[C-Murder]
I was born in the place where people had to kill
Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals
Disrespect my elders so I always cursed
Never tripped when I seen a nigga in a hearse
Dumb straight, I was fucked up from the start
They even tell me I was born, without a heart
But I ain't really tripping off these grown ups
Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt
I'm in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate
Sometimes I'm selling twenties, sometimes I'm selling weight
I never gave a fuck about right or wrong
Me go to jail, huh, it's like a second home
On the first or fifteenth you know I don't play
Cause two oz's a day keep the fucking bills paid
Always got my beepers and my mobile phone
And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome
And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game
Cause I'm the neighborhood dopeman
[Master P]
Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big man
Why don't you give your boy one ten tomorrow
Man I get my check in two days or something man
You know how it go
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Roll up on the set in the drop five
With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side
Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking shit
But if it ain't like that let me talk to this bitch
Bitch was hella-thick, dressed in them daisy dukes
Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too
Pull out my fat sack of dubs how I played the bitch
Took her behind the building, and P got his dick licked
Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope
Told the bitch see you later, good-bye, see you stank hoe
Call my boys up, I knew it was a drought man
But I ain't tripping cause at the house I got three ki's man
Serving them niggas on the set just like some dopefiends
I use to sell them for four but now I'm selling the bitch for fifteen
And like Cube say, today'll be a good day
Now who the fuck said crime don't fucking pay
The name is P and you know I sell that cocaine
In other words I'm the neighborhood dopeman
[Chorus]
[talking]
Yo P man what's up man (what's happening)
You know them little young ass niggas man
They got me again man (oh man)
Seven niggas (I told you to come see me man)
Hanging out for you man
I couldn't wait though man (I hear you little daddy)
Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, P.C. man
That motherfucking (just holler at me later than youknowI'msaying)
Yeah man, give me another one man I got to keep it pimping you know
[Chorus]
[Silkk]
Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go
A nigga can't tell me shit, when it come to selling dope
I'm pushing 20's, 50's, hundreds, and slabs
And if that ain't enough I'm going back up to the lab
Fiends, bitches, blowing up my pager
Them hoes want to make love I tell them hoes to call me later
Rolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight ones
Doing a donut on the L got sweated by the black and white ones
But, that's, the life I choose to live, fast
And when I'm dropping all them thangs I keep a 9 up on the dash
When I'm passing out this cocaine I stay strapped
Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman
[Chorus x2]
[Cali G]
I'm breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up
Shit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiends
Young nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzels
Sitting tight plates and the paint's plates read my bitch
Nigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger
On the trigger case I have to unload the glock
Cause the game is a mo'fucker
Jealous ass niggas bust cause they trick ass suckers
And even hoes on the set up
Sell a nigga for a note, now that's a dead motherfucker
You can't trust a bitch
Load up in this fifth that's why I deal with the bullshit
Cause shit is real and I will never change
Yeah, huh, your neighborhhood dopeman
[Master P & dopefiend: talking]
Mobbin Thru My Hood
[Master P]
Uh huh, all y'all TRU playaz get ya handz in the air
Let's Mobb, TRU style, Untouchable, check it out
[Chorus]
Mobb'n Thru Da Hood, 6 Deep, Hoo Ridin' Up To No Good
Mobb'n Thru Da Hood, 6 Deep, Hoo Ridin' Up To No Good
[King George]
Rollin thru Richmond in my six-fo'
clockin the cash, rollin them Vogues
Called Master P to get tha scoop
Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu
I ain't goin back to tha staff of chief
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets
Watch how I mash on this white chump
front back side 2 side on a speed bump
I say,"gotta come n get me." with a 350
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway
Six deep in the car goin sideways
[Chorus]
[Silkk]
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but I'm feelin kinda tipsy
I see my future as a gypsy
I see tha picture but it aint all clear
but I know one thing, I'm not supposed to be here
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city
Seems C-Murder told me to come get him, so you know I had to floss
almost got shortstopped by a cop, so I had to hide my glock
Pull down my beanie, so he can't see me, disappear like a genie
Cuz it's a everyday thangs where I hangs
at the Rich where I livez, at tha place where I slangs
at Mobb'n Thru tha East Bay, each day
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D, to tha CA
where tha playaz be hangin,
but I can't ride slow cuz my hood
aint 9-0-2, 1 to tha 0.
And I be puttin in work, Mobb'n Thru Da Hood,
have my deez spinnin like the earth [x3 fading]
[Chorus]
[Big Ed]
Comin up in the Rich', rollin up through the darkness
grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless
Ease on down tha yellow brick road
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload
Cause all that they got luv for me
Cash is more important than the RICM's
Now as I flex and floss floss it and flex it
Big Ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection
Let's see where your heart is at
but mine is in right exact tha G-Spot
Cause I got the click that fools can't get
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness
My team is Cali C, that makes it quick to handle my business
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see
[Chorus]
C-Murder Mobb'n thru da hood, a young G like me ballin
Top down, I can hear them hoochies callin
Wanna get with me, wanna do me
but I ain't trippin so fire up the doobie
I thank god, I'm not in a casket
Just the other day, another brother got blasted
Comin up, tryna get bigger
but I ain't goin down, like Mary J, I get richer
[Chorus]
Master P Ya, Master P, that TRU click
No Limit Records, Mobb'n Thru Da Hood
like that 500 SCL
[CMT]
Yo Ski man, we got to talk bout that bitch, man.
Let's try to dog us out, you know what I'm saying?
Fake ass bitch.
[E-A-Ski]
Oh you little slut,
you didn't think we'd know.
Fucking niggaz from L.A. to Oakland
like the neighborhood hoe.
How the hell can i explaine this?
Man, you're one hell of a gaming bitch.
You try to have our back,
I should have knew you were phony
when you made up the fake contracts.
You got married only to protect your child.
You didn't know your work would go fucking wild.
In season the middle now I gots to break,
because a motherfucker took all day in take.
You motherfucker lying tramp bitch,
stayed in Oakland and had hickey's
on your face and shit. The nigga code is 105,
confront this to your face you would
swear up and down, I'm lying. But I don't give a fuck,
just leave me alone and you can fuck your way back home.
Oakland, Cal ain't the place for you no more.
Cross my fo', I'm going to have to shoot the hoe.
Because you pushed your fucking luck,
and speaking of fucking,
huh you little fucking slut.
[CMT]
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
[E-A-Ski]
Lie after lie, after lie
you think you're getting by.
You say you go to church, you go to hell when you die.
You got your husbend going tripping,
because he believes everything you say and gives the okay.
I wouldn't be so blind.
You know she's tripping up the ass almost everytime.
She stuck her foot out here,
and you wonder why she come back home full of cheer.
Wake up nigga and beat the bitch down.
She used us so she could sleep around.
She brought her boys to L.A. so she can
fuck Tre. Didn't you miss that bitch
for a couple of days? She kept the same clothes on,
afraid as hell to take her black ass home.
For every question theres a cap.
She said she fell in church,
but you didn't even know about that.
The same fucking routine.
She probably got rug burns all around her knees,
but you don't give a fuck because she's fucking you good.
But she's still a little slut.
[CMT]
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe)
[E-A-Ski]
Ahh yeah. She even tried to fuck C.
Offered to take my homie to the movies.
They went to check out her game plan.
She couldn't get me so she tried to get my main man,
but it blew up in her face.
Because the bitch wasn't my homies taste.
So just handle your business hoe,
and get the skins sealed T in the front door.
But you ain't nothing but a jump,
that's why my homie Rally Ral had to go for fucking broke.
Because I hooked him up, now I got to get him out,
and put my nigga back up on the right rap.
You couldn't face me in the end.
So you made up rumors over and over again.
But ain't this a bitch.
Your just trying to keep a nigga from coming up and shit.
It won't happen hoe,
because I got get my friends and they're all powerful.
So spread the dirt bitch.
Come suck my dick.
You little hoe,
[Master P.]
(Hoody Hoo)Put this bitch on fire........
We dont need no water let the...house burn(ha-ha)
[Chorus:]
Hit em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
[Master P.]
I wish my enemies fall, I put my name on the wall
We like to hustle and ball, see we big and ya'll small
Gimme the mic and imma tear the fuckin club up
(Hoody Hoo) Hot Boys, and girls get buck
Where you from? there they go..Who you wit? I dunno
Bout to pull a kick door, everybody on the floor
So twirk somethin nigga, Twirk somethin bitches
How ya livin fool? I got ballin in the kitchen
Ghetto star wit riches,Got gold on my dishes
20 inch when im dippin, got that thing I aint slippin
Got a mansion when i'm dippin, call the doggs I aint trippin
Holla if ya hear me, light it up if ya wit me(Hoody Hoo!)
[Chorus:]
Hit em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
[Silkk The Shocker]
Yea, I did it did it..yea i hit it hit it
Got bad involed..got cash involved,yea im wit it wit it
Girls wit them (ha-ha) killas and bust ya guns
Countdown..5-4-3-2-1
Here it now, do it right now suckas get down
A bunch of thugs came in a club and told ya to get down
Last year was love, and this year's hate(Hoody Hoo)
Last year was luck, and this year's fate
Last year I was good, but this year i'm great
Last year was 7 figures, but this year's 8
N-O-L-I-M-I to the hype it up
Silkk the Shocker, yea thats me and imma light it up
[Chorus:]
Hit em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
[C-Murder]
I hit em up, you lit em up, so get em up, what up?
Huh bro? I light it up, so you can hype it up, at the club
Show me love, we blazed to get paid, you cant faze
Cuz ahh..i'm about two steps ahead
Of the game, its a shame, how could you be so lame
But don't blame me mayne, unless you going insane
I say woah it aint my fault, you got caught
And had to return, everything that you earned
You hadda learn, you play to follow and might get burned
You lit em up and hit em up, you shoulda waited your turn
One time, Two times, when I hype it up(what, what)
And just pass the blunt, so I can light it up.....Yeah
[Chorus:]
Hit em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
[Mystikal]
They call me the black 12th ward prince
when I hit the stage then the whole crowd get intense
Jump the barracades, to see the man right chea, ooh shit
Them bitches fightin they way to the front, tryin to get near
Screamin and hollerin til they faint, to get a chance to touch my hand
Then again, when they get that chance, all they do is grab my pants
Pull my leg, and touch my dick, get onstage and hug me,
And tell me how much they love my shit
Don't tell no lie, them niggas get amped and their hands held high
GO MYSTIKAL, GO MYSTIKAL, GO
Without me, you aint shit, cuz the man said so
[Chorus:]
Hit em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up
[Master P]
Light em up...hit em up...believe...
remember what you hear and half of what you see
NO LIMIT runnin this for the 2000..ya heard me?
See y'all niggaz think I'm tripping 'cuz I'm on that doja
(I'ma sprinkle y'all niggaz with some game)
See y'all true niggaz
One reason I'm spittin' this game to y'all niggaz
Nigga 'cuz I want y'all niggaz to watch y'all motherfuckin' self y'know
(Motherfuckin' F E D's everywhere y'know)
See the white folks be followin' niggaz all in the projects
(Narcotics, U.S. marshals)
All in a nigga car, all on planes and boats
(Motherfuckin' cable man, buggin' niggaz houses up and shit)
Just like deez niggaz and deez hoes
(Telephone man)
Tired of motherfuckers followin' me man
(Uh, huh, motherfuckers everywhere)
Take another route nigga somebody after you
Keep ya eyes open fool
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
I think these hoes and these niggaz out to get me mayn
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
I think these hoes and these niggaz out to get me mayn
I ain't never had nuttin' in my whole life
I'm from the ghetto grew up, on eggs and rice
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep 'cuz I done stole a ki
Peeped out the window unmarked car after me
My little homie downstairs holla, "Five, oh"
But I ain't runnin' from no motherfuckin' white folks
I got the A-K spray hit the window duck
(Lay it down)
So nigga holla, goddamn I hit him in the trunk
The dogs chase me but a nigga ran through the back
That's when I seen Dope fiend Willy in the Cadillac
He said, "P where ya goin' man? Get in"
Put the gat to his head said interstate 10
Play it off, play it off, 'fore I do ya trick
Take me to the projects, to meet my bitch
A hundred G's, two ki's, and a bullet-proof vest
And like Billy the kid I got some pussy and headed to the west
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
I think these hoes and these niggaz out to get me mayn
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
I think these hoes and these niggaz out to get me mayn
I was pullin' up out the driveway
Car been parked since Friday
I looked and look back it wasn't there
But I saw him followin' on the highway
And I today, know that I'ma blast
See I don't know who in it because the cars wiz-window was tinted
And I be seein' shit that ain't there
It ain't there but I be seein' shit
I be in places without bein' seen there
But be seein' a place without even bein' there
And it seems like I'm in a different time zone
This dope game coke game got my mind, gone got my mind gone
I be havin' nightmares everyday, I'll be woke but I'll be sleep
I looked at Shock the nigga but I turned around and it was me
It got me 'noid, it got me 'noid, it got me noid
But I ain't paranoid
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
I think these hoes and these niggaz out to get me mayn
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
I beez more paranoid than a fugitive because I choose to live
Pro-life, when it comes to mine my Ruger 9's on cock
For all them haters with the scandolous plots
The red dot, marks the spot, for my nineteen shots
Thought I forgot the way they did ya boy?
That's why I'm never on the streets without my plastic toy
(Fa sho')
They wanna trap me kidnap me duct tape my mouth
Torture me until I tell 'em 'bout my man and point the dope house out
(Damn)
I used to be about the same drama games
That's why I'm two steps ahead of all you, gutter brains
You know the name Mia X the biggest momma
Ghetto Sara Lee at the store
And Betty Rocker when I choppa fa sho'
The evil eyes be watchin' 'cuz niggaz
Be always tryin' to get in the best players spot
And knockin' motherfuckers heads off and cris-crossin'
Throw in mo' salt than Morton, when it rains it pours
Whores with pitchfork tongues, they're tryin' to get my slung
On my back gotta watch them jealousy acts so black
My eyes be in the front and the back and on the sides peepin'
For all them crooks that be out creepin', I feel they watchin' me
They're watchin' us
But TRU soldiers don't die, we multiply, ungh
Keep an open eye for them haters
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
I think these hoes and these niggaz out to get me mayn
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I'm in the dope game
[Silkk]
Just the other day my brother got killed
its might be worse where you hang, but the projects where I live
I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope fiends
I see no dreams, instead I see more fiends
when Im on the cutter off than one
for every dollar I make the white folks make a hundred
and I can understand why niggaz sell cain
cause every nigga got it good as the next man
and white folks know that there will always be dope
because they always have a kid that's starving and broke
and now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin'
know that there will only lead to more and more killing
a nigga got a steal deal with the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and tell them they don't know me
for some strange reason they still take me in
trying to get a nigga to do time in the pen
on the motherfucking murder weapon stanking identity (why is that?)
cause they ghetto is a motherfucking trap
[Big Ed/Master P]
two marks got me out of the ghetto
but the ghetto is where im from
welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
but the ghetto is where I grow
[C-Murder]
Nigga as you know im c-murder
kicking the funky shit that you never even heard of
Im talking 'bout the motherfucking ghetto
where many punk bitches get killed ho
but I dont give a fuck about that G
cause im rolling with a sick ass pops
I met a kingpin said he want a ki
I didn't know he was the motherfucking police
I said fuck and kicked him in his knees
and got away cross the street in some trees
I started laughing saying, "Damn, he done slacked up."
little did I know they 50 done had backup
all I heard was freeze
with three bullets to my back I feel to my knees
I started screaming and crying
everythang getting black, yo im dying
all I could remember
thought I always catch a bullet from a gang member
the the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherfucking name
damn I almost choked
with six fuckin' doctors sticking tubes down my throat
but through all of that I made it
why I wanna I live man, I think im crazy
now im going to the pen, but I dont give a fuck cause ill be out in 10
all that shit cause im tired of eating scraps
the ghetto is a trap
[Big Ed/Master P]
two marks got me out of the ghetto
but the ghetto is where im from
welcome to the ghetto, it's a trap
but the ghetto is where I grow
[Master P]
Boom, Boom, Boom and im a gonner
but im tripping on life cause 50 is right round the corner
and mama say boy pray, better be glad it wasn't you that got blew away
killed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on life
in the motherfucking dice game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule
watch your ass, count your money, don't be a fool
and don't fuck with a broke bitch, cause if you fuck with a broke
bitch they get you in the fucking ditch
so you can play the roll of a dummy
think a bitch like you when a bitch really like your money
now that don't mean shit nigga
you better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the fucking
trigger, or go out like Jack, Jack died in the projects
and Jill got another fucking nigga black
or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherfucker
and listen to what I say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets blowed
away, cause that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
motherfucking rage, so I refuse to be caught not strapped
[Intro: Master P]
Ha hah
Master P
Silkk in this bitch
This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood, nigga)
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
It's nineteen ninety scrilla bitch, I'm up to no good
And we all gone break some bread (Ghetto Cheeze)
By selling the motherfuckin lemonade
[Chorus: Master P,Silkk Da Shocker]
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
[Verse 1: Master P, Silkk Da Shocker]
Change the date on your rolex if you a timer
Versache and Louis, nigga that's my designer
Stone age slangin, space age hustlin
Sendin fiends to da moon, me and Silkk just ghetto hustlin
Ya'll oughta know, ya'll must be off some dumb shit
Cuz me and P run this, 12:00 count up hundreds
In a clock crack house, nigga, back out the back route
I stacks trip til I trip, pop the clip when I smash out
Puttin in work for some pamper money
Sellin fiends them gummies, mouths full of fifties and hundreds
But ain't stoppin til I fall on my knees
And be up the next day wit ghetto cheeze
Servin fiends dem double-ups and bubble ups
And meet me at the front of the block, nigga to get some bubble up
[Chorus: Master P]
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Pullin all nighters, I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
[Verse 2: Silkk Da Shocker]
I flip D like a light switch
Games short like a spike, bitch
You ain't got my money I might go, Everybody go tonight bitch
I gotta be cold like a snake cuz nigga these days I playa hate
But I keeps that nine by my waistline
Everybody quick to dump a million like pimp me from the bassline
Fuck I ain't askin fo shit
I'm gonna make mine, I gots to take mine
And have OZs like the wizard
Cut keys like some scissors
Cold like a blizzard
Slimy like a lizard
Cause fuck it, Ima dump em
And then I'm a stump ya
Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin
But I be dumpin, nigga, frontin fo my yayo
For sale [??] time fo my ghetto cheeze
Nigga, I'm bout my mail
[Chorus: Master P]
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck makin minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
[Verse 3: Master P]
Takin penitentary chances but fuck the warden
"Nigga, yo son need a new pair of Jordans"
You see the shit a hustler go through
" Oh yeah, pick me up a DKNY purse boo"
The ghetto pharmacist I'm on the grind
Open like 7-11, 24-7 Times
Makin Scrilla, Scratch, tack, and paper
36 OZs into 1 key fo paper
"Would you kill for me"
If that was my dope they took from you
"Now would you steal for me"
If a nigga try to steal from you
I be bout whateva
We be da Bonnie and Clyde done came up togetha
You be draped in gold, I be ridin a Roles
You be in a BMW, That's how we roll
Side by side, Hoo-ride
Down fo whateva, Did it from the south side
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck minimum wage
Everyday, all day hustlin to get paid
Tryin to get some ghetto cheeze, Fuck minimum wage
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
I got the day shift
(Silkk) I got the night shift
[Outro: Master P]
Ha hah, pullin all nighters nigga
It ain't no motherfuckin limit to this hustlin we be doin
Hu Nigga be hustlin
24-7, 365 in a motherfuckin year
Ha Mothafuckers, Fiends They be doin shit like this
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
But niggas like me and Silkk up to no good
Huh, Slangin stones to dem bitches
Space age hustlin huhhuh
The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah, Hoorah)
The fiends be marchin through my hood
Huh I be makin this ghetto cheeze, huhhuhhuh
Out of motherfuckin green wood
Recognize, Playas fo life
All about the cabbage and cornbread
Turnin fifteens into a diz-olla
[Master P:] TRU niggaz stand...
Silkk (Master P echoing): Raise your right hand. Repeat after me. I
pledge
allegiance, to the game of the United Streets of A-fucking-merica. And
not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
dope game, with liberty and money for all. Gangstas that is, gangstas
that is...
[Chorus:] Gangstas make the world go round, Gangstas make the world
go round,
I know, I know
Gangstas...round, gangstas..round, you know, you know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round, we know, we know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round.
[Silkk]
Hah! I live and die, so I'm a die by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
I never know, for sho, picture this
Never die, bitch, never die, say a damn thang
Canes in the chains, became the dope thang
Snortin some cane will make you do some strange thangs
I don't know why I idolize gangstas like Tony Montana,
Lucky Luciano, probably cause they went out bangin
Gangstas like Machine Gun Kelly
Rest in peace 2Pac, AKA Makaveli
He run the chamber for danger, can't understand why these strangers
Wanna ride with us killas, but they can't fuck when we hang em
Gangstas like Kadofy, John fuckin Gotti
Ain't fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty
Gangstas
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Just a young nigga hangin with the thugs
From the ghetto so a nigga learned to slang drugs,
From OZs, to flip keys,
Eye blood red shot nigga smokin dank weed
And quick to slap a bitch in a minute
Fiends better have my money, I mean every penny
Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas
Fuck school, tryin to serve a clucka
And moms, wish she never had me
Cause I'm a nigga on the block slangin candy
Ready to die for this true shit
Takin penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models Frank Nitti, Scarface, and John Gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
Throw your muthafuckin guns up (TRU!)
Cause I represent Gangsta Day (uh-huh)
A g-a-n-g-s to the t-a
Ain't lookin for no shit but if shit comes (what's up, what's up)
Ready to turn your muthafuckin body numb
And fuck the pen, cause if I go to jail again
I pop a plea, and I'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee)
A nigga talk shit so I banged and I step
Another notch upon my rep (killa)
Like the last tape a nigga say fuck you hoes,
Now I'm turnin bustas, into John Does
I'm the nigga with TRU upon my back (C-Murder)
A gangsta that's strapped so you can't jack
Ain't nuthin but killas on my team, (soldiers)
And I'm hangin with the Shocker and the Ice Cream
Beware, my mental status is flawed, (crazy)
Start bangin and muthafuckas get lost,
You got drama with this muthafuckin TRU click? (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Big Worm, this nigga need his wig split
Take him to the river, cut his head off (cut it)
Target practice for my goddam sawed off
That's how we handle shit, in my town
Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round
[Mr. Serv-On]
Round and round you go,
Now tell me who's the realest muthafucka that you know
Black Lucianio, hangin niggaz out the window
like a fat pig and ?Ferejano?
Winnin gun battles like Geronimo
Say hello to my new friend, Mr. MAC-10,
With the infrared grin, I can't pretend,
Who I be, the S-E-R-V aka Billy Badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
Catchin chase for my case for murder, you ain't never heard of a
Nigga, with nuts big like bison,
Unified, gangstafied champ like Tyson, world introducin
Young Billy Blast Em Up, I gives a fuck, all about my double up
Catchin bubble up, now I'm here to let you know
bitch you better give it up
Don't lay it down, I'll make your world go round
[Master P]
TRU niggaz make the world go round
gangstas make the world go round [x2]
Hey check this out miss thang or should I say bitch do you like to shake
your ass in the club do you a motherfucker
Freak hoes,freak hoes let your motherfucking knees touch your elbows
freak hoes,freak hoes let your motherfucking kness touch your elbows
freak hoes,freak hoes bounces your ass and let your knees touch your
elbows
freak hoes,freak hoes bounce your ass and let your knees touch your
elbows
[Verse One: Master P]
One time chaesd me they couldn't take we my baby momma 2 kids
couldn't
braek me so I weat to the club and met Nena have you seen her she look
like Lena Horn with the big butt gotta go on but got more kids than
Children of the Korn thats why I couldn't fuck with her even though I
knew she was a gold diggin bitch out the projects livin for the county
check but got the killa pussy thats why a nigga say watch that hoe watch
that bitch silly rabbit the tricks on you bitch cuz TRU niggaz stay TRU
to the gizame get the koochie and don't know the yo nizame and leave a
bitch stuck with dick on her breath dope in the house and one way out.
[Chorus: x3]
Freak hoes,freak hoes bounce your ass and let your knees touch your
elbows
[Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker]
Now once a trick always a trick they wanna know why I talked like this
supposed to be and you you fucked my whole crew and thats why I
called
you a bitch,now um I shake these hoes like dice keep'en in check like
knight now when I fuck trun on the lights when they go left and Igo
right I can't deny I treat'em and like women but bitches like hoes man
I climb them hoes like (something) I ride them hoes like brand new
vogues on for sure atfer show,hit'em and split'em and duck'em fuck'em I
hit'em and put'em back in my brand new cutless but aint no thang while
she talkin shit upout this bitch I told ya all no hoes can ride for free
so get up out my shit.
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Mia X]
All you niggaz talkin bout bounce that ass this aint no free show we
want the motherfuckin cash hoe fuck your weed don't want no drank
don't
even thick that you can't fuck me you got enough to even touch me I seen
yo stuntin in Benz but them broads know its for your motherfuckin
friends wanna be balla nigga your ho you clain playa still gettin
fronted dope callin us freaks,but your the freaky one tounge lickin on
my pearl like a stick to a snare drum until I cum all in ya fuckin face
floss ya teeth with my pussy hairs,and than I'm outta there I cares a
fuck bout how you feel but I will slip a mickey in yo drank getcha
getcha out your dope and your bank leave ya stank my cuz I aint the hoe
to shake my ass at the club for you negros I can't stand a motherfucka
talkin shit when he knows he gets spung when the pussy lips drip that
lil dick yea you call me bitch but I wander why you still try to sweat
me trick impress me trick now aint that a trip you niggaz try to flip
the script but still aint sayin shit you niggaz call your selves pimps
and try to spit the game but your to lame for aTRU bitch.
[Master P: talking]
Ta dow, ya heard me, ugh
We motherfuckin' West Coast bound motherfucker
It's on and bangin' down here, this the real deal
Get down, y'all better believe that
We tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Toast to the best coast nigga
All bout that motherfuckin' green
[Hook x2: Master P]
West Coast mobbin' ta dow
From the Bay to L.A. bad boys on a mission ta dow
[Master P]
It's goin' down like Celly Cel, coppers on my coattails
Got bitches lined up from California to Oakdale
My game be like spiffin' but niggas they be like quick wit
But if you wasn't a hater nigga you'd pick up on this ghetto shit
Cause I be like gangsta about life
Niggas that stay on the Southside
I got niggas that roll true on south hide
Bout it in my motherfuckin' mind
Cause the game be wicked, spring niggas that want them chickens
But I got a four for five
Me and my lil' brother kickin' it on the corner with G's niggas
Y'all mad, haters get had
Put niggas in a body bag, y'all niggas didn't think fast
Killer, murder from the Down South to that West Coast
And believe it they got the best coast
Think I'm goin' too fast, nigga adjust to me rappin' slow
Oh it's cool, niggas know dues
I paid my motherfuckin' dues, I'm five hundred thousand strong fool
I be sendin' to the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside
To the motherfuckin' best side
Don't give a fuck I'm all about killer hoochie ride
They, niggas that murder
They slang ain't no bang
Out the palm tree, me and my nigga on the corner slangin' them things
I'm that scrilla cat, I'm on a paper chase, I'm bout that money makin'
Y'all better recognize No Limit motherfucker
We runnin' this shit from the Westside to the Hill
Motherfucker we about that motherfuckin' scrilla, scratch, paper
Nigga on that chase, tryin' to get that money
Motherfucker run up and ya get maced
Independent, black-owner TRU across my stomach
Made this shit slangin' ice cream
Motherfuckers that I made this off of drug money
[Hook x2]
[Silkk the Shocker]
Give me two guns Willie, quick to slap ya silly
While I'm smokin' my Philly, four killers behind the building
Ready to peel ya
Cap like a Coke ain't no joke when I'm never ridin' solo
Four-four out the door, front back side-to-side in a six-four
I bang like I slang, I slang like I bang
Four killers ridin' Cut, ridin' up on ya thangs
Nigga, I'm not from Louisville but I be sluggin'
Nigga I ain't Pac but I be thuggin'
I got something for all you busters who be muggin'
I creeps when I crawl, I crawls when I creep
It's gettin' kind of deep, Silkk keep the heat up on my seat
Cause most niggas lay dead in a graveyard
I steal more than baseball
West Coast hustler, Richmond, California drug lord
[Hook x2]
[Big Ed]
Bang to the boogie, boogie to the got damn bang
TRU be my click, West Coast bad boys be a G thang
Big Ed be puttin' it down, I be hangin' em'
I got more rebels down with me than Jerry Tarkanian
From Comp to Quinton picture this born to be ballin' ass nigga
I mob deep but I'm straight up West Coast representin'
I stay floss mode like dental
Watch me roll through, top down in ya residential
I swoop a honey, motel hotel
Scratches on my back cause I got more dick than Vitale
My No Limit affiliated be givin' me dap
Cause we got these hoes on our nuts like jock straps
Perhaps you've heard of this Richmond playa
Ho layer, infrared sprayer, in this game major
Hate to see that click and they be fearin' it
But hoes see me and I bring joy like a week late period
So nigga what's happenin'
Step to this crew and we bust cause it ain't about rappin'
It's Big Ed from the TRU and don't forget that
West Coast bad boys, on a miz-ack
[Hook x2]
[Master P talking]
Ta dow, ta dow, ta dow, ta dow
Ha ha, motherfuckin' West Coast bad boys, Westside
TRU, puttin' it down on this side
This dedicated to everybody from RBL
Richmond, California to the motherfuckin' Hills
To L.A. to San Diego to Frisco
Fresno, Watts to Oakland, Inglewood
Oakdale, Sacramento, Palm Beach
What's up Cube nigga, W.C. Mack 10
E-40, C Bo, motherfuckin' Spice 1
4-Tay, Too Short, Dr. Dre
Whole TRU click, JT the Bigga Figga
Master P, Lil' Rick, 2Pac
All my niggas Down South hustlin'
And all the motherfuckin' real niggas on the West Coast
The best coast, toast to the best coast
Cause it's on for the nine scrilla then some
Believe that, that nigga Eazy-E rest in peace
To all y'all other playas on the Westside
Ta dow, ta dow, ta dow, ta dow Westside
Ta dow, ta dow fuck y'all haters
Ta dow, ta dow on every side
Ta dow, part two
Ta dow, ta dow ugh Westide
[C-Murder]
who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga
the one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger
the cops wanna ask me, wanna harrass me
about this dead body in the grass G
If you think Im gonna talk then your wrong
cause in the ghetto, snitches dont live long
so Ima mind my own and keep stiffing
and dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon
my kids still ringin from the gun black
because it all happened so fast
I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven
another black victim of 187
his mom might be crying but she aint shocked
her son lived and died by the fucking rock
and thats how the story goes
everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's
but ill never help your ass in this game nigga...
Who's Da Killer?
[Master P]
Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap
and walk through your hood with my mug on
call me master p or call me Al Capone
a nigga with no heart
I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart
pushed up the street by a dope fiend
took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam
and ever since then Ive been crazy
step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies
cause Im quick this in that ass to the county
and while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty
from the corner to the hearse and that assed up
put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck
eliminating fools like a sewer rat
and floss my 380 married to a mack
and that ill be a Mack 10
so when i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in
[Big Ed]
late night in the cutti time to have some fun
got a page on my beeper it was number 1
reached for the mobile phone got it down to
tuner called my lady ";Yo, whats going out?";
she asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga
do you have your motherfucking gat?
yeah im strapped, and i ran around the block
then she told me my my older brother got shot
I got to the house and I opened up the door
and there was my brother lyin dead on the floor
and it has me tripped, my ace got popped
cause they caught his ass slippng
creep through the hood with my hand on my gat
I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back
seen some niggaz up the block, released the saftey
oh when I leave someone is going to hate me
boot it up take every fucking nigga
out for revenge trying to find out whos da killer
[King George]
All the way to the county thats were they had me
they sent player one trying to bag me
they keep stressing had a bad bad attitude
he got the word from the order i was a bad dude
in the sell my mind did the linger
I keeped yelling im a fucking rap singer
but nobody listened to a fresh fits convicts
They bust me off like there ears got sound sick
back to the saga coming from my jailsell
I move around when you hear the fuckin bell yell
I got involved in a scabble thats a fist fight
when the foo bust out with a knife
he started swingin i started ducking
started moving It was a foo who was down
with the proven, I took a ride on the
C-2 sell block
I stay strapped with my rock in a sock
waiting for a foo to come when its my way
sell lurked through you motherfucking didy date
then he came promise he was down with the linching
tear gas had the whole floor clinching
I couldn't breath I was lying in my tin bed
when a goon grabbed me by my fucking forhead
he picked me up and put me across his fucking shoulder
I said Bitch you let me die like a soldier
damn it was a trip King George could think
all my boys on the motherfucking paint
everywhere I rome every all dead bodies
god damn I was like John Gotti
locked in a sell i was like a big black gorilla
many died, but nobody saw the killer
[Silkk]
you should of know your fucking with a motherfucking lunatic
I aint playing with a full day, and my minds about to click
I walked out the house to see if this shitwas fucking TRU
two slugs to the dome and his face was all blue
retalliation fuck the penitention fucking gamble
garb the tech, pump the facing amble
called up my boy cause niggaz say some
where he at?, Richmond jumped in the prowler
rolling slow rolling slow, rolling fucking slow
cut the lights off cause there the nigga go
rolled on the set grab the mask point the tech out
its a driveby sprayed the niggaz house I was
letting em go you should of seen
but in the process I cut a motherfucking slug
dead up in my chest, cops chase me investagating
a dead nigga, I gave the cops the alias
now whos the fucking killer
[Calli G]
Calli G chourned out by society
I used to have a 95 even bitches find me
so I refuse to be a stray for the white man
so when you see me its a gat in my right hand
Neighborhood Dopeman
nigga from the base so you know me selling cocain
you fucking with the dank man foo, start the funk
I do a drop on you and your whole fucking crew
so here's a last thanksgiving foo
no turkey cause you wont be living dude
you catch 17 rounds from my cap peeler
no when this is, now whos the motherfucking killer
[E-A-Ski]
a foo got smarks so they calling me the trigger nigga
po po's got a snitch trying to frame me as the killer
interigating me and I got them foo's spoop
I dre say ya fuck with me, then its a must that I fuck with you
cause killers dont talk, gimme three hops in the county
motherfuckers you figure it out, cause bout a nigga like me
if I gotta smoke a nigga ima do it on the solo creep
cause I be damned if I tell em my self trick
some niggaz ill sell you off like pussy on the bitch
but anyway, back to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory
no evidence to cut a nigga loose, and that nigga that was snitching
ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i mean a nigga thats spook
try to hide but everybody know he wasn't cool
2 weeks past and the snitches missing
they found a nigga dead, with two to the temple
somebody put that boy to sleep
gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet deep
it might have been me whos know nigga
who's the motherfucking killer
[Chorus]
Sweated by the po po's they made me go pyshco
[C-Murder]
Coppers, choppers
fucking show stoppers
trying to catch C cause im slanging these rockers
leave me alone, I wanna go home
back to the place were the gangsta's rome
gotta whatch my back when I leave my house
cause they trying to get a rep, when they taking niggaz out
but I never hesitate to blast a cop
but when it all boils down either me or him drops
dis goes out to you punk ass hoes
when you see me pass, let me go
or ima get my gat and peel some caps
cause when im driving I keep my shi in my lap
so dont search my car, check my wheels
unless you ready to shoot I pay the funeral bills
thats what I say its too late to play
and if you think im playing just make my date
from the pork police to the punk ass rights
stop doing what your doing it could value your life
cause niggaz in the hood getting tired of that shit
its about that time, we all raise up bitch
so dont stop me pig when yousee my vogues
cause im simply sweated by the po po's
[Master P]
Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
[Chorus x3]
[King George]
In my rearview mirror its the po po's again
yeah im tripping cause I just got out the pen
the sucker motherfucker with a blue suit foo
trying to lock a nigga down on the que
riding my dick like a hoe from the stroe
a jealous bitch cause a nigga try and roe
that coward motherfucker with a badge on his chest
fuck with King, get a whole through your vest
like rat-tat-tat on your asshole
thats what I think about the motherfuckin the po po
[Silkk]
rolled on his set in his benz
everything cool, gotta make a dropoff
around 2, I got the dope went to the house
got my gat, rolling on the street were they at
servin fiends, servin fiends, letting em go
hmmm, sweated by the po po's
[Chorus]
[Master P]
get the gat here come the rat
rat-tat-tat put the pig on his back
and that will make pig feet
qnd with my gat shoot the ankles off the punk ass police
it cause they like to put me cop in the ziplock
and they go as the fuck everylad cop
cause bitches with a badge keeping attitude
but they never catch a bad dude
and just like traffic I merge, and work on your ass
like a search, take me down to me station
and I be killing motherfuckers like Jason
so buckle up your seatbelt coppers and motherfuckin
bitches gon need help
call up the army it take a million motherfuckers sisters
they still couldn't dis-arm me, cause I never ride solo
I pack a god damn A-K for the po po's
[Chorus x2]
Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
[CMT]
Yeah bitches.
We got the motherfuckin niggas from Cali, ya know what I'm sayin?
E-A-Ski, Rally Ral and Master P.
But yo Ski.
Kick it like this G.
[E-A-Ski]
A nigga don't get no respect
Unless a motherfucker gotta come and snap some necks
So I play that game like it 'posed to be played
Cause Ski and CMT is not the one that's gonna daze
Yeah I see niggas jockin niggas like a bitch
Just cause the punk made one local hit
Even my homies get brainwashed by that shit
The look at me and say, ";man Ski is doin it";
Fuck all that, I ain't givin up props
Until I hear the motherfuckin nigga album drop
So I get pissed and take it out on wax
And think how the fuck they sign this one dimensional artist to a damn
contract
But life moves on, huh
And while it's movin I write about it in my fuckin songs
I pack a nine double L just incase
I talk shit and they wanna front me to my face
Punk niggas wanna get respect
But disrespect, but it don't even work like that
It's all about the mighty dollar
Whoever controls the dead presidents control the power
So watch your back in this game see
Cause niggas get lame see, but they can't fuck with me
I might be humble but I'm only givin ????
So motherfuckers can't jack a nigga from Cali
[CMT]
Yeah bitches just like that, ya know what I'm sayin?
But yo, another nigga from Cali.
His name is Rally Ral.
So yo Ral.
School these motherfuckers.
[Rally Ral]
When will motherfuckers learn, fuckin around with me you get burned
It's all a battle brother, comin up on it firm
Nine one was the year for school
And nine two's for rules
And nine three's for rulin
Huh, any motherfucker out there
You keep fuckin around I have you rappin in a wheelchair
Cause Rally Ral don't play no way
I'd rather slay a motherfucker like all day
So I'm a rock it on till the end then
It's a neccessity for me to keep lendin
Funky tracks for the wack to improve on
Listen to the nigga Rally or move on
Because I got rhymes for the young and old
I got a style for the middle class and low
Whoever said that Rally Ral couldn't deliver
I have your fuckin ass goin up a river
Just like a boat goin mainstream
I have your fuckin body doin the same thing
So now you know not to fuck around with Rally
A nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga from Cali
[CMT]
Yeah that's a nigga you don't wanna fuck with but yo.
This is another motherfuckin nigga from Cali.
Master P.
So yo P.
Do me a favor man.
Slip it.
[Master P]
Slip in my motherfuckin ??? feelin fucked up
Three niggas from Cali in this game and done came up
Livin but never givin and givin but steady livin
And droppin more motherfuckin shit then a stage of pigeons
Rollin, three niggas we hella deep
??? the gat in the hood when you know me
The M, the A, the S, the T, the E, the R
And if you fuck with the P
You won't live to see a month cause I'm a nigga out the game
Makin that bank, I'm from the motherfuckin bay so I'm fuckin with dank
And if a nigga cold run up he get's done up
Jacked for his motherfuckin daytons cause it's a come up
California, the state of the homocides
Niggas into bangin and doin fuckin drive by's
So welcome to my motherfuckin hood bitch
I told you last year that P don't take no bullshit
And if you run up and run up and run up and run up and run up
Bam motherfuckin punk you get done up
Huh, in other words you get tossed like salad
C tell them who we are
[CMT]
We them niggas from Cali
Yeah bitches.
E-A-Ski, Rally Ral, Master P.
Comin up for the nine two, know what I'm sayin?
You stupid ass bitches.
Can't fuck with the
The niggas, the niggas, the niggas from Cali
(repeats till end)
Here's a situation say I'm jumping out the bandwagon
Down with the nation now the niggaz is named me
to be what I used to be
that was an ineration level I was soon to be caught
and tied in a knot for drillin a bitch I shouldn't of knocked
But I'm chilling with sister street and somi
Ny cousins beefin cause I like to be down
with the natural afro take a listen I'll tell ya like
This boy you really pissing me off I see nothing wrong with
a afer be I preffer I must darkle beaver, so now you trip
You blub it or I'ma bust you lip and now you got an attitude
And you act rude to my beilifs tak a peice of the attitude
She's not attracting me, stop harrassing me
And now her man is trying to look like me
Understand that I'm black only wont sell out
You keep dissing I'ma going to bust you in the mouth
Damn! I aint going out that way!
Im too black and too strong
I aint going out that way
[Repeat]
Say I wasnt hurt bullets and chains
what about saying quit its all the same thing
what about my partner who lost his startum
cause he was drillin a brook, wearing tits like dom
but you still turned another G, chasing on white meat
she aint all that either is Jack, he's abusing my
sister and I aint with that, but I cant understand
what your sayin man, you fell in the plan and
now your part of the plan, nothing but a 90's house
nigga, ho do your finger relate to a female nigga
and now how your mad allright im good, sike!
Im going out like spike, you try to read my mind
to see what I have to say, I aint going out that way
Im to black and too strong
I aint going out that way
[Repeat]
Left to right welcome to my path
lets say crib jungle, you never invite
me to where you live, cause im down with
this song, and cause a brother was born in ya
why should I hide and meet you around the corner
quite delirious, cause it aint that serious
turn a red, blue face, cause your inferious
plus im always behind it, I really cant find it
oh yeah, I got it, its my cousin im twelve in it
they use your bead essential, but you know
jail, it aint worth getting lynched and besides
I dont know a group with standards and beauty's
fruity tutti, pale skin, sticky hair, and flat booty
trying to floss it but I dont wants it, cause
Now let's take you to a motherfuckin' commercial
[Master P]
At the red light, four niggas deep
I'm in the Benz, I see 'em watchin' me
I ain't trippin' so I play it off
Like i'm fixing my mirror
But i'm going for the sawed-off
I told Sonya-C to wake up
She jumped up mad sayin'
[Sonya C]
What the fuck is up
[Master P]
Car full of the Dank smoke
Ed said
[Big Ed]
P man let's show these niggas we ain't no joke
[Master P]
It's time to get this shit on
Which one you gonna shoot[Sonya C]
It doesn't matter homes
[Master P]
I said fuck it
Rolled down the window, and left 'em like ???
Four niggas cold dead in the other car
Pop pop yeah, now what the fuck you saw
Cause I ain't one on a trip with a ski-mask
It's just a mother fuckin' message, watch your ass
Chorus: TRU
Watch your motherfuckin' ass nigga
Watch your motherfuckin' ass
Watch your motherfuckin' ass bitch
Watch your motherfuckin'
[Master P]
Now back to out motherfuckin' program bitch
[Master P]
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin' Like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin' Like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin' Like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome Glock and a ???
Livin' Like a killer
[C-Murder]
God damn, I'm lookin' at my picture in the paper
I know I shot the bitch, but you know I didn't rape her
Called up moms to get the whole low down
Said leave town, the feds kicked the door down
Reaching for my indo and lookin' out the window
I know I should've burnt that bitch with the Pinto
Watchin' my back cause you get what you give
And niggas who kill ain't got long to live
But I really can't trip off a 187
I done smoked so many, close to 11
Cause i'm in the shit deep, I can't even sleep
Can't wait for 12 o'clock for a late night creep
Don't take me to jail, i'm a 2 time loser
The cops wanna trip, i'm a have to get my Ruger
Got bullet-proof windows on my gold-plated Lexus
Need to take a trip, got a cousin in Texas
Sellin' dope for awhile so you know I got ends
About 40 g's only got 3 friends
Smith & Wesson and 9 millimeter
Always wanna see ya, and dying just to see ya
To all you Og's on the run, yo I feel ya
Cause life ain't easy when you livin'like a killer
[Master P]
Livin' like a killer, or should I say dope dealer
Ain't no glock like the one I got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain't no glock like the one I got
I pack my heat for protection
[C-Murder]
Livin' day after day, so fuck the future
You let your guards down and a nigga might do ya
Just like the Pen. everybody can't win
If you fall on your face than a nigga goin' in
Don't cross that line or ya might get choked
Fuck what your sayin' you can keep your smoke
In jail or not i'm a handle my shit
You wanna act like a hoe so i'm a treat you like a bitch
Down with No Limit so you know I got clout
Quick to get the gat and put some wire in your mouth
First degree murder, pre-medi-tated
An unsolved death that's drug related
I guess you could say that crime's my hobby
Aggrivated assault and a massacre robbery
Can't see my face cause my life ain't healthy
Man that crack just make me wealthy
Got ends and ends from the dope I deal ya
If I come up short than I gots to kill ya
[Master P]
That's the life of a killer
Or should I say dope dealer
Ain't no Glock like the one I got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain't no Glock like the one I got
Some people like Smith & Wesson
Ain't no Glock like the one I got
(Reporter) we're sittin here with C-Murder
(C-Murder) whasup
(Reporter) how are you doing?
(C-Murder) alright
(Reporter) so C tell me, how was your life as a youngster
ruthless, as a child, a juvenile
ran with TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
packin, specialize in jackin
liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and others
open shop, it's all about a come up
I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up
because I'm a gangsta sellin dope
strapped with a gat when I role through the Calliope
bad ass, I never listened to my brother
it went in one ear and out the fuckin other
pushin rocks on the block watch the undercover
fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for some dollars
at 13 I bought a quarter key of powder
rollin with my fingas on the trigga
brother don't ya know you can't touch this nigga
a thug, convict, psycho, a criminal
do you stay open, ganked for your yayo
big and bad, no respect for the taz
([Reporter] C-Murder did you ever go to jail)
hell yea, just servin niggas heroin
runnin from the taz, hidin out by the sewers
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in work
I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, broke and served (fuck em)
so you know who I am ho
a No Limit Soldier from the motherfuckin Calliope
([Reporter] hmm, I see, So you're very violent)
always
([Reporter] okay, what would be the situation when you so call
rob someone)
waitin, for the witness to leave
I'm bout to do some shit you wont believe
creep like a G to the back of the house
look in
all the lights were out
grabbed the door and it was locked G
but fuck that shit, a nigga got a spare key
stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt wake up
infared, ready to blow the place up
once inside no time for shakin
lookin for the nigga and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, nigga and ride
or get 25 for a mothafuckin homicide
move quickly but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I hear a motherfucka coming
lights came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the dope that I got
over the wall, don't fall
check my dope cause this was a close call
getting robbed by the C is a lesson
so, is there any more questions
([Reporter] yes, as a matter of fact there is,
have you ever been involved in like a murder or homicide)
you mean a 1-8-7
(yea)
there da nigga house goes, but don't pernt
cut the lights out so I can case the jerk
two niggas on the couch smoking and a hoe
I think Master P was on the muthafuckin radio
niggas wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda known killin niggaz makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm cunnin
told young Silkk to leave the car runnin
walked in, said bitch lay it down
I'm not 8-ball, but them niggaz got clowned
hurry up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) don't lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash
foo got brave and went for a sawed off
so I shot em all, took their mothafuckin heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and I'll serve ya
down in New Orleans it's just another murda
back in the L-zone, Silkk drive on
threw the gun in the river and hauled on
I'm not like Robin Hood,
cause I want more, rob from the rich,
sell dope to the poor
No Limit is bout it you see, nobody better than me
I give a shout out to my nigga Eazy-E
(is all that real)
I don't lie, rest in peace Eazy
see you on the otherside (ya heard me)
[P:] Bitch, this P world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. You got da coke?
Here go da money. You got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches,
Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches
Niggaz out that swamp, should I say New Orleans?
Richmond, California, imported me some dank weed
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 G's just for takin a ride
Cause niggaz down south, niggaz ain't playin
Niggaz talk shit, muthafuckas be layin
Down on the ground, just like 8-ball,
Hit you wit yo nuts and yo G's up the ?bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block,
Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I'm a deala
Mr. Ice Cream Man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From Atlanta to Texas, niggaz won't ya'll read about
Swamp Niggaz comin up, blowin like killa
Ya'll ain't ready but I ain't Mystikal, I'm a deala
Niggaz slangin cane, cocoa leaves up the brain
But it's a muthafuckin Third Ward, I mean a Swamp Thing
[Chorus:] Swamp Nigga (uuuunnngggghhhh), Swamp Nigga [x8]
Hey, in the middle of the muthafuckin south,
Niggaz got gold in they muthafuckin mouth
On my way to Chicago, to pick up me a stolger
I ain't even trippin off this shit cause I'm a rolla
Nigga ridin dirty, just like U.G.K.
4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin AK
Niggaz ain't playin, down south bitch we bout it,
I told ya'll niggaz in 96, damn, don't ya'll doubt it
But niggaz play the, try to play us like some bitches
Niggaz done snuck up on you hoes and snatched some riches
From labels like No Limit to Suave to Rap-a-Lot
Independent, black-owned, bitch, and we can't be stopped
Breakin bread--with the muthafuckin ballas
Niggaz check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas
Now ya'll niggaz mad, cause a nigga famous,
I think the president put a price on my anus
America's nightmare, but I'm not Cube
I represent the muthafuckin red and the blue,
[?]Shoes[?] I mean, the bangas, the killas, the gangstas
But nigga i'm a Swamp, professional ghetto, rap slanga
[Chorus]
Niggaz in Texas, sippin on surl
Niggaz sippin bort, niggaz on that furl
Niggaz in FLorida, sellin dat water
Niggaz in Baton Rouge pushin dem quarters
All the way to Shreveport to muthafuckin Mississippi
Oklahoma, back to Kansas City
5th wheel grill, niggaz comin down
Fools gettin killed if they from outta town
6 15s in the candy painted cadillac
Bumpin "Break Em Off" (don't make me break you off somethin)
Rollin tips like a maniac
Playa from the south (playaz from the south [???] Gs)
that muthafuckin G
I got Beats by the Pound, just like quarter keys
KLC put it on the scale so ya'll can feel dis
Mo B. D put it on the back so ya'll can peel dis
Craig B whipped it up with some B 12s
I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka sell
Too $hort said fools, get in where ya fit in
That's why I'm a Swamp Nigga out there tryin to pay the rent
[Chorus]
[P:] Swamp Nigga, ha, ha. We sho from muthafuckin swamp.
It ain't a East or West Coast thing, nigga.
It's a swamp thing. Ha, Ha.
Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast,
And all cross the muthafuckin world, Swamp Niggaz,
Check this out boo
The only thing that matters is
If you happy and I'm happy
You know what I'm sayin'?
You said you're a friend of mine
(We know this real ghetto love)
(After the fussing and fighting)
It turned out, you crossed the line
(That's when the love makin' good, real good baby)
I forgive you, I don't know why
(But our friends ain't our friends)
You said you're a friend of mine
You said you're a friend of mine
(You know)
It turned out to be a lie
(Your mama in our business)
(Your sister in our business)
I forgive you, I don't know why
(The media in our business)
(These motherfuckers don't understand)
You said you're a friend of mine
Call the cops for nothing
All the jumping and stunting
It should be kissing and hugging
I mean loving and rubbing
I'm on your team, your on mine team
I'm your king, you my queen
I'm the ice, you the cream
But your friends love the scheme
Even I told you you was special
But these hoes will sweat you
The niggas will wet you
And this ghetto is pressure
But I'll this fighting in front of the kids
It's time to live big
Build a family tree of figs
And let the haters dig
You my rose, I'm your flower
I think about you ever hour
Keep them hoes out our business
When you need me just holler
You said you're a friend of mine
It turned out, you crossed the line
I forgive you, I don't know why
You said you're a friend of mine
You said you're a friend of mine
It turned out to be a lie
I forgive you, I don't know why
You said you're a friend of mine
I tell you all my problems
Share my deepest secrets with ya
Hit ya on the side
Girl, you down to ride
I feel so safe with ya
Get cha what you need
A condo in the valley with the keys
Palm trees
Jet skies
Fly you over seas
It's silly how we did it
Really we committed
I'm dippin' out the studio
With the tooth faking
My heart just uh aching
While I'm shakin' and snakin'
You tell me take a chance
So I dance with the devil
I kiss you on the cheek
And now we sneek into the bedroom
Tossin' and turnin'
Burnin', yearnin' for love
And you supposed to be in love
With my young cuz
What's love got to do with this?
And it's all based on friendship
Ain't that twisted
Somebody told my boo and I think it was you
Had to be 'cause
I ain't heard from you or seen you
So it must be true
You said you're a friend of mine
It turned out, you crossed the line
I forgive you, I don't know why
You said you're a friend of mine
You said you're a friend of mine
It turned out to be a lie
I forgive you, I don't know why
You said you're a friend of mine
You said you're a friend of mine
It turned out, you crossed the line
I forgive you, I don't know why
You said you're a friend of mine
You said you're a friend of mine
It turned out to be a lie
I forgive you, I don't know why
[Master P]
Them TRU Boys Up In Here
Gonzilla Ain't Got Nothing On Me
[Chorus: Master P]
You Ain't Sayin Nothing, Nigga, You Ain't Sayin Nothing [x8]
[Master P]
I'm the truth motherfucker I ball with Mike Bibby
I'm in the Calliope project you want me, then come get me
When niggaz will jack you, them hoes got gats too
These kids walk around with golds and tattoos
J Prince, The King of The South, I just kept that bitch going
Niggaz disrespect me and I make you stop growing
Boz he right here, Hot Boy he right here
The New No Limit, nigga this is our year
We about money, cars, bitches, hoes
Kicking out windows and knocking down doors
I'm a hustler motherfucker, I can't work for the man
Put them birds in the van, and holla catch me if he can
They feeling me, my enemies mean-mug
Still walk up in the club and buy the bars up
Like What The What What, Get Beat the Fuck Up
No Limit In This Bitch, You better shut the fuck up
[Chorus]
[Mr. Str8]
They don't wanna play with me, they scared, ain't said nothing
We too deep up in the club, we waiting to start stunting
Jumping like you crazy, like nigga you can't fade me
Tipsy on that remy, I'm ready to start blazing
Like holding the club down, dipping out with cha lady
Sprees on my Chevy, they spinning like changed faces
Movin through the hood, Choppin like I am racing
Boy say "He gone" but show me you can't hate me
Yeah this the year, so niggaz just disappear
Niggaz gonna expect it from me, I'm right chea
You drive, I'm right chea, My niggaz, we right chea
Riding, Might Drop Em, don't wanna play round here
We about money, cars, broads, hoes
Kicking out windows and knocking down doors
A cup full of remy and a bottle of Mo
I light that dro when its time to smoke
[Chorus]
[Desperado]
South West Philly P's
Them sawed off stickers, snatch out ya weave
You can't see me through the tips on the range
It ain't about the money, bitch we got change
[Yukon]
Gets ya hypnotic, Afficial, we bout it
Real niggaz up in the club, we ain't smiling
[Desperado]
Respect on our shirt, my shoes are P Miller
Find us on the block with thugs and drug dealers
The cuts on our diamonds is sharp as grease
It looks like the lights on our masterpieces
[Yukon]
My team strong so we ready for whatever
Bad chicks wit us like we came here together
Later on, I might lace something
We in the club, hella deep, but your ass wouldn't say something
[Mr. Str8]
Put your hood in the air, represent your city
Free C-Murder and wild out with me
[Chorus]
We riders, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider
We riders, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a rider
We riders, i'm a rider, i'm a rider, i'm a motherfuckin' rider
[C-Murder]
Any time dumpin' them fools
You see a motherfuckin' killer with No Limit tattoos
And when the smoke clear I know my job complete
And everyday I see dumb niggas die in the street
Run for cover if you soft, don't want no power
I'm a show guillotine in your picture and your mama gon' miss you nigga
You and your kids and your wife take your life
With a knife, it ain't right, but uh, the money was tight
Am I to aggressive nigga, it's hard to survive
And stay alive make you feel like a bitch inside
But if feel froggy jump, and watch me react and attack
And leave you layin' on your motherfuckin' back
Cause ain't no playin' in the game of life, the game of hustle
Where them niggas pack heat, fuck them niggas with muscle
Where the skinny niggas with the triggers sittin' on top of the mound
Runnin' fools clean out of town nigga
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
Gettin' high hittin' the ???
And runnin' from the law, damn niggas 'll talk
To many bitches sweatin' me so i'm fuckin' 'em all
Lace the weed and them hoes be takin' it all
Take 'em down like I just touchdown from ???
Just some bitch shit, it just be sweatin' my click
50 million so, still countin', still sittin' on top
You niggas only wish what I got
Fuck a bed, fuck a house nigga
Fuck you and the watch
I'm thugged out, I be clutchin' my Glock
With more than 5 reasons for you to call me a nerd
Cause infra red held lead come straight to your head
And then you dead nigga what's up now what's up now bitch
Nigga show me you made the wrong move
You lose, bye bye, just die, don't cry, when I get high
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
You bitch, I told you motherfuckers
No Limit Soldiers never drop we always on top motherfucker
Yo Silkk and C-Murder, just remember
As brothers, blood is thicker than water
And can?t no man, women or object infiltrate this family
When my Tru homies call me, I?ll be there
When my Tru homies need me, I?ll be there
I'll be around
Damn, it feels good to be Tru
That's why I gotta represent the tattoo
We roll deep when we creep in the streets
And stay strapped just like the police
No Limit or should I say the army
I feel like, can?t a damn thing harm me
You don?t want to go to war with a soldier
'Cause Tru villains throw nothing but boulders
My click assist of hard hitters
A bunch of use to be thug villains
And nobody don?t mess with name one of us
'Cause we make a lot of bustas run from us
Ain?t no such thing as a fist fight
You getting jumped, so you better have your mind right
Give me a call when it?s time to bang up
And I?m there before the phone hang up
When my Tru homies call me, I?ll be there
When my Tru homies need me, I?ll be there
When my Tru homies call me, I?ll be there
I?ll be around
I knew one day, my time was coming
But my whole world changed when I put Tru on my stomach
And nigga Tru stand for keeping it real
That's why we ride for our homies when our people are killed
I love my momma and my daddy for planting my seed
But me and my homies reminisce over Hennesy and weed
And all my loved ones lost trying to hustle and bang
I make R I P songs, just remember your name
And now Kevin, you a legend
Even though it send chills up my body, see Tru up in heaven
No Limit is my life, I love my job
That's why I roll with Tru homies like Jimmy and Boz
And T R U is the tank
And me and Silkk and C-Murder, we the links
I love my brothers over bitches and some bank
And when if you need me, I?m there for you blanc
[Incomprehensible]
When my Tru homies call me, I?ll be there
When my Tru homies need me, I?ll be there
When my Tru homies call me, I?ll be there
I'll be around
So I?m there when y?all need me, y'all, anytime
Now look
For my Tru soldiers, I put nothing in front of y?all
If something jump off, I?m jumping in front of y?all
You know what, they bet not touch none of y?all
'Cause everybody gotta go even if they touch just one of y?all
They say, "Silkk, you might die but that's my call"
Wrong or right, they right 'cause that's my dawgs
Thug living, living like sort of like a menace
Form with ex-cons, people on bonds waiting to get sentenced
You know what I?m saying?
And I ride with this tru click
It?s No Limit for life, look, ain?t nothing after this
And damn it feels good to be a soldier
I roll with niggas like C and P
[Incomprehensible]
Y?all my brothers when we fuss, I let y?all win
Wouldn?t trade y?all life for ten million so I couldn?t fight over ten
Tru tattoos and tanks just Boz and V
Just two a few that's down to ride with me
I know y?all want to let me see y?all doing it on y?all own
But if ya fall, never hesitate to call me on the phone, I?ll be around
When my Tru homies call me, I?ll be there
When my Tru homies need me, I?ll be there
When my Tru homies call me, I?ll be there
[Monster:]
Welcome to our house, the only one on the block with its very
own Torcher Chamber....
[C-Murder]
I ain't scared to die
so welcome to my muthafuckin torcher chamber
disrespect my crew, bitch you in danger
C-Murder who I be, TRU is my click
My minds on killin but in the process T'm gettin rich
ain't got no time for no niggaz that be stuntin
cause my mind gone
I'm workin with a little bit of nothin
niggaz wanna know,"Why they call you C-Murder?"
cause I don did more shit the average nigga never heard of
since I lost my brother
I'm always ready to shoot up
they say I went crazy ever since I tooed up
they say I went to jail I got that TRU up on my stomach
on my back and my arm, cause niggaz ain't funny
cause I'm No Limit for life
A motherfuckin soldier
this will be your last dance
I tried I told ya
flippin quarters to ones
and ounces to quarter keys
[cause niggaz from the south stack G's]
1-8-7 always on my mind, to you playa haters
fuck y'all, No Limit ain't hard to find
like I said before, you fools can't get me
a lot of niggaz scared to stand in the same room wit me
so don't fuck wit me unless you trying your fuckin wig split
C-Murder don't take no bullshit
[Chorus:]
I ain't scared to die
so welcome to my chamber
kill em all [Boom]
your life is in danger
[x4]
[C-Murder]
They label me an outkast
so an outkast what the fuck I be
specialize in homicides
and slangin "D"
cause every muthafucking thing I do, is drug related
nigga what you ain't got my money
I sure hate it
Be get that tey
It's time to pull a hard card
I'm like the devil, shootin niggaz make my dick hard
ridin on his set
I'ma catch him slippin
C-Murder like to see a nigga blood drippin
man make the money
but money don't make the man
Rest in peace nigga
this will be your last dance
cause fuckin wit my crew,
is like pissin on my set,
I man don't whoop ass,
the poke gon break your neck,
and if that don't stop ya
Serv gon rock ya
"P" gon pop ya
and silkk gon shock ya
cause once nigga, always a nigga
don't get no harder than me
cause when I kill ya, they won't find ya
so bitch don't fuck wit "C"
nigga break yourself
you heard what I said
two attempts on my life
muthafuckas want me dead
but I ain't paranoid cause I can't be stopped
sittin on half a key
and I'm still slangin rocks
cause I'm from the projects,where murder rates rise
but I'm still gettin paid
cause I ain't scared to die, slangin 24-7
my life is in danger
welcome to the torcher chamber
Ain't one of our fucking kind. It's okay, it's okay.
Don Vito.(It's on now) It's rules to 'dis(It's rules to 'dis) but you can't
break none of 'em.(None of 'em) All we got on the street is ours balls and
our word.(That's it. That's it.)
[Verse 1]
Yo its rules to this shit
and you can't break none of 'em(none of 'em)
It'll cost you nigga
so you can't break one of 'em(one of 'em)
Never get high
on your own supply
Never stunt, never get front nigga
more than you can buy
If a nigga's down on his luck
never fuck wit him right?
If a nigga rollin'
never fuck wit a nigga dice
Nigga ain't fuck wit you
never fuck wit a nigga life
No matter how good she look
never fuck wit a nigga wife
If a deal go down
then get the chrome
Never look suspicious when the switch is on
If you think you're tapped up
then switch your phone
Think a nigga watchin' your house
then switch your home
Always check your money
in case the shit gets off
You bought into it, know what you gotta do female
dish it off
Never talk back
gotta respect the boss
Never leave witnesses(beepbeepbeepbeep)
gotta check the pulse
[Chorus]
The world is yours if you follow the rules and play by it
All you got is balls and words, now stay by it
The streets of rap is still do or die
No matter where the fuck you at, the same rules apply
The world is yours if you follow the rules and play by it
All you got is your balls and words, you gotta stay by it
The streets of rap is still do or die
No matter where the fuck you at, the same rules apply
[Verse 2]
I done fucked wit killers in the south
east and west niggas hard
Fucked wit dealers in the north
the rest is broad
Every now and then you might catch me sexin' a star
Ain't no fault the only person I trust is
my guns and guard
We ghetto D.O. nigga and bounce to dat
All my rap sales and crack sale couldn't amount to dat
If I get caught wit more than a ounce of crack
I plead, take a three then I bounce right back
Niggas can't wait to take my place(place)
Niggas can't wait till I make a mistake
That's why I spin it all
cuz I know I can't take it wit me
Some jealous muthafuckers out there can't wait to get me(Ahhhh!!!!)
That's why I check that nigga
If I don't feel that nigga
I'm like "Dude, that's my dog,
how you can't be real wit a nigga?
How you gonna steal from me nigga?
See niggas will drill you nigga"
(But boss that's gonna cost)
Well, bill me nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Look, nigga
[fading]I'm a bad dude, shit, body full of tattoos
Type of nigga that your family don't want you hangin' round
cuz I'm bad news
[Chorus: Peaches]
The ghetto is a struggle but we've gots to change our lives
We've got to change our lives, Oh-oh
The ghetto is a struggle but we've gots to change our lives
We've got to change our lives, Oh-oh
[Master P:]
I've done seen it all in the bricks
Somebody said he would never change
The homies killin' up each other
Shit, I guess that is the dope game
And if you look like a thug, then that mean trouble
See my next door neighbor knockin' on the window
She wanna ???
And my water don't get hot, I got bleach in my holey socks
And my mom started stressin' us why I started sellin' rocks
And this street got my crazy
Momma said I can't lose my baby (Damn)
But see these niggas so shady (Ha Bro?)
Fuck the world if they take me
[Chorus]
[C-Murder:]
The ghetto is a struggle to me
Who can I be?
Will it bring trouble to me?
Before I rest in peace I ask my auntie to look up in the sky and thank
Before she turn another trigger, take another drink
I know it's hard
Tryin' to survive and not die and stay alive
But who you really foolin'?
Cause we all live a lie
It ain't the same wishin' ya didn't have any
Didn't want it and take it
But if the situation right then It's your pockets I'm breakin'
I lost my conscious when I lost my big brother
Ask my mother, I'm never changin' my ways
Not even for The Source cover
I puts it down like that on this track
To give back to the hood
It's a struggle (It's a struggle)
It's all good (It's all good)
[Chorus]
[Silkk the Shocker:]
The ghetto is a struggle, so I gots to make a change
You know it's hard on the streets, but I've gots to maintain
Mom pullin' up on my sleeve tellin' me don't leave
I'm like, "I gots to do what I gots to do
because if I don't, I don't eat"
Grew up with the rats and the roaches
Tryin' to stay focused (Stay focused)
Tryin' to survive in this world but it's like I stay hopeless
The world is a ghetto and I can't escape that (Can't escape that)
Every time I try to prove 'em wrong y'all just prove 'em right
Shit and, I hate that
I know I've made some mistakes black
Deep in the ghetto tryin' to find the queen
Tryin' to avoid the hoodrat
We've go to make a change
And in fact, we should
Just because we in the ghetto
We should still dream see past the hood
[Master P]
Inside the ghetto you see kids with no shirts or shoes
and no sweaters, and life is kinda cold,
little kids withdirty pampers and a god damn runny nose
and moms never home, never really had a da
now what really going on?, now what should I do?
my little brothers stomach growling in the god damn rich do
searching in the box for something to eat
knowing there aint gon be a god damn thing in there G
in the middle of the night it get strange
sister baby keep crying they want milk man
but she dont give a damn
she's out tricking for a hit dont give a fuck bout little sam
and all night long the neighbors fussing my ear to the wall
he beats us up and 2 hours later come the police
instead of helping honey rather fuck with me
its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep
now whats really going on G?
[Big Ed]
Man this police fatality gotta stop ma
cause brother aint going out like Rodney King no more
[Master P]
Little Sammy grew up to be the neighborhood dope dealer,
big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life
going to jail cause sam was just another night
money and dope was a trade
but not enough money to save this motherfuck's age
mama did sam like change
started ganking his own people like in the dope game
and I better run out to a quarter
that little sam wont live to see tomorrow
and the government really dont gives a damn
cause every neighborhood you find a fucking sam
its some little kid with no pride
but not enough education to survive
a lotta people in it to win
dont a damn about the lives they lose in the system
It's a shame, black politics and government
damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate,
so who are you going to judge when we all make mistakes
so I just move on
you cant stop a nigga from writting a bout it in a song
and I aint the one to get fucked
in other words you mess with P its like pressing your luck
and I'm getting paid,
and I aint gon let you treat every damn black man like a slave
[Chorus]
Sweated by the po po's they made me go pyshco
[C-Murder]
Coppers, choppers
fucking show stoppers
trying to catch C cause im slanging these rockers
leave me alone, I wanna go home
back to the place were the gangsta's rome
gotta whatch my back when I leave my house
cause they trying to get a rep, when they taking niggaz out
but I never hesitate to blast a cop
but when it all boils down either me or him drops
dis goes out to you punk ass hoes
when you see me pass, let me go
or ima get my gat and peel some caps
cause when im driving I keep my shi in my lap
so dont search my car, check my wheels
unless you ready to shoot I pay the funeral bills
thats what I say its too late to play
and if you think im playing just make my date
from the pork police to the punk ass rights
stop doing what your doing it could value your life
cause niggaz in the hood getting tired of that shit
its about that time, we all raise up bitch
so dont stop me pig when yousee my vogues
cause im simply sweated by the po po's
[Master P]
Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
[Chorus x3]
[King George]
In my rearview mirror its the po po's again
yeah im tripping cause I just got out the pen
the sucker motherfucker with a blue suit foo
trying to lock a nigga down on the que
riding my dick like a hoe from the stroe
a jealous bitch cause a nigga try and roe
that coward motherfucker with a badge on his chest
fuck with King, get a whole through your vest
like rat-tat-tat on your asshole
thats what I think about the motherfuckin the po po
[Silkk]
rolled on his set in his benz
everything cool, gotta make a dropoff
around 2, I got the dope went to the house
got my gat, rolling on the street were they at
servin fiends, servin fiends, letting em go
hmmm, sweated by the po po's
[Chorus]
[Master P]
get the gat here come the rat
rat-tat-tat put the pig on his back
and that will make pig feet
qnd with my gat shoot the ankles off the punk ass police
it cause they like to put me cop in the ziplock
and they go as the fuck everylad cop
cause bitches with a badge keeping attitude
but they never catch a bad dude
and just like traffic I merge, and work on your ass
like a search, take me down to me station
and I be killing motherfuckers like Jason
so buckle up your seatbelt coppers and motherfuckin
bitches gon need help
call up the army it take a million motherfuckers sisters
they still couldn't dis-arm me, cause I never ride solo
I pack a god damn A-K for the po po's
[Chorus x2]
Me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
[DIG:]
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
You niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
Them bitch niggas hollar soldier this and soldier that
But No Limit put that soldier shit on the map
[Verse 1]
I hit the street with my soldier fatigues, stand with my heat
I play this game for keeps and watch you bitch niggas bleed, ya heard me
I'm that D-I-G nigga from the third ya dig
Fuck around with me and you get that ass served ya dig
Smoked like herb ya dig, ya heard me bitch
I'm a give it to you raw and letcha burn ya dig
Ya learn ya dig, this is what you earn ya dig
Now you know the word ya dig, No Limit Soldiers bitch
[Chours:]
[Master P/(Magic)]
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die
[Verse 2: Magic]
Bitch I'm a motherfucking soldier till the day that I die
Come, get a little closer, see the tank in my eyes
Man you bitch niggas don't worry me
You screaming soldier but you fake niggas are wannabe's
Yall don't wanna fuck with me
For real, nigga take this soldier shit serious
I hope you niggas are hearing us, yall niggas are fearing us
Who started this, nigga we started this shit
Work hard for the Colonel, work hard for this bitch
You from the hood and you's a soldier
But if you ain't that false claiming shit is over
You phony, I heard you snitching to them po-po's
Boy you ain't no soldier, give it up to all them broke hoes
Boy you ain't no soldier, you actin jiggy with your yay nigga
Boy you ain't no soldier, but you gonna get your day nigga
Boy you ain't no soldier, I'm from the ninth ward where we real to this shit
We only taking what belong to us bitch
Cause we motherfucking soldiers
[Chorus:]
[Master P/(Magic)]
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (ya heard me)
I'm a soldier till the day that I die (what)
We soldiers till the day that we die (ya heard me)
[Verse 3: Master P]
Ha ha, what's up to all them motherfucking soldiers out there?
What's up Cash Money nigga.
We feeling yall niggas.
Niggas think we beefing nigga but it's realer then this.
There's too much money for everyone to get.
What's up DMX nigga, ha ha.
Jay-Z, So So Def, motherfucking Suave House.
Them all niggas soldiers.
Motherfucking Rap-A-Lot, yall niggas soldiers.
What's up Mack-10 nigga, Cube, E-Feezy, ha ha.
Bone, yall niggas soldiers.
To the north, to the south, to the east.
And all yall real niggas and real bitches in the west, represent.
This song here is only dedicated to the real motherfuckers.
Treal motherfuckers.
[Master P]
A coward dies a million deaths but a soldier only dies once
The good run, Well the bad stand anytime
We ride for the block (Hoody Hoo)
We ride for the hood
We ride for what we believe in
We ride or die for our people cause we all we got
[Chorus x4]
We got problems then we ride (we ride)
Take the Techs, 4-5s, and we stick em outside
[Master P]
Roll down the window, I ain't hollerin at no bitch
This nigga hiding from me, I heard this nigga turned snitch
You give me five, I can get it done
Take two, see em on the porch tonight, they be less one
Throw up the rags when I fold up
Nigga the game over fucking with these No Limit Soldiers
We was born to ride, born to die
Suck it up at the funeral, Real niggaz don't cry
We can take it to the battlefield
Fuck the police, the judges, tonight shit done got real
Like T-Mac, I'ma rocket nigga
We see the motherfuckers, aim, cock, and pop it nigga
[Chorus]
[Halleluyah]
Yea ay yo
If drama involved, the heat come out, my problem get solved
You better duck or they'll fire back more
Gangsta shouldn't be in your vocabulary
Most niggaz be shook, one shot'll drop an adversary
Yo I'm coming with goons who fight like the wild west and
I know why y'all trying to sell sex like Loon?
Get real in the game of life
Niggaz get killed if they aim ain't right
Or if your game ain't tight
Young soldier buckle up, niggaz change at night
Put something hot in your stomach to change ya life
Make moves or get left behind
Move wrong and your soul move on from a tech or a nine
I remeber when we were kids
We shed all our hurt and tears (and tears)
No matter what the weather, what the weather
We were always togerther (always together)
We grew up as time went on
We became seperated (seperated)
[chorus x2]
It was a sad day (it was a sad day)
When my homie went away ( when my homie went away)
It was a sad day (it was a sad day)
When Kevin went away (when Kevin went away)
[Master P]
Kevin life aint tha even tho we gots tah change
see momma dont understand how you died in tha game
and grandma get older, Little Kevin hes a soldier
we done made it out da ghetto aint no more run'n for tha rollers
tattooed your face on my arm so you legacy could live on
you said "P be strong" with out you we all alone
I know its been a few years you your birthday we shed tears
and i don't wanna question you God
But why he took you and left us here?
It was a sad day (it was a sad day)
when my homie went away (when my homie went away)
it was a sad day (it was a sad day)
when my homie went away (when my homie went away)
[Silkk]
LooK - Just thinkin about you my nigga bring tears to my eyes
I mean im hard and all but even tha realish niggaz cry
and when you left, part of me died too
And who ever knew Kevin like I knew Kevin shhh ya'll would cry too
just think'n about you, if you were still here
how much different remenisin on one of your pictures
lookin at the family thinkin we always got one miss'n
and I can still remember tha last words (and mine aint even started)
look your never forgotton cuz on your birthday i go and put flowers on your
grave
I still remember when P and C broke tha news to me at school about your death
told me "Silkk time would heal our wounds"
Its been oh five years and i aint healed yet
Now I feel somthing I'm tryin tryin to be strong
I know moms tryin to hold on
even tho your here and your gone
I got so many questions, thats why i cant move on
(Its somthing about you)
It was a sad day (it was a sad day)
when my homie went away (when my homie went away)
it was a sad day (it was a sad day)
when my homie went away (when my homie went away)
[C-Murder]
Now as i could remember (remember)
A couple of months before December (December)
I still can't take tha pain
we all are stuck in this ghetto rain
I learned my lesson, could your blessings
watch your enemys and watch your friends
and if it aint your blood dont show that man no love
cuz kindness make you weak and cause blindness in tha streets
and the vultures commin to get you
when none of ur real homies is wit ya
and its sad cant break the cycle
and take a drink wit my uncle Michael
and my momma question my silence
but i blame this sinceless violence
don't wanna wake up cuz when imma asleep
you still alive up in my dreams
a few seconds of happy thoughts to keep my mind at eaze
and then Kevin its like you ghost my body freeze when ever i see him
If anybody got yours ways, you know it'd be him
[x2]
it was a sad day (it was a sad day)
when my homie went away (when my homie went away)
it was a sad day (it was a sad day)
[Master P]
Whazzup with all y'all Tru niggaz
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller
This ya motherfuckin colonel
Rest in peace Tupac
of the motherfuckin team
And all y'all up there soldiers
Whazzup Big Boz, nigga!
Master P
I got C-Murder with me
T-Scot
L.D.
Silkk the Shocker
Big Mo
Gangsta T
And you know what?
Big Man
We No Limit soldiers - I thought I told ya [x6]
Mr. Serv On
Mia X
Mo B. Dick
Craig B
Hope nigga!
So bitch get ya mind right - I thought I told ya [x2]
Kane and Abel
Skull Duggery
We No Limit soldiers - I thought I told ya [x2]
T-R-U
All y'all motherfuckin Tru soldiers
[Verse One: Master P]
Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me
Cause I'm the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggaz and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than Cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man
but I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin
no bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that
Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy
Ask any motherfucker in America they'll tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
[Chorus: Master P]
We No Limit soldiers - I thought I told ya [x8]
[Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker]
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya
Nigga I come to life and I scare all y'all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga
Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y'all niggaz
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
that's all I be around, nigga fuckin fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
Nigga I tried to told ya
Everybody quiet.... while I load up this rifle (attention!)
Now all my soldiers start fightin
It's time - to go deep cover
Get to whoopin like Danny Glover, smother like jelly
Really, go deep like Jim Kelly
Fuck it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly
Think we playin bitch, well we ain't
I heard we had drama motherfucker
Put up the Benz and now we drive the tank
Cause all I want to be was a soldier
All I want to be was a soldier, soldier
[Chorus 1/2]
[Verse Three: C-Murder]
I'm a No Limit motherfuckin soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe
3rd Ward, I'm from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies Kane and Abel
No Limit, the world's number one fuckin rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts
Dope slanga, now I'm slangin CD's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me
Like Skull I'm a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya
We be some motherfuckin No Limit TRU soldiers
[Chorus 1/2]
[Verse Four: Mia X]
Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em
they split ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one
Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic
My shit so tight, it's more correct than right, when I recite
absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz
Perpetratin behind water gun triggers
Hurry up and figure out that studio Gotti's catch hotties to the mouth
Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that bitch from the South
Mia X hoes, you don't want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one
to come stompin out the N.O., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I'm flexin on your WHOLE crew
Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist
Ya talkin shit, I'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I'm walkin wit
the big dogs without hesitation, Unlady Like as ever
Full of, verbal annhilation
Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't
I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank
No Limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest
to deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
in reach, so we can touch yo' ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers
[Chorus 3/4]
I thought I told ya
TRU niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life nigga
Jumpin off the tank
Master P talking; Oh yeah a wise man once told me never bring a
motherfucking knife to a gunfight. Ha bra If you do you might lose your
motherfucking life nigga. Never snitch on your homies, and never tell a
bitch where your stash at.
[Chorus x4]
[Master P]
Never take knife to a gunfight
You on enemy lines we gotta ride tonight
[Baby Solider]
I'm Baby Soilder
I done told ya
I'm taking over
I'm getting colder
I'm putting 20's on a rover
Money spending windows tinted
My cousin C told me if it ain't tru i can't get up in it
We on the rise we got the shine
Where y'all stay broke niggas slang nickels and dimes
We outstand it, we should've planned it
Moving birds everyday niggas we taking chances,we taking chances
[Chorus x4]
[D.I.G.]
First of all I got my niner, she's my body breeder
And every time that I squeeze she screams like Anita
That's why I keep her to my motherfucking waist line
In case one of you niggas try and take mines, thugged out
And I'm leaving your set with my guns out
And it ain't no love know
I'ma about bust your your shit and watch you drown
And your heart stop
And know you feel the pain coming from my glock
And that's what you get for trying to hit my motherfucing block
[Chorus x2]
[Reginelli]
Y'all niggas got the game fucked up trying to beef with me
I'm Reginelli I'm more deadly than the HIV
And for all them niggas that oppose me you better bring help
I'm like pork chops and pork and beans I'm bad for your health
This niggas a devil
The fatal thought sank in my mind
I'm so fucked up I don't if I'm living or dying
I got gun you got a knife
You living good I'm living trife
[C-Murder:]
This is for everybody out there livin' that life, ya know
We livin' like hustlers now-a-days, We livin' like some G's
[Chorus: Peaches (Mo B. Dick)]
TRU niggas livin' like some hustlers, hustlers
TRU niggas livin' like some G's (Livin' that life)
TRU niggas livin' like some hustlers, hustlers
TRU niggas livin' like some G's (Livin' that life)
[C-Murder:]
I wake up and shower ??? and brush my teeth
And page my niggas, call my bitches, and card them snitches
Cause TRU niggas gon' ball, no matter what (what)
We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro
And did a day livin' by the AK
>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees'
And gettin' high, it comes with the job
I used to rob to stay alive and now I'm runnin' with the mob (TRU)
And makin' dope hits after dope hits
>From the Ice Cream Man, to the motherfuckin' Crime Fam'
Iced out from the words that I speak
A new freak every week I be puttin' to sleep
I puts it down like that
I got the game in my vein
Million dollar rings and things and still want change
Ghetto Fabulous, soldier nigga, fuck a busta
I'm a TRU nigga and I'm livin' like some hustlers
[Chorus]
[Master P:]
Don't play no games
Y'all check this shit out
I started small time dope game, neighborhood coke man
From the Calliope Projects to the neighborhood dope man
Bitches wanna see me, Niggas wanna be me
Holla at ya boy if ya really fuck with me
I'm a ghetto superstar, yeah we live raw
Believe none of what you hear
And half of what you saw
Fuck the press, I wear a bulletproof vest
And the world hate the P cause I made it out the mess
So, I'm 'a ball 'til I fall nigga
TRU won't fall nigga
Hoody Hooo is the call nigga
And if you ain't with No Limit fuck 'em all nigga
Cause real niggas ride
Playa haters die
I represent the 504 and Southside
Where they'll pay you for that scrilla
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch them lil' niggas
She was cute and I met her by the bus stop.
I just beat this fiends ass,
they got me for a fuckin ride.
I guess the nigga hoped they was fucked up,
till the nigga rucked up,
this fine bitch had walked up.
I say what's your name, do ya got a name,
and since she crossing the street
can a mack hold ya fuckin hand?
But this shit had fucked me up at first,
because she smiled with a smurf and turned
around and said that will work.
She was a perfect 36, 24, 36.
She had ass like a stalion bro.
She kept this muthafuckin look in her eye,
we jumped in a ride.
She started rubbin on a niggaz thy.
I put her to the floor,
took of my shirt and my pance
and let my feet hang out the car door.
She said you're kinda fast, and I knew it.
I said ya like me,
I like you so let's do it.
See I'm a playa,
a pimp, so let's do it.
See I'm a playa,
a pimp so let's do it.
See I'm a playa,
a pimp so let's do it.
See I'm a playa,
a pimp so let's do it.
Yo man I ain't never been spun on to bitch,
but check this out man,
I just got more ham than a muthafuckin meat market,
DAMN!
I was cold, chillin in my crib.
Thinkin bout this girl the and way she make me spit.
It feels kinda strange, because it's like i knew her,
but all I really knew was her name.
I just can't forget, it happened so quick,
but she make me feel logic.
Now I'm in the sneakin, niggaz into creeping.
Hey P, man ain't that yo beeper beepin?
Yeah man come just pass me the phone,
let me call this girl back.
You know what I'm saying? Hello? Hello,
may i speak to Mari.
Yeah this is, this is Mari.
Hey what's up baby? P I know you have a girlfriend,
but I was thinkin and just wonderin how you feel bout me?
You know what baby I was thinkin bout you too.
You know what I'm sayin?
I like you a lot and I was hoping I could see you tonight.
I'm in this dice game.
Silkk got my 97, 211's coming out my hands.
I'm hating them bitch's like hoes.
But that was my girl so you know a nigga gotta go.
When niggaz started acting funny talking shit
bout your one and only chance to win back his money.
I had to put this punk in line,
and when he turn his back I told Silkk to pass me my fuckin 9.
Because I ain't the one to be fucked with,
and you know that the P don't take no bull shit.
But I live kinda strange,
but you know there aren't no fuckin rules in this fucking game.
But can't a gansta fall in love,
I don't know. Because niggaz only serving fiends and thugs.
No time to thing I'm on the run,
I'm bout to leave the state,
she's bout to have my son.
She wanna come and I knew it,
and all I can tell this girl is
[Silkk]
Yo, what's up nigga, this Silkk the motherfuckin' Shocker
I got my girl Mia-X in this bitch
Unladylike, pimpstress, macstress, mobbstress, No Limit Soldier
Y'all ain't ready, get motherfuckin' ready, and hit 'em up Mia
[Mia X]
Open it up, make way for a bitch that's down
Stand aground and move dope by the ki's, bundles, and pounds
Crown niggas in the way of progress
Mobbstress with intelect above the rest
Of the nanny goes wanna be sex symbols
Nuckle head hoes sexin' like nymphos with nothin' to show
I ain't that hoe to get fucked and forgot
But I'm the hoe that plots, on ya dope spot, the top notch,
Biggest momma of them all
Hoes be claimin' killa , drug dealer , I come to fade you all
Cause I'm that mommy on a mission, with intermission
For shopping sprees and Kamen Island breezes
Read, Forbes magazine, with money launderin' schemes
Gon' show the others, the first ghetto bitch on the cover
Brothers respect me like Sheba, they label me the, street diva
Mama Mia skilled with the heater
My dumb hoe beaters, my right and left
Got them gum poppin', neck twistin', chicken heads in check
Cause when I wreck it's like an 18 wheeler to yo Pinto
So you don't wanna feel my connect hoes
Go call yo people, well that's gon' make it worse(fo' sure)
Cause I gots mo' backup than reverse, I come to hurt
This fucking Rap industry with my street terminology
Runnin' motherfuckers from my lyrical ruckus
Strictly fo' the ghetto bitches
Representing every hood, every ward, every set, every project
Miss X or Sarah Lee in my rhymes
The biggest momma, I'm here to cease yo shit like a stop sign
It's my time
[Master P]
Ughh, it's Mia-X time fool
I tried to told ya
New album featuring Master P, Silkk the Shocker,
Kane & Abel, the whole TRU click
Unlady Like, got ghetto bitches,
And niggas fiendin', all across the motherfuckin' world
Heh, check it out, got niggas fiendin'
Y'all ain't gotta be fiendin' no more
Gangsta bitch, this shit about to drop real soon
Finally got somebody to represent
Mia-X, Unlady Like, realest female you ever heard
Produced by the Beats by the Pound, the realest label you ever heard
Y'all know we make nothin' but platinium sounds
Smoke doshia for y'all niggas to smoke in the 9 skrilla
We gon' break pieces 9.95 to 16.95
We gon' make it so you get your money's worth
Unlady Like, the new album
Cause Mia-X, Unlady Like, the hardest shit you ever heard
Light it up nigga, huh it's 'bout to drop, real soon
And all y'all fake hoes step off
-Hey son?
-Hey dad.
-Son, whos your favorite rapper and who's your favorite rap group?
-You are, cause you the real ice cream man and my favorite rap group is T.R.U. cause I'm true 2 da game.
-Aha, I'm true 2 da game too son. You did your homework? You got any studying to do?
-Yea dad. Studying this, just how to be a true playa. Wanta ask me some questions?
-Yea son. Let me see this. Oh they didn't have questions like this when I grew up son, but I guess whatever
it takes to make you be a man son. I'm all for it. Son, the first question is, if you rap about another
rapper on a record, what are you?
-You a sucka!
-Aha, you got that right son. Next question. If you hate another for being successful, what are you?
-You mean like, you rollin in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you, the pigs be pulling you over cause you
be black and you be sittin on triple gold, like the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out?
-Yea son, what is that, what you call that?
-Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA.
-Huh, you got that right son. Look like you gonna past this test, but I got one more question for you. Son, if
any man depends on another man and can't think on his own, can't survive on his own, can't take good care of his
family, you know what I mean son. I mean, you were put in this world by yourself, you're supposed to depend on you
and nobody else. I mean son, when a man can't function on his own and put his problems on another man, son, what type
of man is that? What do you call that type of person?
-Dad, can I curse?
-Son, if you have to express yourself. Tell me, what type of man is that?
-That a punk ass bitch
-Hehehe, damn little P, you bout it, bout it, just like your daddy. Oh wait, one more question before I leave though.
What you wanna be when you grow up?
[Master P]
Grew up in the ghetto in Cali
Were sellin dope has one technically
Tanqueray twice a week
2 keep a nigga like me on the run G
Dodging the police side
And whatchin the moves that jackers be tryin
Mom would cry when I leave the house
She said she had a bad dream, a king g took her out
She say they caught me one in the chest
I said mom did I ever shoot back
Now im on the neighborhood alert
I pack a fuckin 9
like mom would pack her purse
For the suckers tryin to catch me slipin
And like short dogg say I aint tripin
But I look at life kinda strange
And all the old G's tell me all the time
P get out the dope game
Stick with your raps & go legit
And it wont be long till ya make your motherfuckin hit
Now that kinda shit kept me pumped
I hooked up with the Ski, and C, and T and now I'm the one
The one from the bay
It started in the rich
And moved to the O, to Frisco
Now they bumpin my sounds and sack
Pittsburg, Palianto, and every damn cadillac
From Cinncinati, Kentucky, to Seattle
They say my shit just movin like cattle
Movin like columbian cargo from Boston to Chicago the play me down
In Texas from the low rider, benzmen, to the drop top Lexus
Im pumpin in New Orleans, Down South, Alabama, to D.C.
All in one year I deliver funky sounds from San Diego, to Denver
Delaware were my fans get stronger from Ohio, Milwalke, to Oklahoma
Now I'm on a tour in every city from Florida, Detroit, to Kansas City
Strated local and then went nationwide from Georgia,
Philadelphia, to the east side
Now I'm a hit and ya can't stop a nigga like me cause
I'm the funkiest.....
I'm the Motherfuckin Funkiest
Yeah we just chillin in this motherfucker you know what I'm sayin
We got Eazy A Ski in this motherfucker
CMT with that layed back ass track
you know what im sayin comin at your motherfuckin back
But just in case you didn't know Master P is the motherfuckin Funkiest
For the 92,93,and 94 and how ever fuckin it may go
but check this out, You know what im sayin
I want to thank all yo motherfuckers for support a nigga like P
you know what im sayin, cause we straigt comin up in this bitch
Got Big Ed co-chillin in this motherfucker
Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C she definetly an effect
and you know what, yo C ride me off this motherfuckin laid back ass track
Don't make me call the dogs
(Use my ghetto code)
Oh, we got beef?
(Hoody Hoo)
I represent the dirty south
For all my thugs and thugettes out there to the world
Get rowdy, rowdy, 'bout it, 'bout it
(Where they at?)
Where the Tru thugs at?
4 or 5 hummers, Burban, Jag for the summer
SS sittin' 20's but I ain't no muthafuckin' stunter
Grab the gat, where they at, rat-tat-tat-tat
I represent the 3rd ward
You a rookie, I'm a vet, you the captain, I'm the crunch
You got that dinner, I got the lunch
Hit the weed, pass the blunts
Your eyes red, you got the munchies
How you like me now, gold teeth when I smile
Try to take me out the ghetto but I'm still buck wild
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
(Hoody Hoo)
That's the code for them killas
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
One for the money, two for the show
Three for my niggaz, four to go
When I hear Hoody Hoo it's time to ride
Let nothin' slide, let nothin' go
If you 'bout your paper then scream
(Hoody Hoo)
If you don't fuck with them haters scream
(Hoody Hoo)
If you about big thangs then scream
(Hoody Hoo)
If about havin' thangs the scream
(Hoody Hoo)
Whoa, hold on lil' daddy, watch my feet
I know you gettin' rowdy and everything
KL, bring that beat back
Drop the hot shit, so I can cop the new shit, the blue six
Niggaz hatin' these days, so guess what, I bulletproofed it
N O L I M I to the T nigga, Tru is who we be nigga
Then scream if you with me nigga
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
(Hoody Hoo)
That's the code for them killas
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
Straight from the South, got them golds in my mouth
Converse on my feet, thug girls bounce dat ass to the beat
We be No Limit niggaz, and we rowdy
We come to the club and get the motherfucker wildin'
Fuck, I been to the streets, rest in peace to my peeps
Stay at home if you weak, gotta hustle just to eat
And the pound put it down, all them girls can't tell
Tru niggaz make mail, all them haters go to hell
Throw 'em up Uptown, all the way to Downtown
You might get clowned, so you better pack a round
Tru niggaz want it all, we gon' ball till we fall
Put my tank on the wall, Hoody Hoo be call, nigga
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
(Hoody Hoo)
That's the code for them killas
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
(Hoody Hoo)
That's the code for them killas
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
So buckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
(Hoody Hoo)
That's the code for them killas
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
(What you wanna do?)
(Hoody Hoo)
Buckle up, knuckle up
[Chorus]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x
Is there a heaven for a gangsta
[Master P]
Grew up in the ghetto raised by a killa
TRU across my stomach
your neighborhood thug nigga
Trying to make it out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
The ghetto got me crazy
I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady pregnant with a baby
2Pac said is there a heaven for a g
But I wonder if there's a resting place for killas and gangstas like me
Been fucked up for most my life
done sold my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187
Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks
I See death around the corner
My time to go I'm ready black
Cause I'm a soldier gone off that douja
Aint no crying at my funeral I lived life to the fullest a high roller
So when I die put me in a pine box
Bury me like a g 2 glocks and a fucking bag of rocks
And open up clouds for a stranger
Before you take me Lord tell me
[Chorus]
[Silkk]
Just a young nigga addicted to fast cars fast money and fast bitches
Git me blasting til its the mothafucking last nigga
Its gone be hard trying to get to heaven cause my life is mostly marred
All I see is 2 levels and 187 sell a nigga ??
So living gangstafied and gang banging
You know just imaging niggaz be acting bad up there
if they had a heaven for a gangsta
Block parties all days til we get tired, free sex like the sixties
Nigga drinking up on some forties, nigga pumping up on some swishies
Dice game every hour
For the gangstas money and power
Rewards for niggaz that's bout it
Extra time for busters and cowards
Cause every nigga on the block I know
will be living in mansions and riding old school
If I was born to be the fucking president
everythin I ride would be on some gold shoes
Is there a heaven for a gangsta I can't wait
Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
Is there a heaven for a mothafucking gangsta ass nigga like me ( I doubt it)
Cause niggaz like me down south (New Orleans) stay bout it
Swamp niggaz,
TRU Soldiers
fill your head with lead
I ain't scared to die I'll smoke your ass like douja
Retaliation is a must so I bust
Your ass be on the run I can't keep bullets up in my fucking gun
They ask me why am I so sick,
its because of my click
Full of murders and robbers, rehabilitated convicts
Rest in peace to all my fucking dead niggaz that took the stand
Lord forgive me but I know I'm going to hell man
I walk the streets with my converse, khakies and my chrome gack
Pockets full of drug money and crack, heroin
Will I ever see the man upstairs I know my chances are slim
Cause God don't want no killas standing next to him
So I'm a hustle and sell my D (dopeman)
But I wonder is there a heaven for a gangsta nigga like me
[C-Murder Talking]
[HOOK]
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas (Some bad motherfuckas)
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas
We some hard niggas, hard niggas, hard niggas (Some bad motherfuckas)
[C-Murder]
I make money off top, turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks, so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state, I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by the gate, and got the camera with ???
And twenty g's in my draws, money taped to my balls
And I really can't move [Why?] or that shit might fall
I'm a gangsta, I sell dope nigga, it's my job
'89 was the year when I started to rob
I'm a fool, I used to smoke weed at school
And got kicked out because I toted a tool
Other niggas used to run, but me I stood still
Cuz if a nigga fucked up [Hmph!] ??? was killed
And ask Sam, I'm blowing on fools like WHAT!
That nigga opened his mouth, so I fucked him up
Nigga what, you don't want me to pull this trigger
I told you motherfuckas we some hard ass niggas (Bitch)
[HOOK x2]
[Master P]
Mask up with the homies when it's time to ride
Niggas thugged out wit' life til' the day that we die
Tattoos on my arm nigga stomach and back
They cocking Tech-9's like a mechanic cock a car-jack
I'm from the city where we don't give a fuck
Nigga ?? up the wrong hood and niggas gon' shut you up
Nigga we bout big bucks, stash outdoor in the cut
Holla 'Hoody Hoo' when the rollers rode up
We ghetto millionaires, but they call us rejects
Because we love to smoke weed and fuck bitches in the project
I tried to creep threw the hood and them Feds tried to book me
He said what you doing back here in New O. I say I love ghetto pussy
[HOOK]
[Fiend]
(Waump! Waump!)
I'm ghetto ??? getting my profession them balls working deadly weapons
If I die them young niggas can take it as a lesson
My clips be side jumping But a nigga name Wessun, first name Smith
Known in the hood for pretty ??
Let me introduce myself, the one that toted SHOTTY!
Tossing em in ya body
Blame it on the Bacardi
Niggas don't wanna start me
I'm B-A-D, sometimes I get kinda afraid of me
Survivors thun graded me on brains batts and all
Because befo' I steer em wrong,
I'd rather have my ??
The hardest is gone, I just arrived collecting was rightly mine
You won't some hard niggas you can catch us on the grind (We some)
[C-Murder: talking]
Check this out my nigga.
I've been a hot boy for a long motherfuckin' time, ya heard me.
It was cool for a minute, but shit I gotta jump up out this shit.
Free from murder attempts on my life, you know.
I got a family to feed, you know.
I'm trying to jump about the game.
[Chours x2]
Hail mary
Hail mary, please help me, I wanna live
And forgive me for the dirt that I did
I been a thug since I was born
And nuttin' change but I been trapped in this game too long
[Verse 1: C-Murder]
Hail Mary
Freak or murder attempts on my life
And my soul is gettin cold and I'm facin' parole
Heavy gangsters looking burry
But who can I tell from my cell to hell, don't let me die in jail
One foot up in the grave and my back against a brick wall
I'm having dreams about a image trying to kill us all
I count my blessing but I'm stressin', Smith N Wesson
Fool testing my nuts, I'm still throwing them up
And spitting blind rounds at my shadow, tweekin' for drama
I found a call from my momma, she don't want me around
And everything I touch seem to turn cold
And every nigga that I hang with don't grow too old
Hail mary
[Chours x2]
[Verse 2: C-Murder]
Two elevens got me sweatin', will I lose my rights
Convicted fellon with 187, facin' twenty five to life
I'm just another lil' nigga ready to ride on dem bustas
Like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder why I trust ya
Use to hustle for fun nigga, a young nigga, dumb nigga
Now they got me on the motherfuckin' run nigga
I used to laugh at them other niggas runnin' from the cops
Now these bitch niggas sweatin' my block
My ghetto dreams got me wishing for a quarter bird or something
I ask them ballers but them niggas ain't frontin
It's rest in peace in my future, how long will I live
Hail mary please forgive me for the dirt that I did
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Magic]
I sit and wonder with all the things I hear my people say
Like, Magic, God is coming back some day
Am I ready, shit I don't know, I'm just trying to survive
I'm hustlin' and strugglin', can't you see the pain in my eyes
I've been doing this shit for way too long, plus I'm way too strong
It's hard doing right when all I ever done was wrong
Thug to the bone but I know I gots to move on
The devil's itching to get me and I don't think I got long
Thank God for TRU, and every word I say is for real
Ya'll couldn't imagine some the dirt I did
Shit I used to rob, steal, click click and kill for a meal
So close to death when I had just started to live
My lord
[Master P]
F-F-F-Fuck that shit.
If you don't like how I'm living well fuck you.
F-F-F-Fuck that shit.
If you don't like how I'm living well fuck you.
Back to the muthafuckin locs, niggaz wanna joke,
but it's time to sell, let's go.
Niggaz talking bout the rich ain't hard as dope,
but they better back off because we came up.
Now I'm back in the hood with the whole
sceam selling dope to the muthafuckin dope fiends.
3 keys and the nigga came up,
too many fiends to keep this muthafuckin game up.
Now I'm rapping, niggaz say I win for jyp, sike!
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit. From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
Life.
Life in the muthafuckin game,
you know you have to live in the
south to get a muthafuckin name.
Wanna be me, wanna be you,
but they ain't down with a fuckin clue.
Talkin that shit for centuries,
[???] that hoe never been to penitentery.
Niggaz I hit, niggaz talking shit,
but a nigga that don't quit.
Can't hook the muthafuckin beata,
I pack a fuckin 9 for the suckas that wanna greed us.
I'm a nigga on a role to get paid, bitch.
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
Back to the muthafuckin fiend,
back on another niggaz dream.
Niggaz gettin paid by the grouse
and every fuckin body in the hood gotta sell dope.
Because the white man gotta fucking see us sold out,
the ghetto code living and then it blows up.
Niggaz getting jacked for their jewels.
Read bout another nigga on the fuckin news.
Niggaz go trippin, niggaz in there dippin,
but a gold P ain't snippin.
Niggaz out whatchin his fuckin back,
niggaz get stuck like that. Fuck that shit.
Fuck that shit. Give a nigga a fuckin deal on a job,
give a nigga the gatt code and teach him how to ride.
Because the way i felt won't pay a nigga rent, he still can't.
You said it makes no sense to take a brotha
to jail for his reputation, when the government is
drived by the flation.
A brotha gettin beat by the police,
one black judge and you think this shit is sease.
I'm sell caine to get my grits, because I can't get a job so...
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Yeah and now you know that the muthafuckin Real Untouchables
is straight bumpin that muthafucka
underground shit to yo muthafuckin speaker.
All you niggaz that think we weak you better jump off,
before we get a muthafuckin 9mm you crizzome.
In other words all you punk muthafuckas
that out chasin and probation,
and don't wanna see a nigga come up,
you ain't nothin but a punk-ass bitch.
Check this out I wanna say fuck that shit to the system,
the punk police,
the radio station that doesn't wanna play our shit,
and all those niggaz that think we can't come up.
Fuck ya'll too young saying.
Yo G you got something you wanna
say before we cut out this muthafucka?
[Calli G]
Yeah I wanna say fuck the muthafuckin FBI,
the CIA and any muthafucka that's playing ???.
Step up and get quickness in the muthafucka,
because I'm fiending for 187.
Anytime any day. Yeah, yeah.
We out this muthafucka, kid cut the music off.
Fuck ya'll.
Fuck that shit.
Answer the phone P.
[C-Murder]
As I wake up and look into the motherfucking mirror
I realize I'm staring into the eyes of a killer
C-Murder who I be, TRU be my click
My mind's on killing but in the process I'm getting rich
As I walk out the crackhouse strapped
With my bulletproof vest cause I can't live with no bullets up in my chest
I'm a soldier, bitch I told ya
With a shot from the Calliop to the Magnolia
Cause it's a known fact that I sell crack
You fuck with me I'll smoke your ass like cuz smoked this track
Beeper blowin I gots to apprehend my drug money
But I see popo's in the car and commence to running
This cuz I knew keeps his rocks up in a skittles bag
Nigga I'll be a little late but have my cash
Jumped in the caddilac and hit I-10
Got on the mobile lemme see which hoe I'm gonna go up in
Cocked my weapon cause I aint got no time for no bullshit
Ready to kill one of these hoes jealous ass boyfriend
Nigga, don't hate me cause I'm getting head while I'm smoking weed
And when I'm done I'll fix a sandwich and I'm outie G
[??????] I aint workin with it all
I blame that shit on spending half of my life behind bars
The fedz talkin bout, no limit full of drug dealers
But homocide know C-Murder is a born killer
[Chorus]
They say I'm a drug dealer
But look into the eyes of this motherfucking killer x2
My mind playin tricks cause um, I think some dope missing
Time to check my crackhouse cause something fishy
And I aint taking no shorts nigga ask Silkk
I'm known to fold a nigga head like a fuckin quilt
Call bye cause I smell a fuckin murder coming
No limit soldiers bout to have this fuckin party jumping
Infared on AK's for a better aim
T-Shirt, bulletproof vest cause, uh, bullets gots no name
Cause six deep is how we mob
Time for a 187, a motherfucking homocide
They put another x up on my tatooes
Laughing as another nigga sing the blues
Like Frank Nino, I feel funeral homes make a nigga wish they kept thier
motherfuckin ass home
You can take me to jail bitch, but that's dumb
Cause the witness will never make it to the motherfucking courtroom
I'm legendary ask them hoes, see, they be loving
I'm not 2pac but uh, I'll still be thugging
Cause dope, pussy and money is what I live for
Besides my family, that's something I'll kill for
Disrespect my click, and you will feel a
Blast from this motherfucking natural born killa
Yo we ridin' dirty, you don't know me bitch
[Chorus:]
Silkk and Mercedes together
Mercedes, Tru niggaz down and dirty
[x2]
[Silkk]
Watch your back when I be ridin
Cause I'm known to get down and dirty
Or should I say I'm bout it, bout it!
[Silkk]
See I'm, always sulkin like a bad kid
AK's under the mattress, automatic for static
Watch your back when I ride
Cuz I, roll with the tech and blastin will be uncivilized
Hat, like y'all niggaz heard me
I'm known to get down and fuckin dirty
Y'all bustas just ain't worthy
I live loose adn live frightless
I'm in a crowded room, cut the lights off, turn em back on
I got everybody's rings and necklace
Check check this, hop on the block, nigga
Stop, nigga out my mind, thinkin like a glock nigga
It's a risky business, ask Boz he'll tell ya
Ask P, he'll tell you niggaz, six deep is how us G's ride
On some gangsta shit
I'm down to kickin your fuckin door
But I'll spray this shit, y'all ain't feelin
I'm doin it for a meal
Stop pause for a sec, I'm ridin dirty, guard your grill
[Chorus x4]
[Silkk]
I'm on some Beamer 740 shit, crazy retarded shit
Some rum bacardi shit
When I bust, niggaz run, cuz they know, I hardly miss
Potnas be trippin ever since I first made it
I'm bad like a first grader
Face like a eight grader
I'm on some shit that'll make the niggaz wanna jump out the game
I'm down to act bad, dude I got through, to make some change
By any means me dream is on the triple beam
Schemes twice a week to get my money of my cream
Y'all bitches ain't feelin, how I do it, how I won it
If you did it, I done done it, dope I count less than hundred
Got one of my block retaliatin, till we all fall
I'm out the supersport, bumpin, dumpin on all y'all
[Chorus x4]
[C-Murder]
Nigga, I'm ridin dirty, like U.G.K. homes
If you can't respect the fact that I'm strapped, keep your ass at home
I'd rather be in the pen, more than the motherfuckin grave
And have my picture on the news, instead of the motherfuckin front page
I'm TRU nigga! so act like me to the fullest
I gots my finger on this trigga, and you know I'm ready to pull it
C and Silkk, commenced to bustin and that ass
Don't try to play me boy, we leave you layin up in a body bag
With P dog, the colonel of No Limit
That's my label bitch, so I gots to represent it
Like, Martin Luther King, I gotta dream
To be a, multi-millionaire, make hits and stack cream
With TRU tatooed on my back and my arm
Don't bury me a G, cause I plan to live long
Much love to my homes, dead and in the bushes
Reminiscin, pour our 40's, and smoke mad Swishers
Straight out the gutter, like G-blood
Silkk, C-Murder, TRU, down and dirty
[CHORUS]
[SILKK the SHOCKER]
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
[KLC]
Aye Yo Mia since you first buss dat shit
[MIA-X]
Put me wit the baddest bitches that be spittin that drama
But when I buss they say hush that's momma
Infrared pen Mia hollow-tip lyric MC eater
Rowdy song bring it on come on
Shut the club down you dont wanna go ta' war
I go far have you screamin get to the car
Ghetto star x-rated when I spit
got you muthafuckas jumpin sayin dats that bitch
Cuz when I step to the mic I come to tear shit up
If you dont wont this type of heat dont even pick your pen up
My rhymes buss get you clappin throw blows like ROYCE Handin
That's why I'm TRUest bitch standin
[CHORUS x2]
[SILKK the SHOCKER]
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
[KLC]
Buss that shit
[after chorus 1]
Yo Silkk shut this shit down fuck them niggas
[SILKK the SHOCKER]
You know I come in this muthafucka I shut shit down
Fuck you in this bitch I'm in this bitch now
TRU my clique and y'all KNOW! how I get down
Yall need to sit down befo yall get clowned
Catch about six rounds look count them off 1-2-3-4-5-6
Now yall really think yall niggas could get wit this?
N-O-L-I-M-to the T aint nobody hard as us
If they is they got to be hard as the fuck
I run wit killas and dealers
I run wit soldiers and jackers
I run wit niggas and murderas
I run wit killas and kidnappers
All my niggaz get rowdy
All my niggaz get bout it
We scream ! KNUCKLE UP, KNUCKLE UP!
Yo niggas go rowdy
What what
[SILKK the SHOCKER]
Dont make me break you off somethin
Dont make me break you off somethin
UH oooooo UH oooooo it aint my fault
[CHORUS] til' fade
[SILKK the SHOCKER]
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
[KLC]
Yo buss dat shit
[SILKK the SHOCKER]
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
Huh huh! What what!
See I told y'all, Ima get me somebody dog
You know how we do it TRU It's for ever
Yeah yeah
All my ladies yo,
All my niggas yo,
Where da niggaz at? (Where?)
Where da bitchez at? (Where?)
Nigga
We wont all y'all niggas to
[Chorus x1]
Bounce with this bounce with this (Southside)
Bounce with that bounce with that (Northside)
Bounce with this bounce with this (Eastside)
Bounce with that bounce with that (Westside)
Slide with this slide with this (My real niggas)
Ride with this ride with this (My real bitchez)
Pump ya fists pump ya fists (All my niggas)
Jump with this jump with this (All my bitchez)
[Silkk The Shocker]
Yall wanna get bout it bout it then bounce to the track
Im from the south, so no doubt I gotta bounce with that
I get paid off the way I, pronounce my rap
Used to keep my money in brown bags
Now I got accounts for that
Yo, I bounce like a 6-4
Im out to get dough
I spend some, I lend some, but im out to get mo'
Now hit the club cuz im in some club shit
Ima thug on some thug shit
Nigga wanna fight cuz they dont like im the one they baby made love wit
Im the type to get in the club wit
Niggas trippin on that, we bout that money and power
No Limit ridas, and we dont be fuckin wit cowards
Thats why we spend so much money on jewls
Thats why we spend so much money on shoes
Man im like "fuck, I got so much I could spend it on food"
Now when I step in this bitch from the front to the rear my niggas
Where my TRU niggas at?? (Right here my nigga!!)
[Chorus x1]
[Big Ed]
Where all my thugs niggas?
38 snub nose it's the slugs nigga
Niggas Peepin, I aint trippin, im lookin like WHAT?! nigga
I got my vest on
Big Ed the Assass-on
Quick to get my blast on
So Fuck it, im switchen from cop-knuckers to suckers that swallow nuts DAMN
Niggas better not make act a fool and lay this whole club down
Theres always one nigga, but ima ballroom balla
[???]
What the fuck
Niggas lookin all struck
I paste hatas like glock papas and leave em all stuck
Leave the woman all fucked
Sick real drama
Im in the bucked worry
Ya Momma - I fucked over
[Master P]
Yeah an I'm here to see King George
Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail
[Tobin Casten]
Sit down just for that I'm gonna give that nigga 20 to life
Burn nigga burn
[King George]
Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail
Time movin' slow, just like a snail
Hand-cuffed to the rail, delt a bad deal
Quiet in the court when the judge said bail
Caught up in the system can't get loose
Mow wear jump suit and black stained boots
25 went to hell, that's what I get
No I don't smoke but I can go for a cigarette
Another black man in the cell doing time
My name's on my chest number 6639
If I gotta die, King George ain't scared
With a bald head, I be better of dead
[Chorus x4]
3 Strikes and they tryin' to give a nigga life
My man is still in jail
[King George]
Don't stress on me, keep the money on the book
Any fool cross me mother fucker gettin' took
It's all going down, blame it on the white man
Spike in my hand, King George with a chain gang
Moving right ahead you heard what I said
You not gettin' paid, you wondering why you dead
In your blue jeans , mother fucker wanna know how I get mine
Don't do the crime if you can't do the hard time
Strapped down through a T with a sharp knife
I never seen more niggas in my whole life
[Chorus x4]
[King George]
God damn, what they got you for man
[Master p]
Aww man shit, burglary, armed robbery, 187
Fuck it aww, assault and battery on the police
You know what i'm sayin', man shit
Man this snitch got me right, this snitch ratted on me man
I was like on Cut Boulevard, this nigga named Roy he seen me
I had the dope you know what i'm sayin'
I took the dope from the bitch, then this white lady came
I hit her in her head, dropped the bitch in the car
Chopped her fingers off man then I fled up that
And they caught me up in East Oakland man
Man shit, I ain't trippin' though dogg
Shit i'm a soldier like you , see this blue arm band I got on
Nigga i'm on Santa Rita, i'm on the side with the killas
I'm Joseph Wilson nigga
I ain't here with them hoes or the rest of them old hoe ass niggas man
Shh shh be quiet man here come the captain here come the captain
[Tobin Casten]
Listen up, when I read your name off the list
You gonna know where you gonna be at in the morning
Robert Jordan, your going to the Pen. son
King George, your going up the river for a very long time
And Joseph Wilson, yeah man your going to traffic court son
[Master P]
Aww nah that ain't me man
Look, they got me confused, I'm going to the Pen.
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