Tru Tru 2 Da Game[Disc One]

1.Intro.

-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？
-i wanna be a g like you. a no limit soldier for life. fuck you
hatas, cause we have millions.


2.No Limit Soldiers

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 (repeat 6x)
Mr. serv on
Mia x
Klc
Mo b. dick
Craig b
Hope nigga!
So bitch get ya mind right -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x)
Kane and abel
Skull duggery
We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x)
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 (repeat 8x)

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
Stay true to the gizame


3.I Always Feel Like(Somebody's Watchin Me)

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


4.There Dey Go


5.I Got Candy

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.

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

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

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!
Cotton candy, candy!


6.Ghetto Thang

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：
(2x) just a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , you would understand
if you
Was
From the ghetto man
(1x)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

(chorus) 6x


7.Fedz

(c-murder)
Ha ha, what they say mia,
(sillk)
Drug dealers
(c-murder)
Talkin' bout no limit sellin' dope, they got ki's all over tha
country
Cia, fedz, tap our phone, harrassin' us
(sillk)
Fuckin' wit us
(c-murder)
Know what i'm sayin', but guess what
Chorus：
(mia x)
If them fedz only knew, that you were tha one sellin' all tha
dope
What would they do, if them fedz only knew, that you were tha
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, cuz now you don't have to worry

Verse i
(c-murder)
I'm talkin' to them f-e-dz, police harrassin' me, but let me
tell you
Patna, you'll neva catch me, see i'm under some business, and
you to
Tap my phone, but i'm not mike, why don't you leave me alone,
and stay
Away from my residence, lookin' for evidence, you act like a
brotha
Tryin' to kill a fuckin' president, neva find shit my games
tight like a
Bull, tank of gas, my bank account's full, word on street,
c-murder
Sellin' ki's from oversea's, what you want it, nigga please,
You plottin' on a playa like a money hungry bitch, mad cuz a
nigga
Went from rags to riches, slammin' cadillac door's, it used to
be a
Regal, stop lookin' for drug money cuz now my shits legal, if
them fedz,
Only knew bout my deals under tha table, if them fedz could only
see
I got mo' clients than cable, they would probably kick, in my
door
And put me face down on tha muthafuckin' flo' and take me to
jail,
But i'm out tha next day, cuz niggas wit lawyers and money,
don't play
P-a tryin' to tie to them underground casinos, wanna connect me
to tha
Mafia and rino, every step i take, every move i make, you punk
Muthafuckas be watchin', fuck ya'll

Chorus：
(mia x)
If them fedz only knew, about them thugs on tha grind for you
What would they do
If them fedz 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 your dope
So you should be glad, that they don't know, cuz now you don't
have
To worry

Verse ii
(master p)
Unnnggghhhh, they call us drug dealers, what about tha police
Just tha other day my little homie stole a quater ki, from tha
task
Task got my phone tapped, niggas went to florida, homie got
kidnapped
Now tha game is crazy sometimes it's hectic, make me wanna jump
in tha
Benz, and ride up to texas, and ball with tha niggas in tha
country,
It's 1997, i'm tryin' to have hundreds, stacked higher than
buildings,
Flip it into millions, roll into zillions, off ghetto children,
Plushed out lexus, niggas playin' taxes, match it wit tha
ferrari,
But tha game is still hectic, niggas bout to turn this money
hungry
Bitches, tha dayton family said fbi, we call em' robocop
snitches,
Got me stressin' to keep my nerves calm, and i'm livin' in this
game
Like al capone

Chorus：
(mia x)
If them fedz only knew, that you got politicians on your payroll
to,
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 your dope, so you should be glad that they don't
know
Cuz now you don't have to worry

Verse iii
(sillk)
Now what if tha fedz only know, see that i was a southside
soldier,
Hold up, so i'm colder than coca-cola, now picture this, me in a
drop
Top lexus, on tha block, wit your glock, then i rolls wit tha
tek,
See i leave em' twisted like a twizzler, my house have mo'
steakout's
Than sizzler, but they don't understand man i keep em' puzzled
like tha
Riddler, and first thang first, and worst thang to worst,
they'll neva
Catch me in tha lexus, i use mo' rental cars than hearse, they
don't
Understand how they had me, but i still got away, license plate
out of
State, in jamaica tha next day, a tell tha camera, call tha
scanner,
Nigga what, now i'ma get away in louisiana, that's why i stay
more
Untouchable than tha air ya'll, they had me tapped that's why
mobile
Phone, come on it's time to go airborne, to them atfs and them
fedz
Ya'll understand i stay one step ahead, if ya'll 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, cuz now you don't
have to
Worry, or do you
If them fedz only knew,
If them fedz only knew


8.What They Call Us？

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
Tru nigga


9.Smokin Green

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!

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

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

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)

Playaz get high, let's get smoked nigga, damn
One of ya'll niggaz gon pay
For my seats, ya'll done burned up my muthafuckin seats!


10.Gangstas Make The World

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.

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

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

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

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

Tru niggaz make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round (repeat 2x)

Chorus and fade


11.Swamp Nigga

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 (8x)

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,
On the muthafuckin rise.


12.Ghetto Cheese

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


13.Heaven 4 A Gangsta(Tru Remix)


Is there a heaven for a gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x
Is there a heaven for a gangsta


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


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


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