Tru

Tru - Don't Fuck With TRU

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[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

(repeat chorus to fade)

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