Tru - Gangstas Make The World lyrics

rate me

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 (repeat 2X)

Chorus and fade