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Yo locs nigg* s**t, I know you done whipped up this muth*ph*kkin dope, but
we gonna break these off. But, uh I need to go out and handle my
buisiness with some of these , cause uh out here are rappin, or
should I say yappin. They dont realize that, nigg* this is real life. This
reality. You know what Im sayin? nigg* when you say somethin about a
nigg*, you got to be ready to die for that s**t. You know what Im sayin? I
mean its like uh, out here wanna be me. Heh. know the real
from the fake man. I smell a muth*fkin jealousy everywhere I go.
is wearin it. But uh, we bout to handle this muth*fkin s**t. We gonna
set the muth*fkin record straight. UGGGH.
There they go
There they go
There they go
UGGGHHH!
Pass me them thangs
Lets Get Em!
3 x
I get swoll like a boulder
b*tch Im a soldier
Yall runnin from the rollers
I slang tapes like crack
My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7
8 come back
And the game wont change cause Im the dopeman
But why yall still runnin all off at the mouth man
TRU dont talk s**t
We in the game stackin Gs
Yall still tryna get me
With playas and hustlas
But chall cant make no money
Cause yall BUSTAS!
Hahm Bra
The game wont change
Yall mad cause Master P got some change
Seen a nigg* in the ghetto slangin dope
Now yall buyin my s**t out the record store
And yo baby momma lovin me
And everytime you turn on the TV
I feel ya muggin me
But I cant be stopped
Cause real TRU make their money from slangin rocks
Heh yall slangin bunk rhymes
Thats why Im in the game, and I got mine
And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black s**t
Quick to sell a muth*fka to the white b*tch
For 15%
That aint enough money to pay my muth*fkin rent
I made a movie nigg* think Im slangin coke a lees
Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson
What?
Never leave without your Smith N Wesson.
b*tch you went from the man that go AHHH
And the man that go UGGH
I ought to be proof up your as* that there just aint no limit to the s**t
we been doin
Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my d*ck in your mouth
I pi*s on your porch, s**t in your house
Somebody said that you were talkin about me
I heard that
I could fk you up with words but you dont deserve that
Go ahead rhymes rest your fkin barber, but hurry back
I took a brain outta my own head
Whip yo as* with one of my platts
You mad cause Im bringin home big ol shows my nigg* with no tax
Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats
Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that dont
understand
90 percent of this s**t is your buisiness
10 percent of this s**t is your timing
Slangin tapes across the whole planet
Mystikal, Master P, Silkk tha Shocker
We gonna keep this b*tch jammin
Above the standard
No Limit on the charts slammin
fkin wit what we planned
Well gonna leave you dead where you standin
Aint that fool yall
Whenever we have to fkin talk
We be silent
Or should I say real silent
Real they speak with fkin violence
Thats why I play a muth*fka like hockey
They mad cause they ho jock me
They cant stop me
So their result is to fkin copy
I say P where they at?
There they go
I spot em I got em
Got EM!
Probably man thinks they on the muth*fkin top they on the bottom
See uh, you run your mouth
nigg*, Ill be like nigg* what!
What
Tryna talk some s**t about em, they wanna be just like us!
They talk about one
They talk about all of fkin us
fkin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fk!
See Im on some evil murderous devil s**t
Got some over they head they couldnt get off
I was the devilest
So what you sayin nigg*
I roll with with big triggers
Million dolla s**t with big figures
Tru
Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back
We dont fk around we stay strapped
fked up talkin bout you know where we at
Wherever, whenever, however it goes
I wash your mouth out with soap
Rush to you outside know what Im sayin
No fkin mo!
Here we go
All yall fake as* . nigg* gon get chall. Cause you know what? A
real TRU nigg*, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. He get
caught by the police TRU dont talk. Whenever TRU nigg* falled off
in the street, he hustles. Cause TRU know how to pop back up. They
dont need to use other names. Another muth*fkin game. A
TRU nigg* is a muth*fkin man. Gotta stand on his own nigg*. All yall
fake , yall eventually gonna fade with the muth*fkin wind. Until
then nigg* we bout it bout it n rowdy rowdy nigg*. No Limit for life.
T-R-U nigg* And when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family. The
muth*fkin group TRU, Master P, Cmurder, and Silkk nigg*. Family.
Remember that.