I dont fukk with nobody throwin shade at P
TRU - they can't stop us
Lets get em from ghetto d
Lets get em from da last don
tru - swamp nikka
Master-P black and white
TRU - they can't stop us
This real shyt
From this motherfukkin' TRU clique
Ain't givin' up, living raw
And if we die, fukk IT, sell my
To the next gangster nikka
Rest in peace Eazy-E., but I'm out here makin' SCRILLA!
So fukk y'all white laws
And y'all motherfukkin'.....POLICE CARS!!
Comin' through with gangsters and killers
LONG live the motherfukkin' drug dealers
'97 to 2000 A.D. little kids wanna be me
Cause I'm bout it, I'm rowdy
The government and the press, them motherfukkers want me outtie
For runnin' my own shyt
nikkas 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 motherfukkers
And stay true to the gizzame
Be about your paper, nikka fukk the fizzame
Lets get em from ghetto d
Seen a nikka in the ghetto slangin dope
Now yall buyin my shyt 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 nikkas make their money from slangin rocks
Heh yall nikkas slangin bunk rhymes
Thats why Im in the game, and I got mine
And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black shyt
Quick to sell a muthafukka to the white bytch
For 15%
That aint enough money to pay my muthafukkin rent
I made a movie nikka think Im slangin coca leaves
Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson
What?
Never leave without your Smith N Wesson.
Lets get em from da last don
nikka I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasn't home so I rode with them killers
And thug nikkas high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's
Now the feds, wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other nikkas how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bang for some change
Third ward nikkas don't play no fukking games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of TRU nikkas
Taking over this rap game
It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man
tru - swamp nikka
nikka ridin dirty, just like U.G.K
4 tech 9s, and a muthafukkin AK
nikkas ain't playin, down south bytch we bout it
I told ya'll nikkas in 96, damn,
But nikkas play the, try to play us like some bytches
nikkas done snuck up on you hoes and snatched some riches
From labels like No Limit to Suave to Rap-a-Lot
Independent, black-owned, bytch, and we can't be stopped
Breakin bread--with the muthafukkin ballas
nikkas check billboards, yeah, and we shot callas
Now ya'll nikkas mad, cause a nikka famous
I think the president put a price on my anus
America's nightmare, but I'm not Cube
Master-P black and white
I could go on and on. He was on a VICTORY LAP after finally gettin that come up off 99 ways to die and gettin full ownership and independance of no limit.Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools
We live in the world for the laws and no rules
Gang-bangers, crease sides, and chalk lines
Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes
In this ghetto, got me crazy
Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me
But its a shame when you gotta raise a baby
And the color of my skin might taint me
And all the money can't change the color of your skin
Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen?
It is cause we VIOLENT?
But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'?
So many people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time Uncle Tom shoot us in the back
Independence, its a free country
No jobs, most blacks turn to street money
A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol
Where found history books about white laws
And Tommy Hilfiger discriminate
And sell us clothes
But we can't blame him cause
We don't support the black stores
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Don't care.
