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[C-Murder]
What now? (stupid motherf*cker) what now motherf*cker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherf*ckin shit
I'm not gonna send niggaz out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself BITCH!
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move nigga
Mow I'm f*ckin wit you, now try your lives
while I put this f*ckin 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 motherf*ckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherf*ckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherf*ckin 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 f*ckin 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 motherf*ckin 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 f*ck about the laws (f*ck 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 f*ckin mouth and I'ma take you for a ride nigga
F*ck what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherf*cker (nigga) don't f*ck wit TRU

[chorus]
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck wit TRU
It was a dumb move nigga, now we f*ckin wit you (don't f*ck wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this f*ckin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to leave us alone

[Silkk the Shocker]
I told you niggaz don't f*ck 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 f*ck wit (who) him
and I don't f*ck wit dogs
So what the f*ck you think?
If you f*ck wit him, I'm gonna be f*ckin wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back nigga
and I'll bust ya all
I ain't give a f*ck what ya name is
I ain't give a f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck 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

[chorus: to fade]
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[C-Murder]
What now? (stupid motherf*cker) what now motherf*cker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherf*ckin shit
I'm not gonna send niggaz out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself BITCH!
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move nigga
Mow I'm f*ckin wit you, now try your lives
while I put this f*ckin 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 motherf*ckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherf*ckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherf*ckin 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 f*ckin 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 motherf*ckin 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 f*ck about the laws (f*ck 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 f*ckin mouth and I'ma take you for a ride nigga
F*ck what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you motherf*cker (nigga) don't f*ck wit TRU

[chorus]
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck wit TRU
It was a dumb move nigga, now we f*ckin wit you (don't f*ck wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this f*ckin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigga, I told y'all to leave us alone

[Silkk the Shocker]
I told you niggaz don't f*ck 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 f*ck wit (who) him
and I don't f*ck wit dogs
So what the f*ck you think?
If you f*ck wit him, I'm gonna be f*ckin wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back nigga
and I'll bust ya all
I ain't give a f*ck what ya name is
I ain't give a f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck 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

[chorus: to fade]
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Writer: C. MILLER, CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, P. MILLER, V. MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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