Текст песни TRU f Ghetto Commission - Da Crime Family
TRU f Ghetto Commission - Da Crime Family слова песни
Silkk talking:Silkk the Shocker nigga, C-Murder nigga, Master P GC nigga, Tru what the fuack ya`ll wanna doChorusHallowayWe them down south killer boysGhetto commission and them motherfucking Miller boysthink it`s a game we`ll fuck around and kill you boyOn the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boyHallowayI`m trying to make a million of this rap shitAnd blow up like a fat bitchMy entourage is thickNigga No Limit is the shitMy grandma awlays told me I`d be famousBut she never told that i would hool up with these gangstasBody bangers???bitch we hungry like???I be part of TSO until I`m up out the alterI got ??? ain`t no warning meI`m heartless ain`t no running me niggaDon`t ever stunt on me niggaI`ll fucking crush you niggaValerioI`m about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuseMisuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruiseBeat a mother fucker till a bitch can`t moveTru niggas refuse to loseTote guns to murder foolsComing with rummingIf niggas ain`t respecting the flameEjecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the gameI`m stealing outlawStill dodging cop carsTSO and Miller Boyz riping niggas apartChorus repaeat 2XT-SpadeIt`s the red eye pistol packing rapping assassinThe last one blastingLate night outfit ski-maskingI got your backbone subtractingItchy trigger finger action got me ducking the lawHoping to change I bust a brain and cause a flame on it fo`It ain`t no thing to me fo`I got the game in me fo`TSO Tank Dogs playing you rawShit talking nigger crosserI`ma toss ya, I`ma flip ya, I`am punch ya, I`ma kick yaMotherfucker get a pictureWe real niggasC-MurderJust a little a ghetto boyA motherfucking Miller boy, killer boyPut that pistol in a pillow boyAns smoke you and your motherfucking momcome on and play dumbAnd watch me leave you in the rumLike a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the prochCrush you like a roachAnd burn you like a torchPussy ass niggas don`t last to longI`m down south where them real niggas roamChorus reapeat 2xSilkk the ShockerI remember when i used to carry crack, I used to carry gatsNow they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring batsYou know I can`t be having thatLucky I left the heat alone, beef alone or I would have been buried blackYou know the shit I spit bitch ya heardHa what sit on on the curbNiggas think they funny know you can get it six a birdThat`s why I flip birdsYou fake ass niggas got on my nervesI`m from 504 we ain`t no jokeNigga give up your fucking dopeMaster PGrab a camera take a flickMiller Boyz and TRU clickBustas get dealt with ho`s get some dickSo hail to the streets cause young nigga we run thisSee me life ain`t nothing but weed and moneyA couple cars, a couple houses so we never go brokeHotboy got the dopeMan ??? in the ghettoSee no limit is the army and we the soildersThe Ghetto Commission and TRU click thought I told you