Текст песни Tru (Master P, Silkk, C-Murder) w Mia X - Tru 2 Da Game
Tru (Master P, Silkk, C-Murder) w Mia X - Tru 2 Da Game слова песни
[Master P]Whazzup with all y`all Tru niggaz Uuhhh, at ease!And truettes Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin MillerThis ya motherfuckin colonel Rest in peace Tupacof the motherfuckin team And all y`all up there soldiers Whazzup Big Boz, nigga!Master PI got C-Murder with me T-Scot L.D.Silkk the Shocker Big Mo Gangsta TAnd you know what? Big ManWe No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 6X) Mr. Serv On Mia X KLC Mo B. Dick Craig B Hope nigga!So bitch get ya mind right -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X) Kane and Abel Skull DuggeryWe No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X) T-R-UAll y`all motherfuckin Tru soldiersVerse One: Master PNigga, I`m bustin me locs, but I`m hittin em down with jokesY`all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scopeBitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin meCause I`m the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockinI got the game in shades, got the niggaz in bladesI got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paidI`ve got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dopeGot niggaz and G`s, and rollin keys keys to record sto`sGet paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than CatoNigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoesGet chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my nameMaster P up in chain, is he dead he`s a manbut I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain`t trustinI`m a soldier, that`s why niggaz ain`t trustinno bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustleWith boulders, bigga than yo` shouldersRunnin from the rollers, gone on that dojaCause cowards despise, soldiers we rideKillers with attitudes, but ready to dieCause chickens get plucked, hoes get fuckedTurkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffedReady for combat, my gat with my hard hatStrapped with my crew and my niggaz and all thatDown for whatever, niggaz straight rowdyAsk any motherfucker in America they`ll tell ya, we bout itSoldiers out there tech, bustin don`t thinkLose ya life if you blinkFuckin with them soldiers on the tank, causeChorus: Master PWe No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 8X)Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker Let`s get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumbleHit em with left blowsFuck it got death blowsReady to got to war? Let`s go!We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck itNo Limit soldiers, close your eyesNow picture me foldin dollar billsI stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do yaNigga I come to life and I scare all y`all bustas like Freddy KrugerGangstafied nigga, true to the game niggaStay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y`all niggazCause I`m so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knewCause killas killas killasthat`s all I be around, nigga fuckin foolAbout face, this No Limit soldierOne to the two to the three (hah hah)Nigga I tried to told yaEverybody quiet.... while I load up this rifle (attention!)Now all my soldiers start fightinIt`s time -- to go deep coverGet to whoopin like Danny Glover, smother like jellyReally, go deep like Jim KellyFuck it, all y`all bustas open up y`all bellyThink we playin bitch, well we ain`t