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Текст песни Tru - Who`s Da Killer?

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(Master P talking)Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beatsFor your ass(Chorus - 2x)The neighborhood dopeman, dopemanIt`s a risky business, selling that cocaine(Master P)Yo C man, tell them where you from[C-Murder]I was born in the place where people had to killLots of dopefiends, so many drug dealsDisrespect my elders so I always cursedNever tripped when I seen a nigga in a hearse Dumb straight, I was fucked up from the startThey even tell me I was born, without a heartBut I ain`t really tripping off these grown upsCause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big buttI`m in a room chopping pounds on a silver plateSometimes I`m selling twenties, sometimes I`m selling weightI never gave a fuck about right or wrongMe go to jail, huh, it`s like a second homeOn the first or fifteenth you know I don`t playCause two oz`s a day keep the fucking bills paidAlways got my beepers and my mobile phoneAnd when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chromeAnd you never catch me slipping in this fucking gameCause I`m the neighborhood dopeman(Master P)Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big manWhy don`t you give your boy one ten tomorrowMan I get my check in two days or something manYou know how it go(Chorus)[Master P]Roll up on the set in the drop fiveWith the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn sideReady to bust a sucker cap if they talking shitBut if it ain`t like that let me talk to this bitchBitch was hella-thick, dressed in them daisy dukesThinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend tooPull out my fat sack of dubs how I played the bitchTook her behind the building, and P got his dick lickedBeeper ringing my boy say he out of dopeTold the bitch see you later, good-bye, see you stank hoeCall my boys up, I knew it was a drought manBut I ain`t tripping cause at the house I got three ki`s manServing them niggas on the set just like some dopefiendsI use to sell them for four but now I`m selling the bitch for fifteenAnd like Cube say, today`ll be a good dayNow who the fuck said crime don`t fucking payThe name is P and you know I sell that cocaineIn other words I`m the neighborhood dopeman(Chorus)(talking)Yo P man what`s up man (what`s happening)You know them little young ass niggas manThey got me again man (oh man)Seven niggas (I told you to come see me man)Hanging out for you manI couldn`t wait though man (I hear you little daddy)Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, P.C. manThat motherfucking (just holler at me later than youknowI`msaying)Yeah man, give me another one man I got to keep it pimping you know(Chorus)[Silkk]Deep up in this game yo like deep as it goA nigga can`t tell me shit, when it come to selling dopeI`m pushing 20`s, 50`s, hundreds, and slabsAnd if that ain`t enough I`m going back up to the labFiends, bitches, blowing up my pagerThem hoes want to make love I tell them hoes to call me laterRolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight onesDoing a donut on the L got sweated by the black and white onesBut, that`s, the life I choose to live, fastAnd when I`m dropping all them thangs I keep a 9 up on the dashWhen I`m passing out this cocaine I stay strapped Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman(Chorus - 2x)[Cali G]I`m breaking out, with the triple beam sacking upShit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiendsYoung nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzelsSitting tight plates and the paint`s plates read my bitchNigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger

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Who`s Da Killer?

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