Don´t Fuck With Tru

[c-murder]

What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?

I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin shit

Im not gonna send niggaz out fiendin

Im comin for ya myself bitch!

I told you motherfuckers dont fuck with tru

It was a dumb move nigga

Mow Im fuckin wit you, now try your lives

While I put this fuckin bullet in your dome

You dumb nigga, I told yall to leave us alone

How many niggaz got a dolla cant top my shit (my shit)

All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)

You run your motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)

Niggaz actin like they motherfuckin hard or somethin

Yeah, you aint shit with your clique nigga

To me you a bitch, Im a real nigga

Jumpin your shit fuckin you wit

Throw them hands or them hot thangs

Its all on you, check my back of my own

Fool Im nothin but tru c-murder bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)

Bitch Im rich nigga you know my motherfuckin name

Big bee hive boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie)

On the tank thatll make you wear smelly

And we dont give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck 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 fuckin mouth and ima take you for a ride nigga

Fuck what you sayin, its all on you fool

I told you motherfucker (nigga) dont fuck wit tru

[chorus]

I told you motherfuckers dont fuck wit tru

It was a dumb move nigga, now we fuckin wit you (dont fuck wit us)

Now try your lives while I put this fuckin bullet in ya dome

You dumb nigga, I told yall to leave us alone

[silkk the shocker]

I told you niggaz dont fuck wit us

Now Im makin you niggaz gettin clowned

Tell niggaz is bitches

Some of yall niggaz be pissin, sittin down

Yall too small, you know what i..

Do to yall (ooh) my crew ball

And plus bitch look, we do it all

I dont fuck wit (who) him

And I dont fuck wit dogs

So what the fuck you think?

If you fuck wit him, Im gonna be fuckin wit yall (never)

See Ill put this gun back nigga

And Ill bust ya all

I aint give a fuck what ya name is

I aint give a fuck what yall call

Niggaz wanna probably just... bust for fun

Niggaz aint gonna ever ever, not bust no guns

Niggaz is way down the street talkin bout what the fuck yall done

At the most niggaz, probably wanna cuss and run

Now we self made million-aires

We make the money, money dont make us (make us)

If yall was us, and we was yall then I would hate us (ehehe)

Yall talk about how yall wanna be us

Yall aint nuttin but a bunch of hood critics

Its cause we rap now, shit yall still would hit it

(chorus)

[master p]

Tru niggaz gone ride wit me

The ghettos the nba and Im the lottery

Pick from the streets... from the south to the east

You the beauty Im the beast

Fuck 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 yall haters, yall cant hold me

Niggaz rappin bout niggaz on records like the 80s,

Nigga yall niggaz phony

(repeat chorus to fade)