Tru 2 Da Game

Haaa, uuuuggggghhhh

This is for all the gs ou there

We bout it, bout it

And g-ettes, I aint forget about yall, uuuugggghhhh

Gold look like this here

Today I have a half an ounce

Tomorrow Ill have a key

And if you tryin to get some ice cream

Wont you call me, or wont you beep me

Looked out the window

It must be the giggidy first of the month

Cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin and dressed up

Little kids havin fun in my neighborhood

And fiends walkin up, talkin bout its all good

See Im a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got that 2 for 3

And yall a know that I slang, that i-c-e

And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames

Like v-90, master p, boz, and big man

My little homies posted up

Some hang, hang, and some slangin

Others gang bangin

Im tryin to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap

And stay tru to the game, and put the town on the map

But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit

Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents

On the curb, posted up with them bouldas

And servin fiends, a-1 yola

And still tryin stay true with my frist meal

Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed

And stayin tru to the game, is a part of life

And if you dont player, you might lose your life

-chorus-

Tru 2 da game, tru 2 da game

Aint nothin changed but my bank account

Im still the same

[silkk the shocker]

Tryin to have things major, they cant fade me

Cash the chips like casino

Today Im a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino

My girl be fussin, she be tussin, constantly buggin

Askin me why I be hustlin

I got money to make, so motherfuck it

Im a keep it real, if it kills me

Yall gonna feel me before Im done

Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while

If not, I dont want none

Why I hang with the same ol niggas

Thats what they ask me

I be like, Im the same ol nigga

But stead, right now, I gets my sacks free

I gots to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin mail

Ill be a rich ass nigga, yall gonna be visitin me in the jail

I gots to ball, cant fall, gotta have things major

If you dont believe me, next year round this time

Its silkk up on his pager (then ask me)

-chorus-

[big ed]

Bustas cant see me, they blind

I claim tru, I thought you knew

My foes catch elbows, cause Im on em like a tattoo

Man Im layin low like the eyes of a danked out china man

Stayin gangstafied

While Im tryin to make a million

But politicians run for office

They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop

This

Gangsta rap is what they call it

But I gots to come with the realness

So all my folks can feel this

-chorus-

[mr. serv-on]

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord that my momma will never weep

And let her live in peace and stop spendin a hundred gs up in her sleep

When will it stop

I guess when they leave me lyin on the block

With tears on my glock

A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin at crooked cops

I guess Im doin what I gotta do

As long as I stay tru, until they put me through

I know its a shame, thingsll never change

I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name

Im tru 2 da game

-chorus-

[master p]

Still the same

Master p, the whole tru click (yall gonna feel this)

Tru to the gizame (tru to da hood)

Money cant change you, it just can make you

(never forget where I came from)

No limit records, down south hustlers (independent black owned)

And the west coast bad boyz

And I told yall, I can drop something anytime I want to

Yall done realized by now, the haters done fell off

Cause they aint tru 2 da game

I could never forget where I came from

Im from the ghetto

But I wont ever change

Cause Im tru 2 da game, believe that

Keepin it real, keepin it real

Never sell out, can never sell out

Tru 2 da gizame