[C-Murder]
What now? (stupid m***********) what now m***********?
I told you b******, stop talkin all that m*********** s***
I'm not gonna send n***** out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself b****!
I told you m************ don't f*** with TRU
It was a dumb move n****
Mow I'm f***** wit you, now try your lives
while I put this f***** bullet in your dome
You dumb n****, I told y'all to leave us alone
How many n***** got a dolla can't top my s*** (my s***)
All these b**** m************, quit ridin my d*** (my d***)
You run your m*********** mouth like you a broad or somethin (b****)
n***** actin like they m*********** hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't s*** with your clique n****
To me you a b****, I'm a real n****
Jumpin your s*** f***** you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs
It's all on you, check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but TRU C-Murder Bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
b**** I'm rich n**** you know my m*********** name
Big bee hive boy and P and Bossalinie (Bossalinie)
on the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily f*** about the laws (f*** the laws)
We got big b**** (big b****) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood n**** holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya b****)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your f***** mouth and I'ma take you for a ride n****
f*** what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you m*********** (n****) don't f*** wit TRU
[chorus]
I told you m************ don't f*** wit TRU
It was a dumb move n****, now we f***** wit you (don't f*** wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this f***** bullet in ya dome
You dumb n****, I told y'all to leave us alone
[Silkk the Shocker]
I told you n***** don't f*** wit us
Now I'm makin you n***** gettin clowned
Tell n***** is b******
some of y'all n***** be p*****, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know what I..
do to y'all (ooh) my crew ball
And plus b**** look, we do it all
I don't f*** wit (who) him
and I don't f*** wit dogs
So what the f*** you think?
If you f*** wit him, I'm gonna be f***** wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back n****
and I'll bust ya all
I ain't give a f*** what ya name is
I ain't give a f*** what y'all call
n***** wanna probably just... bust for fun
n***** ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
n***** is way down the street talkin bout what the f*** y'all done
at the most n*****, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then I would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, s*** y'all still would hit it
(chorus)
[Master P]
TRU n***** gone ride wit me
The ghetto's the NBA and I'm the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the South to the East
You the Beauty I'm the Beast
f*** these n***** they know who P
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla Hoody Hooo and my n***** gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
and y'all haters, y'all can't hold me
n***** rappin bout n***** on records like the 80's,
n**** y'all n***** phony
(repeat chorus to fade)
What now? (stupid m***********) what now m***********?
I told you b******, stop talkin all that m*********** s***
I'm not gonna send n***** out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself b****!
I told you m************ don't f*** with TRU
It was a dumb move n****
Mow I'm f***** wit you, now try your lives
while I put this f***** bullet in your dome
You dumb n****, I told y'all to leave us alone
How many n***** got a dolla can't top my s*** (my s***)
All these b**** m************, quit ridin my d*** (my d***)
You run your m*********** mouth like you a broad or somethin (b****)
n***** actin like they m*********** hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't s*** with your clique n****
To me you a b****, I'm a real n****
Jumpin your s*** f***** you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs
It's all on you, check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but TRU C-Murder Bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
b**** I'm rich n**** you know my m*********** name
Big bee hive boy and P and Bossalinie (Bossalinie)
on the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily f*** about the laws (f*** the laws)
We got big b**** (big b****) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood n**** holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya b****)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your f***** mouth and I'ma take you for a ride n****
f*** what you sayin, it's all on you fool
I told you m*********** (n****) don't f*** wit TRU
[chorus]
I told you m************ don't f*** wit TRU
It was a dumb move n****, now we f***** wit you (don't f*** wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this f***** bullet in ya dome
You dumb n****, I told y'all to leave us alone
[Silkk the Shocker]
I told you n***** don't f*** wit us
Now I'm makin you n***** gettin clowned
Tell n***** is b******
some of y'all n***** be p*****, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know what I..
do to y'all (ooh) my crew ball
And plus b**** look, we do it all
I don't f*** wit (who) him
and I don't f*** wit dogs
So what the f*** you think?
If you f*** wit him, I'm gonna be f***** wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back n****
and I'll bust ya all
I ain't give a f*** what ya name is
I ain't give a f*** what y'all call
n***** wanna probably just... bust for fun
n***** ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
n***** is way down the street talkin bout what the f*** y'all done
at the most n*****, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then I would hate us (ehehe)
Y'all talk about how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, s*** y'all still would hit it
(chorus)
[Master P]
TRU n***** gone ride wit me
The ghetto's the NBA and I'm the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the South to the East
You the Beauty I'm the Beast
f*** these n***** they know who P
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla Hoody Hooo and my n***** gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
and y'all haters, y'all can't hold me
n***** rappin bout n***** on records like the 80's,
n**** y'all n***** phony
(repeat chorus to fade)