Tru 2 Da Game — текст песни (Tru (C-Murder, Silkk, Master P))

I think the lord is testin` me
Whatzup y`all, hello world, this C-Murder
I`m bout to put you in the mind of a crazy
fucked up in the head muthafucka (this nigga sick)
You know what I`m sayin?
One of the muthafuckas you see in the
news everyday, for doin` all types of crazy shit

Chorus: Master P

Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me
But I`m a TRU nigga
I can`t let none of these niggaz
and bitches get the best of me
(repeat 4X)

[C-Murder]

Muthafuckas just don`t understand the shit that I be goin` through
I wanna kill myself, but I know, I gots to stay TRU
Be gettin` my fuckin` hustle on, and stack my fuckin` dividends
Cuz if I ain`t got no money and I`m broke, fuck friends
I feel like, I`m paralyzed cuz my own baby, won`t hug me
My momma, won`t let me in the house cuz she talkin` bout
she scared of me
The only reason I sell drugs is survive
The only reason I kill, is to stay alive
I`m constantly watchin` my back cuz playa haters act like hoes
But they don`t wanna fuck with me cuz i turn bustas into John Does
I`m not a role model so keep your kids up out my face
Talkin` bout, I`m sellin` drugs ain`t doin` nothin
but killin`, my own race
Police can`t catch me, betta kill me, ain`t gon` let `em arrest me
They don`t, understand I draw my nine faster than Jesse
I`ve been know to have a temper, and I click quick, like this
Befo` I was crazy, but now I`m strapped and I`m sick
187 killin` murder`s a hobby
Thank God, this be the charge, six counts armed robbery
Back in the free world same shit, (ain`t gon` change)
Call V, say he got weed, but fuck, I need clothes man
Damn, shoud I get that ski mask G?
Should I rob him, try to get a job?
Damn, the man`s testin` me

Chorus x2

[Silkk]

I keep visualizin` jail cells, and closed caskets
Put a credit to the grave he blastin
fill my coffin laughin`, chewin tobaco
I`m just a gangsta livin` day to day, tryna survive
Try to stay high to realize why my homies out there die
Now why you keep on testin` me, sendin` these cops to arrest me
Put me in bad situations, but I won`t let life, get the best of me
I was born in a fucked situation, but I`m not a born killa
But I`ve seen some shit in my time, that escaped a grown nigga
Wonder if, its a test, see how much I could hold up on my shoulder
T-R-U `cross my stomach, on my back, a fuckin` soldier
It just don`t seem right, it just don`t seem right
The shit a nigga go through, makin` me wanna scream like Mike
It stresses me, its only after this
I wants to know, if its a in if I kill a nigga, over self-defense
Most of my people don`t like me
And a lot of `em can`t stand me
But I wonder if its a sin if I kill and rob to feed my fuckin` family
It`s suvival of the fittest, you be my witness
I don`t give a fuck about the money
Cuz I can`t take none of that shit with me
If its a test, then let me know
But if its my time to go then let me go. Amen

Chorus x2

[Master P]

My record went gold, my family started money trippin
I could look into the eyes of a nigga that wants to catch me slippin`
Somebody hollered Don`t go out like Tupac!
That be the same nigga tryin` to fill me up, with buckshots
The game get dirty that`s why I`m blastin`
Its plenty niggas out there wanna see the P, in a casket
That`s why they spread rumors, lies, I died
Niggas don`t wanna see another nigga get a piece, fo the fuckin` pie
My friends trippin` cuz I got ends
Niggas don`t wanna see a black nigga rolin`, in a fuckin` Benz
My old lady say I`m stuck up
I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is fucked up
Got me poppin` dono
Ask Bo but he don`t know what P know about the ghetto
You ain`t got no dollars, you got no friends
If I go to jail how many y`all niggas gon` visit me in the pen
But if I die it be a million niggas at my funeral
They wanna see me knocked out like Tyson, did Bruno
If I wear red or a blue, then I`m a gang banga
If I make gangsta rhymes, huh, then I`m a dope slanga



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