Текст (слова) песни: Mia X f TRU (Master P, C-Murder, Silkk) - 4ever TRU

 
[Mia X] 
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma. 
Click tight, for life, family ties. 
That`s right. It`s bigger than this record shit, nigga. 
All for one and one for all, that`s how we ball. 
 
TRU, forever, that`s my family 
We be`s on top the cheddar pile 
Wet you up like the Nile 
Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes 
Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9 
Mia`s kid sister, buckin misters and misses for figures 
Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya 
It`s the biggest mamma showin love to my sons and brothers 
And we gon blow the roof right off this muthafucka 
For the niggaz ridin with this TRU click, it ain`t No Limit 
To my loyalty and strong arm authority 
Admit it, I`m finna show day to day soap opera 
Downtown hoes unload when the ??? choppers knock ya 
Head off in a split, put ya lips 
Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment 
For this click, I don`t mind dyin, takin a stand 
In line, while bustin my 9 
I`m tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration 
We ain`t bout fakin 
We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon 
Takin no shorts and nothing that`ll do 
I`m representin, boo, mamma`s 4ever TRU 
 
Chorus (4X) I be`s a TRU nigga till I`m dead (we bout it, bout it) 
	 TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy) 
 
[Master P] 
Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock 
I`m on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks 
Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier 
Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya 
But my homegirl is hella hard 
Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large 
Gangbangin on this dope set 
Smoke any nigga, bitch a click, like a cigarette 
Now that`s one to grow on 
If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on 
Cause we be bout killin, bout murder 
Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles 
Hustlin hard to pay the rent 
Mamma cryin cause I know this don`t make no fuckin sense 
But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs 
To stake my keys, to make OZs 
Work in the project 
An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack 
TRU niggaz stick together cause we ballin 
One for all, if we fallin 
 
Chorus (4X) 
 
[C-Murder] 
I`m tatooed up (No Limit) and TRU to the game 
Steady mobb`n, you muthafuckas know my name 
Down for whatever at the drop of a dime 
With my TRU niggaz cautious on my rhyme, pick up my 9 
Like that, but we be comin like this 
Don`t fuck with this click or ya might get lynched 
Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin 
Due to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin 
No hesitation, you layin a stank 
C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank 
We stick together like crazy glue 
Ya`ll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my fickin crew 
Bow down, and give No Lomit it`s props 
Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks 
Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas 
P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers 
They asked me would take a bullet for ya homie 
Ready to die for any stomach with a TRU tatoo on it 
Get more support than a city after a hurricane 
Radios and videos, now everybody know my name 
We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew 
No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU 
 
Chorus (3X) 
 
[Silkk] 
4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew 
Nigga, it`s a must, it`s a trust 
If ya tell me what aim, I`m a bust 
See one by one, niggaz doin shows month by month 
We ain`t nothin nice 
TRU niggaz roll tight like fuckin blunts 
Fuck them bustas that lookin for us 
Nigga, we ain`t hard to find 
Fuck em, hidin, I`m probably makin a 500 SEL 
With my convertible top down 
And my cellular phone just ridin 
Mia told me, represent 
Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies 
Would you take a bullet for the president? 
Nah, but I`d take a bullet for my TRU homie 
I thought you knew, homie 
Ya`ll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas 
We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers 
Everything I know 
Been got in for murder to muthafuckin kidnappin 
Ya`ll mad cause we hustle, ya`ll ain`t 
Ya`ll mad cause ya`ll can`t stack bank 
I`m actin bad for the tank 
Ya`ll do what ya`ll could, I`ll do what ya`ll can`t 
Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just like dank 
For everytime I`m puttin in work, add stripes to my rank 
Nigga, we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha 
Nigga, if ya ball, I`m there for ya, if ya fall 
I`m gon catch ya 
Cause I`m gon put it down for all my hustlas 
Who be nationwide ballin 
TRU niggaz ain`t fallin, we callin 
From California to New Orleans 
Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I`ll never do 
Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I`m 4ever TRU 
 
Chorus and fade 
(I thought you knew, Mia X, C-Murder, Master P, Silkk the Shocker 
4ever TRU, 4ever TRU, TRU, TRU, TRU...)
 

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