"Don't Fuck with Tru" as written by Craig Stephen Lawson, V. ...
[ see Murder ]

What now? (stupid mutha fucker) what now mutha fucka

I told you bitches

stop talkin all that muthafuckin shit

I'm not gonna send niggas out fiendin

I'm comin for ya myself BITCH!

i told you mutha fuckas don't fuck with TRU

it was a dumb move nigga

now I'm fuckin wit you

now watch your wives

while i put this fuckin bullet in you're dome

you dumb nigga i told y'all to leave us alone

how many niggas got a dolla can't top my shit (my shit)

all these bitch mutha fuckas

quit ridin my dick (my dick)

you run ya mutha fuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)

niggas actin like they mutha fuckin hard or somethin

yeah, you ain't shit with your clique nigga

to me you a bitch. I'm 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 I'm nothin but TRU see-MURDA

bosalini of this rap game (rap game)

bitch I'm rich nigga you know my mutha fuckin name

big bee hive boy and P and bosanili (bosanili) on the tank

that'll make you wear smelly

and we don't 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 want to fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)

now if you can't really decide

that if you want to live or die (die)

just run your fuckin mouth

and imma take you for a ride nigga

fuck what you sayin

its all on you fool

i told you mutha fuck (nigga) don't fuck wit TRU



[ chorus ]

i told you mutha fuckas don't fuck wit TRU

it was a dumb move nigga

now we fuckin wit you (dont fuck wit us)

now watch your wives while i put this fuckin bullet in ya dome

you dumb nigga, i told y'all to leave us alone



[ Silkk The Shocker ]

i told you niggas don't fuck wit us

now I'm makin you niggas gettin clowned

tell niggas is bitches

some of y'all niggas be pissin, sittin down

y'all too small, you know what i..

do to y'all (ooh) my cru ball

and plus bitch look, we do it all

i don't fuck wit (who) him

and i don't fuck wit dogs

so what the fuck you think

if you fuck wit him, I'm gonna be fuckin wit y'all (never)

see i'll put this gun back nigga

and i'll bust ya all

i ain't give a fuck what ya name is

i ain't give a fuck what y'all call

niggas want to probably just...

fuss for fun

niggas ain't gone eva eva. bust no gun

?????? talkin bout what the fuck y'all done (something happen down there?)

at the most niggas, probably want to 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 want to be us

y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics

its cause we rap now

shit y'all still would hit it



(chorus)



[ Master P ]

TRU niggas gone ride wit me

the ghettos the NBA and I'm the lottery

pick from the streets... from the south to the east

you the beauty I'm the beast

fuck these niggas they know who P

from rags to ritches

from quaters to seven figures

hollarin Hoody Hoo gettin my niggas gone be a whistle

i got the game from my homies

and y'all haters, y'all can't hold me

niggas rappin bout niggas on records like the 80's,

nigga y'all niggas phony



(chorus)

repeat til fade..


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