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tru k - the green sabre lyrics

[verse 1]
we’re in a light blue greenwood on our way to a motel
to rally up the families, if this meeting goes well
we’ll clear the hood of base and grove street will be clean
the ballas wiped out, everyone wearing green
we pull up in jefferson, sweet tells “to be cool”
“i’m cool as a shaolin monk, sweet, i ain’t no fool”
put a glock in his crotch as he goes on inside
leaving me, smoke and ryder holed up in our ride
“i don’t like this man, i’m feeling exposed”
“calm down motherf-cker keep your grown -ss composed”
as i tell ryder to calm himself down
lspd pull up, start shooting all the homies to the ground
i get out the car, fire a couple of shots
run into the motel…all i’m seeing is cops
homies on the floor and wh0r-s running round screaming
i found sweet in a bathroom, down on the floor bleeding
i lift him to his feet, “come on man, we gotta go”
made it to the roof, more cops decided to show
spraying out a buzzard, see the bullets fly by
as i try to figure out how we gon’ make it out alive
i bail for the stairs praying sweet is on my tail
as the bullets rain down, hard and heavy as hail
one sailed past my ear as i made it to foot of the stairs
smoke and ryder pulled up in a glendale
we jumped in without a moment’s hesitation
it’s like world war 8 with all these cops that be chasing
us through the hood, only if i could, get a clear shot
leave these busters in blood
we made a quick turn, pulled my nine from my crotch
made another sharp turn into a car wash
“where you driving motherf-cker, you gon’ get us k!lled”
“i got soap in my eye, take the motherf-cking wheel”
we swerving and curving and mounting the curbs and
driving erratically, leaving cruisers burning
a motherf-cking cop jumped onto our car bonnet
ryder pulled an ak, shot the cop with some hot sh-t
“p-ss me the k man, i got police on my side”
shot this dude about 5 times, i swear he didn’t die
there’s bikes and a chopper and a motherf-cking truck
“look out in front man!”
there’s a road block up ahead
we smashed past the cruisers filling police with lead, d-mn
my k jammed, and now we run out of bullets
we gon’ have to lose them, come on man, push it
we made a right, then made a left, then made a right
made a left, ran about 10 red lights
sirens in the distance, we lost them, it’s safe
split up for now, meet up back at my place
now we’re back in grove street, shouting “grove street is king”
had to cut it short, my cellular phone started to ring
“hey cj, its caesar, you better come quick
i seen some sh-t, homey, it’s gonna make you sick”
“i can’t right now, man, i got places to be”
“cj homey, i swear you won’t believe what i’m seeing.”
i figured i could spare five so i took the time
all the while caesar’s words playing on my mind
met him at a spot under mulholland interstate
got in his ride and clocked the look on his face
“what’s wrong homey, why couldn’t you say more?”
“you just in time man, take a look at that door.”
i expected to see some sh-t to shock me or worse
anger me so much i’d leave someone in a he-rs-
when out walked 2 fat motherf-ckers with glocks
suited up in purple, no doubt slanging rocks
“balla motherf-ckers, man, what’s the big deal?”
out walk the homey smoke, sh-t just got real
followed by ryder, tempenny behind
thoughts of how they shook us running all through my mind
i’m gon k!ll these motherf-ckers, nah cj be clever
shaking and sweating, my fingers feel stuck together
don’t believe this sh-t, they’ve turned to traitors
then they opened a garage door, a bright green sabre

- tru k lyrics

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