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tru - they can't stop us! lyrics

[master p]
what’s up n-ggas?
i told y’all it’s about to be on, n-gga
we drop sh-t anytime we want to huh
feel this n-gga
it’s real {-explosion-}

[verse 1: master p]
flippin’ the the game
n-ggas that got that ‘cane
murder mr. dopeman still in this rap game
it’s 1997, my n-ggas gone to heaven
rest in peace 2pac from master p, doin 211’s
187 khadafi, murder
puttin’ n-ggas in six foot motherf-ckin’ gurters
if you f-ck with this tru clique
n-gga you gettin’ your wig spilt
who run this gangster rap?
(no limit runnin’ this!)it’s ’bout to be it
187 khadafi
jumpin’ on ghetto dope with these gangster topics
still makin scrilla
your neighborhood drug dealer
ice cream slaingin’
tattooed up real n-gga
in the rap game pushin’ quarters
flippin’ the water, from texas to florida
choppin’ game to the knuckleheads
and spittin voodoo on the motherf-ckin’ chickenheads
down south hustlin’, to the west coast
got n-gga choppin’ game, i mean this rap sh-t in to dope
puttin’ them in packages, independent spittin’ sh-t
standing on stages with bulletproof vestes, lookin’ for other cliques
but who gon’ be the next n-gga to die in this rap game
or drop a hit on the wrong man?
’cause they talkin’ sh-t about other n-ggas
now it’s a war zone, in this rap game

(chorus)
but they can’t stop us tru n-ggas
they can’t stop us tru n-ggas
they can’t stop us tru n-ggas
they can’t stop us tru n-ggas

[verse 2: master p]
’cause if y’all k!ll one, they’ll be a million other n-ggas in line
with ghetto dope, bustin’ ghetto rhymes y’all
running from the one time not mines
posted up, hostin’ up like soldiers!
down south huster, throwin’ bolders
ready to block like a football player
got these 17 rounds for y’all haters
so jump on this ghetto sh-t and come get this wicked sh-t
and jump up on this rap game and watch a n-gga spit
k!ller, murder topics
put my goals if y’all think y’all can stop it
hardcore bangin’, hangin’ slangin’
n-gga down for whatever that’s why we bangin’ on wax into traps
got beats by the pound like n-ggas slaingin’ sacks
in the ‘hood, up to no good
got n-ggas bout it, from baton rouge to st. louis to cincinnati
got n-ggas lined up in atlanta like addicts
gotta have this gangster sh-t
this real sh-t
from this motherf-ckin’ tru clique
ain’t givin’ up, living raw
and if we die, f-ck it, sell my ‘dro
to the next gangster n-gga
rest in peace eazy-e., but i’m out here makin’ scrilla!
so f-ck y’all white laws
and y’all motherf-ckin’…..police cars!!
comin’ through with gangsters and k!llers
long like the motherf-ckin’ drug dealer
’97 to 2000 a.d. little kids wanna be me
’cause i’m bout it, i’m rowdy
the government and the press, them motherf-ckers want me outtie
for runnin’ my own sh-t
n-ggas sellin’ their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents
break bread
don’t you know 15 percent of what you made?
you a sucker, a clucker
so stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop motherf-ckers
and stay true to the gizzame
be about your paper, n-gga f-ck the fizzame
third ward n-gga, runnin’ the hill
it ain’t no limit to this gangster sh-t, blunt smokes and keepin’ it real

y’all can’t stop us tru n-ggas
y’all can’t stop us tru n-ggas
y’all can’t stop us tru n-ggas
’cause if y’all k!ll one, they’ll be a millon more tru n-ggas

[verse 3: silkk the shocker]
b-tch it be silkk choppin’ and kickin’ sh-t like karate
fast like a maserati, crime boss like john gotti
look into their face, n-ggas afraid of me
look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y’all busters scared of me
cause i flow like water, run sh-t like ki-jana carter
tell ’em i’ma be there, watch more tourists show up, than the french quarters
down for whatever
bow down n-gga never
buck like a beretta
wet you up like bad weather
got fangs like a cobra
now i got range like a rover
you don’t f-ck with us whether you f-cked up like a hangover
from the city where busters lie
from the city where suckers die
make way for p and silkk, two of the baddest motherf-ckers alive
b-tch it’s your time
b-tch i want the whole nine
bust one line, and make n-ggas change their whole rhyme
i’m the shocker
yeah, i got them
it’s tru motherf-ckers, and y’all can’t stop us
and it’s on

{-explosion-}

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