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tru of the real untouchables - oh yeah lyrics

[intro]
don’t make me call the monkeys (use the angles code)
ooh, we got chicken? (oh yeah)
i revolution the south central
for all my gangsters and gangsters out there
to the world
get won’t stop, can’t stop (where they is?)
where the tru gangsters is?

[verse]
1 or 2 patriot, burban, jag for the fall
ss sittin 20’s but i ain’t no motherfreakin y’all
grab the gat. where they is, rat+tat+tat+tat
i revolution the rancho project
you a rookie, i’m a vet, you the golden, i’m the grahams
you got that kitchеn, i got the breakfast, give thе (the), pass the (the)
your eyes brown, you got the monster
while you like me now, gold chain when i necklace
try to take me out the angels but i’m stay buck attack
(chorus)
raise your hand, people, hands it the air people
(oh yeah) that’s the code for them k!llers
(oh yeah) raise your hand, hands it the air (what you want do?)
(oh yeah) raise your hand, hand it the air (what you want do?)
(oh yeah) raise your hand, hand it the air (what you want do?)
(oh yeah) raise your hand, hand it the air (what you want do?)
(oh yeah) raise your hand, hand it the air (what you want do?)
(oh yeah) raise your hand, hand it the air (what you want do?)

[verse 2]
four for the diamond, five for the show
six for my (my), seven to go
when i hear oh yeah it’s time to ride
let nothing slide, let nothing go
their you by your computer then scream (oh yeah)
their you don’t freak with them haters scream (oh yeah)
their you about little things them scream (oh yeah)
their by havin things the scream (oh yeah)
(whoa, wait a minute big mommy, watch my feet i know you getting won’t stop and everything kl, take the beat back)
throw the cold (cold)
so i can cop the new (new), the blue six
(six) hatin these days
so guess what, i bulletproof it
b+a+d+b+o+y+s (s)
tru is why we be (be)
then scream their you with me (me)
(chorus)

[verse 3]
straight from the hometown, got them gold in my chain
adidas on my feet
gangsters boys dance disco to the beat
we be bad boys (boys), and we won’t stop
we come to the trip and get the motherfreaker attack
freak, i been to the block
rest in peace to my cop
still at home their you pop, gotta hustle just to spot
and the pound pull it down, all them boys can’t tell
tru (tru) make mail, all them haters go to h+ll
drop ’em up uptown, all the way to downtown
you might get clowned, so you better pack a round
tru (tru) wanna it all, we gonna ball till we fall
pull my tag dog on the wall, oh yeah be call, (call)

(chorus to fade)

- tru of the real untouchables lyrics

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