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Tru
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They Can't Stop Us!
Lyricist:Craig Lawson, P. Miller, V. Miller
What's up niggas? I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga We drop shit anytime we want to huh Fell this nigga, it's real
Flippin' the the game niggas that got that 'cane Murder Mr. Dopeman still in the rap game It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2-11s
187 Khadafi, murder puttin' niggas In six foot motherfuckin' gurters If you fuck with this Tru clique Nigga 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 nigga In the rap game pushin' quarters Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin' voodoo on the motherfuckin' chicken heads Down south hustlin', to the west coast Got nigga choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit
Standing on stages with bullet-proof vests, lookin' for other cliques But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game Or drop a hit on the wrong man? 'Cause they talkin' shit about other niggas Now it's a war zone, in this rap game
But they can't stop us Tru niggas They can't stop us Tru niggas They can't stop us Tru niggas They can't stop us Tru niggas 'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other niggas 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' boulders
Ready to block like a football player Got these 17 rounds for y'all haters So jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked shit And jump up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit
Killer, murder topics put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin' Nigga down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax Into traps, got Beats by the Pound like niggas slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good, got niggas 'bout it From Baton Rouge to St. Louis to Cincinnati Got niggas lined up in Atlanta like addicts Gotta have this gangster shit, this real shit
From this motherfuckin' Tru clique, ain't givin' up, living raw And if we die, fuck it, sell my 'dro to the next gangster nigga Rest in peace Easy-E., but I'm out here makin' scrilla So fuck y'all white laws and y'all motherfuckin' police cars Comin' through with gangsters And killers long live the motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckers want me out For runnin' my own shit, niggas 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 motherfuckers and stay true to the gizzame Be about your paper, nigga fuck the fizzame third ward nigga Runnin' the hill it ain't no limit to this gangster shit Blunt smokes and keepin' it real
Y'all can't stop us Tru niggas Y'all can't stop us Tru niggas Y'all can't stop us Tru niggas 'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million more Tru niggas
Bitch it be Slikk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate Fast like a Mazzeroti, crime boss like John Gotti Look into their face, niggas afraid of me Look deeper into their eyes, they scared Yeah y'all busters scared of me
'Cause I flow like water run shit like Ki-Jana Carter Tell 'em, I'ma be there watch [Incomprehensible]like the French Quarter Down for whatever bow down nigga 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 fuck with us whether you fucked 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 motherfuckers alive
Bitch it's your time, bitch I want the whole nine Bust one line, and make niggas change their whole rhyme I'm the Shocker, yeah, I got them It's Tru motherfuckers, and y'all can't stop us and it's on
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