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I swore (ya heard)
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that I'd never rap about another nigga on a record
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(that's what stayin tru 2 da game is all about)
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that I'd never borrow from another nigga aha
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and I'd never work for the white man (never)
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some say we dealers they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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some say we dealers they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU nigga
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some say we dealers they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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got more game than the average
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on the street I'm a savage
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trying to flip this motherfuckin cornbread into cabbage
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ain't got no time for no motherfuckin bustas
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my old lady want clustas
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I'm out here with hustlas
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flippin change into dollas
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got the money and the power
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got fiends walking up, beepin me
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every motherfucking hour
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but this Gotti, going through change
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got me sittin, thinking to myself
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I'm in this game and I'm twisted
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I'm having psycho thoughts
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peelin my motherfucking neck apart
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but that'd be some hoe shit
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I get down for my skrilla
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cause I'm a killa
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and if I kill my ownself
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? hoe nigga
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real about my paper
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tryin to slip some vapor
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get some skrilla
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but these niggas wanta undertake you
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undercut you with these fiends
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try to serve your cream
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and when you ain't lookin
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try to hit you with that laser beam
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some nigga you was tru to
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punk motherfucker try to get me, he'll get you
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suckas don't live on these streets
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I'm from the ghetto
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grew up on eggs and luncheon meat
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and not niggas tellin me fuck the hogs
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when your best friend play you like a fucking dog
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but I don't trust nobody but my tru niggas
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I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas
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Silkk, C-Murder, and Master P
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If it ain't blood nigga, it might be your enemy
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cause we try to teach niggas to be real
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but that's the same niggas that'll get you with that steal
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I mean I taught ya'll niggas that never in the game
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what ya'll done missin
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my ghetto heroes is dead and gone and well missin
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plus suckas, hatas, imitators, want be
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motherfucking regulators
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but ya'll cowards
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end a nigga, kill a nigga when he ain't lookin
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and nigga shoot a motherfucker when he ain't watchin
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now who stoppin ya'll suckas
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I swore to be a man, killa
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but ya'll niggas just don't understand
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that the ghetto is so wicked
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these hoes wanta kick it
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but these bitches addicted to money and paper
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lay you on the stretcher, like a bitch
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then rape ya
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Bill Clinton be the president
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but bitch I never voted
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I'm out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent
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ya'll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game)
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making money, staying true, and still in it
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some say we dealers, they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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some say we dealers, they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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they call us killas and drug dealers
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what the fuck do they know
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want us to jump when they say jump
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just cause they done said so
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fuck that, I keep my hand on my chrome gat
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and if its on, let it be on
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if it's on, let it be on black
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cause see my whole world is evolved around rounding up
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a fucking tight hoe
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I'm like a time bomb
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I be cool one second, but you'll never know when I might explode
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shit, how you gonna look through my ???? with no gun
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only thing I have in this world are my balls and word
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and I'ma brake those for no one
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niggas want me to fail, some niggas want me to fall
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it's like me against the world
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my back up against the wall
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when money come, that's precisely, it's all coming
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see they don't respect the company cuase it's black
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if it was owned by peeps that was white, everybody be runnin
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see in order to survive, I stick to ghetto tactics
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I keep my ?, get tighter than rush hour traffic
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see ? wanna know what make Silkk's
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mind tick, my mind click, at the sight of blood (why's that)
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cause ain't no love up in this bitch
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see niggas be trippin, I cooks my rocks
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but ya'll be on the outside lookin in
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that's why we killas
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some say we dealers, they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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some say we dealers, they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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I beez a TRU nigga till I'm dead
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if I die, bury me
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but bitch I'm a four-five, I mean my 9
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I'm on a ? to killing and drug dealing
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I'm under surveilance, they tapped my phone
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but they ain't feelin me
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cause if them fedz only knew
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they'd probably to jail
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and lock me up with no bail
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this murderistick click that I hang with
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is sick and ready to hop into some gangsta shit
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who we be, we be some tru niggas
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with TRU across our stomach and countin legal drug money
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nationwide, but runnin this underground
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with KL, Mo B, Craig B, Beats by the Pound
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fuck with one, you fuck with us all
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you get kidnapped if you a ?
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leave your blood up on the wall
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No Limit be sick
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sick like the movie
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from New Orleans to California
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bring you bitch and sure I'm on her
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my record sales increase every week
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so fuck the police that keep stoppin me, jealous
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some say we dealers, some say we killers
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they didn't ask one thing
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we be some TRU niggaz
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some say we dealers, they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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some say we dealers, they call us killas
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who we be
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TRU niggaz
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representin from New Orleans to Richmond, California
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to the midwest to the world nigga
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TRU nigga
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What They Call Us?
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