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Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
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this is for all the G's ou there
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we bout it bout it
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and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
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gold look like this here
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today I have a half an ounce
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tomorrow I'll have a key
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and if you tryin' to get some ice cream
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won't you call me or won't you beep me
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Looked out the window
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it must be the giggidy first of the month
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cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin' and dressed up
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Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
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And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
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See I'm a G, ????? I got that 2 for 3
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And y'all a know that I slang, that I-C-E
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And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
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Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
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My little homies posted up
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some hang, hang, and some slangin'
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Others gang bangin'
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I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
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And stay TRU to the game, and put the town on the map
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But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
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Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
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On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
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And servin' fiends, A-1 yola
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And still tryin' stay true with my frist meal
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Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
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And stayin' TRU to the game, is a part of life
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And if you don't player, you might lose your life
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Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
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Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
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I'm still the same
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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Tryin' to have things major, they can't fade me
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cash the chips like casino
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Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like Marino
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My girl be fussin', she be tussin', constantly buggin'
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Askin' me why I be hustlin'
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I got money to make, so motherfuck it
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I'm a keep it real, if it kills me
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Y'all gonna feel me before I'm done
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Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while
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if not, I don't want none
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Why I hang with the same ol' niggas
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That's what they ask me
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I be like, I'm the same ol' nigga
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But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks free
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I gots to stay TRU fool, about my motherfuckin' mail
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I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
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I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
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If you don't believe me, next year round this time
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its Silkk up on his pager (then ask me)
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[Big Ed]
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Bustas can't see me, they blind
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I claim TRU, I thought you knew
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My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
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Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out china man
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Stayin' gangstafied
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While I'm tryin' to make a million
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But politicians run for office
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They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop
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this
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Gangsta rap is what they call it
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But I gots to come with the realness
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So all my folks can feel this
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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Now I lay me down to sleep
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I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep
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and let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred G's up in her sleep
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When will it stop
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I guess when they leave me lyin' on the block
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With tears on my glock
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A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
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I guess I'm doin' what I gotta do
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As long as I stay TRU, until they put me through
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I know its a shame, things'll never change
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I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
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I'm TRU 2 Da Game
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[Master P]
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still the same
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Master P, the whole TRU click (y'all gonna feel this)
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TRU to the gizame (tru to da hood)
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money can't change you, it just can make you
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(never forget where i came from)
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No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers (independent black owned)
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and the West Coast Bad Boyz
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and I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
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Y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
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Cause they ain't TRU 2 da game
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I could never forget where I came from
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I'm from the ghetto
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But I won't ever change
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Cause I'm TRU 2 da game, believe that
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Keepin' it real, keepin' it real
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Never sell out, can never sell out
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TRU 2 Da Gizame
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Tru 2 Da Game
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