TRU 2 Da Game

歌詞

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