Tru 2 Da Game (disc One)

[master p]
Whazzup with all y'all tru niggaz
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller
This ya motherfuckin colonel
Rest in peace tupac
Of the motherfuckin team
And all y'all up there soldiers
Whazzup big boz, nigga!
Master p
I got c-murder with me
T-scot
L.d.
Silkk the shocker
Big mo
Gangsta t
And you know what?
Big man

We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 6x)
Mr. serv on
Mia x
Klc
Mo b. dick
Craig b
Hope nigga!
So bitch get ya mind right -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x)
Kane and abel
Skull duggery
We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x)
T-r-u
All y'all motherfuckin tru soldiers

Verse one: master p

Nigga, i'm bustin me locs, but i'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me
Cause i'm the hardest motherfucker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggaz and g's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name
Master p up in chain, is he dead he's a man
But i be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin
No bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that
Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy
Ask any motherfucker in america they'll tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause

Chorus: master p

We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 8x)

Verse two: silkk the shocker

Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? let's go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it
No limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya
Nigga i come to life and i scare all y'all bustas like freddy kruger
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga
Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y'all niggaz
Cause i'm so fuckin t-r-u, representin i thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all i be around, nigga fuckin fool
About face, this no limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
Nigga i tried to told ya
Everybody quiet.... while i load up this rifle (attention!)
Now all my soldiers start fightin
It's time -- to go deep cover
Get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly
Really, go deep like jim kelly
Fuck it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly
Think we playin bitch, well we ain't
I heard we had drama motherfucker
Put up the benz and now we drive the tank
Cause all i want to be was a soldier
All i want to be was a soldier, soldier

Chorus 1/2

Verse three: c-murder

I'm a no limit motherfuckin soldier till i die
We run this place, and i say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like i said before, hoe
3rd ward, i'm from that motherfuckin calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies kane and abel
No limit, the world's number one fuckin rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts
Dope slanga, now i'm slangin cd's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
Tru tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit
I say no limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by p or should i say, john gotti
Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me
Like skull i'm a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya
We be some motherfuckin no limit tru soldiers

Chorus 1/2

Verse four: mia x

Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when i send em
They split ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one
Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic
My shit so tight, it's more correct than right, when i recite
Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz
Perpetratin behind water gun triggers
Hurry up and figure out that studio gotti's catch hotties to the mouth
Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that bitch from the south
Mia x hoes, you don't want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one
To come stompin out the n.o., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when i'm flexin on your whole crew
Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist
Ya talkin shit, i'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause i'm walkin wit
The big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as ever
Full of, verbal annhilation
Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't
I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank
No limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest
To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
In reach, so we can touch yo' ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers

Chorus 3/4

I thought i told ya
Tru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life nigga
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame

(c-murder)
Ha ha, what they say mia,
(sillk)
Drug dealers
(c-murder)
Talkin' bout no limit sellin' dope, they got ki's all over tha country
Cia, fedz, tap our phone, harrassin' us
(sillk)
Fuckin' wit us
(c-murder)
Know what i'm sayin', but guess what
Chorus:
(mia x)
If them fedz only knew, that you were tha one sellin' all tha dope
What would they do, if them fedz only knew, that you were tha one
Holdin' all them ki's, they would probably kick, in your door
They would probably arrest you and steal all your dope, so you should
Be glad, that they don't know, cuz now you don't have to worry

Verse i
(c-murder)
I'm talkin' to them f-e-dz, police harrassin' me, but let me tell you
Patna, you'll neva catch me, see i'm under some business, and you to
Tap my phone, but i'm not mike, why don't you leave me alone, and stay
Away from my residence, lookin' for evidence, you act like a brotha
Tryin' to kill a fuckin' president, neva find shit my games tight like a
Bull, tank of gas, my bank account's full, word on street, c-murder
Sellin' ki's from oversea's, what you want it, nigga please,
You plottin' on a playa like a money hungry bitch, mad cuz a nigga
Went from rags to riches, slammin' cadillac door's, it used to be a
Regal, stop lookin' for drug money cuz now my shits legal, if them fedz,
Only knew bout my deals under tha table, if them fedz could only see
I got mo' clients than cable, they would probably kick, in my door
And put me face down on tha muthafuckin' flo' and take me to jail,
But i'm out tha next day, cuz niggas wit lawyers and money, don't play
P-a tryin' to tie to them underground casinos, wanna connect me to tha
Mafia and rino, every step i take, every move i make, you punk
Muthafuckas be watchin', fuck ya'll

Chorus:
(mia x)
If them fedz only knew, about them thugs on tha grind for you
What would they do
If them fedz could only see, how you be gettin' ki's from overseas
They would probably kick, in your door, they would probably arrest you
And steal all your dope
So you should be glad, that they don't know, cuz now you don't have
To worry

Verse ii
(master p)
Unnnggghhhh, they call us drug dealers, what about tha police
Just tha other day my little homie stole a quater ki, from tha task
Task got my phone tapped, niggas went to florida, homie got kidnapped
Now tha game is crazy sometimes it's hectic, make me wanna jump in tha
Benz, and ride up to texas, and ball with tha niggas in tha country,
It's 1997, i'm tryin' to have hundreds, stacked higher than buildings,
Flip it into millions, roll into zillions, off ghetto children,
Plushed out lexus, niggas playin' taxes, match it wit tha ferrari,
But tha game is still hectic, niggas bout to turn this money hungry
Bitches, tha dayton family said fbi, we call em' robocop snitches,
Got me stressin' to keep my nerves calm, and i'm livin' in this game
Like al capone

Chorus:
(mia x)
If them fedz only knew, that you got politicians on your payroll to,
What would they do
If them fedz could only see, that you got cpas watchin' all your cheese
They would probably kick in your door, they would probably arrest you
And steal all your dope, so you should be glad that they don't know
Cuz now you don't have to worry

Verse iii
(sillk)
Now what if tha fedz only know, see that i was a southside soldier,
Hold up, so i'm colder than coca-cola, now picture this, me in a drop
Top lexus, on tha block, wit your glock, then i rolls wit tha tek,
See i leave em' twisted like a twizzler, my house have mo' steakout's
Than sizzler, but they don't understand man i keep em' puzzled like tha
Riddler, and first thang first, and worst thang to worst, they'll neva
Catch me in tha lexus, i use mo' rental cars than hearse, they don't
Understand how they had me, but i still got away, license plate out of
State, in jamaica tha next day, a tell tha camera, call tha scanner,
Nigga what, now i'ma get away in louisiana, that's why i stay more
Untouchable than tha air ya'll, they had me tapped that's why mobile
Phone, come on it's time to go airborne, to them atfs and them fedz
Ya'll understand i stay one step ahead, if ya'll only knew

Chorus:
(mia x)
They would probably kick, in your door, they would probably arrest you
And steal all your dope
So you should be glad, that they don't know, cuz now you don't have to
Worry, or do you
If them fedz only knew,
If them fedz only knew

My nigga big bos gon hit this sweet
Kane and abel (what's up) gon hit the muthafuckin sweet
(what's up mo b?)
Skull dugrey (kl) said pass that muthafucka right here (craig b)
I'm a smoke some of this
For all my niggaz dat's dead and gone and ain't here
(time for us tru niggaz to get ya'll niggaz high)
Smoke somethin (silkk in this bitch, c-murder)
For all them niggaz in the projects that's tryin to come up
(and you know me, master p, pervin on that muthafuckin swisha sweet)
Mr serv-on gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet)
Somebody done (that muthafuckin green chronic)
(nigga that's how we smoke it down here)
Put big pokey on that muthafuckin... on that dank
(dank, doja) got him hooked on chronic
(we don't fuck with that brown weed) big v said
(brown weed's for suckas, nigga) pass him the sweet
And then give it to big mann (and we serve cluckas)
(so it's time to jump in yo muthafuckin ride and get it smoked up)
Don't pass it, nigga, to big ed cause you know he'll mug you
(i want the windows to be foggy)
(and tell ya partna nigga, pass that muthafucka, go like this here)

Chorus: 1, 2, 3 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac
4, 5 niggaz smokin weed in my cadillac
6, 7 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac
8, 9 niggaz blowin weed in my cadillac
10, 11 niggaz gettin high in my cadillac
12, 13 niggaz won't fit in my cadillac
Gettin high in my cadillac
Niggaz smokin sweets in the cadilla

Uunngghh!

[verse i]
Tru niggaz keep roaches in the ashtray (ashtray)
And smoke mo chronic than that nigga diggity dr. dre
Ask cube, cause today is a good day (good day)
And i been blowin that green all fuckin day
And these hoes on my nuts, cause i got that weed
Keep em 2 for 5, niggaz i got it 4 for 3
Holla at yo boy, if you wanna get high
I keep that green when i'm rollin in my dope ride
Lickin on that sweet, split it with your fingernail
Dump the tobacco out, pass the green dank that's real
Turn up the bass on the 18s
Roll up the window cause a nigga can't lose no swisha sweet
Smoke, and let my niggaz choke,
And if you can't handle that dank, get your ass out my car bro
We been smokin since '83,
'97 silkk told ya'll hoes, none of ya'll bitches ride for free

[verse ii]
You got twenty let's go half on a 40,
Stop the lac at motel 6, it's time to get retarded
Bitch ask me for a shotgun, i'm bout that
20 minutes, that same ho on her back
Talkin bout, she high as a kigitty-kite
But we been fuckin and smokin dank all fuckin night
Made it home mama smellin on a nigga shirt
Say it smell like chronic, i mean that green dirt
Got a nigga fiendin, flippin to lunch
I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch
Damn nigga, but it's all good
After today i do that same shit, knock on wood
My red eyes need visine, i got mine
If ya'll niggaz still smokin, fool press rewind

(rewind noises)

Chorus

Verse i

[mo b. dick]
Let's go half on a 40 sack
Roll up some swishas, (i told ya'll niggaz i was gon get ya'll high)
For some pull on that
Cause it's time to get high (cause that's how tru niggaz ride)
That's how tru niggaz ride (no limit soldiers)

Repeat

Smokin weed, makes me feel fine
Lord i got the chronic on my mind (repeat)

[master p]
Playaz get high, let's get smoked nigga, damn
One of ya'll niggaz gon pay
For my seats, ya'll done burned up my muthafuckin seats!

Hit the block lexus truck slangin ice cream
A million records sold , thats why yall know p
Came up on hard times tryin to make ends
2 stones to my niggaz thats dead and in the pen
The ghetto wont change , they label me the dope man
I slang raps but the feds think its cocaine
Tap my phone , these hoes wont leave me alone
Nigga gon legit , so stay off the ding dong
Independent , thats why they hate me
A million man ghetto march for master p
So fuck rap pages ( dont know )
Yall didnt want to see a nigga make it off the streets
Thats why you'll never see p on mtv
Top 40 , but niggaz yall know me
Number 1 in every mom and pop and billboard record store
So fuck yall playa hatin hoes
Gimme a pen , a pad , and ill make a hit
Show every nigga in the ghetto how to get rich
Cause yall dont know what go on behind closed doors
White folks pimp niggaz like hoes
But tru niggaz , say fuck that
You owe me money , its time to meet the chrome gat
I got the drank , finna tomorrow i take a piss test
And i know my probs. want me to go back
An ex-con addicted to gangsta rhymes
Last year i caught a bullet but it wasnt mine
Time to go nigga on dead row , or should i say im stuck in the ghetto

Chorus:
(2x) just a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , you would understand if you
Was
From the ghetto man
(1x)its a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , these niggaz got me caught up in
This ghetto thang

Silk:

See i aint got no money up in my pocket
How the fuck ima stop it
Ima get the glock and cock and plug you like a socket
See game get deeper but yall dont feel me
Telling me to gets up out the game , get a job
I shouldnt rob a nigga , i might kill yah
See up on the block i rides deep on gold thangs
These niggaz be trippin up on my shit and they'll jack you like it aint no
Thang
See im from the city where niggaz be salty and they stay faulty like wires
And i aint seen a gangsta retire yet
On a bet , threw my cothes up on the floor and i sweat
Trust nobody cause these niggaz today will smoke you like a cigarette
Now bet , rest in peace to all homies that didnt make it
Took life for granted , an i panic while seeing niggaz with ski masks
We blast with ski masks and bust a cap into they weak ass
Everyday struggle and i stay hustlin like a pan handler
Fuck it if i took a chance to get dead like cancer
I betta not chance it
Slik , just another nigga tryin to make it up out the ghetto

(chorus)

Big ed:

Got a hold on me , jealous fools wanna roll on me
Will i die or will god just let me be
Fufill the prophecy reach my destiny avoid the burial plot
Unlive the ones that got popped
I got a son but she says that it isnt mine
Im 24 and since birth ive served hard time
In this concrete jungle , a war zone , many of my peers die
Finally made it back home
Self preservation is a thing for me
Duckin and dodgin bullets stone faces on the ones who pulled it
I promise my mama i wouldnt die before she did
I got my life right got my wife and then my kids
But everywhere i look i see sadness
Imagine tryin to raise your babies in this worldwide madness

(chorus) 6x

Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. i
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united streets of a-fucking-merica. and
Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that is, gangstas
That is...

Chorus: gangstas make the world go round, gangstas make the world
Go round,
I know, i know
Gangstas...round, gangstas..round, you know, you know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round, we know, we know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round.

[silkk]
Hah! i live and die, so i'm a die by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, i run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
I never know, for sho, picture this
Never die, bitch, never die, say a damn thang
Canes in the chains, became the dope thang
Snortin some cane will make you do some strange thangs
I don't know why i idolize gangstas like tony montana,
Lucky luciano, probably cause they went out bangin
Gangstas like machine gun kelly
Rest in peace 2pac, aka makaveli
He run the chamber for danger, can't understand why these strangers
Wanna ride with us killas, but they can't fuck when we hang em
Gangstas like kadofy, john fuckin gotti
Ain't fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty
Gangstas

Chorus

[master p]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! just a young nigga hangin with the thugs
From the ghetto so a nigga learned to slang drugs,
From ozs, to flip keys,
Eye blood red shot nigga smokin dank weed
And quick to slap a bitch in a minute
Fiends better have my money, i mean every penny
Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas
Fuck school, tryin to serve a clucka
And moms, wish she never had me
Cause i'm a nigga on the block slangin candy
Ready to die for this true shit
Takin penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it

Chorus

[c-murder]
Throw your muthafuckin guns up (tru!)
Cause i represent gangsta day (uh-huh)
A g-a-n-g-s to the t-a
Ain't lookin for no shit but if shit comes (what's up, what's up)
Ready to turn your muthafuckin body numb
And fuck the pen, cause if i go to jail again
I pop a plea, and i'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee)
A nigga talk shit so i banged and i step
Another notch upon my rep (killa)
Like the last tape a nigga say fuck you hoes,
Now i'm turnin bustas, into john does
I'm the nigga with tru upon my back (c-murder)
A gangsta that's strapped so you can't jack
Ain't nuthin but killas on my team, (soldiers)
And i'm hangin with the shocker and the ice cream
Beware, my mental status is flawed, (crazy)
Start bangin and muthafuckas get lost,
You got drama with this muthafuckin tru click? (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Big worm, this nigga need his wig split
Take him to the river, cut his head off (cut it)
Target practice for my goddam sawed off
That's how we handle shit, in my town
Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round

[mr. serv-on]
Round and round you go,
Now tell me who's the realest muthafucka that you know
Black lucianio, hangin niggaz out the window
Like a fat pig and ?ferejano?
Winnin gun battles like geronimo
Say hello to my new friend, mr. mac-10,
With the infrared grin, i can't pretend,
Who i be, the s-e-r-v aka billy badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
Catchin chase for my case for murder, you ain't never heard of a
Nigga, with nuts big like bison,
Unified, gangstafied champ like tyson, world introducin
Young billy blast em up, i gives a fuck, all about my double up
Catchin bubble up, now i'm here to let you know
Bitch you better give it up
Don't lay it down, i'll make your world go round

[master p]
Tru niggaz make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round (repeat 2x)

Chorus and fade