Текст песни: Tru - Don`t Fuck With Tru



[ C Murder ]

What now? (stupid mutha fucker) what now mutha fucka

I told you bitches

stop talkin all that muthafuckin shit

im not gonna send niggas out fiendin

im comin for ya myself BITCH!

i told you mutha fuckas dont fuck with TRU

it was a dumb move nigga

now im fuckin wit you

now watch your wives

while i put this fuckin bullet in ur dome

you dumb nigga i told yall to leave us alone

how many niggas got a dolla cant top my shit (my shit)

all these bitch mutha fuckas

quit ridin my dick (my dick)

you run ya mutha fuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)

niggas actin like they mutha fuckin hard or somethin

yeah, you aint shit with your clique nigga

to me you a bitch. im a real nigga

jumpin your shit fuckin you wit

throw them hands or them hot thangs

its all on you, check my back of my own

fool im nothin but TRU C-MURDA

bosalini of this rap game (rap game)

bitch im rich nigga you know my mutha fuckin name

big bee hive boy and P and bosanili (bosanili) on the tank

that`ll make you wear smelly

and we dont give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)

we got big balls (big balls)

ghetto supastar drivin big cars

now if you eva in my hood

nigga holla at me (holla at me)

and if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)

now if you cant really decide

that if you wanna live or die (die)

just run your fuckin mouth

and imma take you for a ride nigga

fuck what you sayin

its all on you fool

i told you mutha fuck (nigga) dont fuck wit TRU



[ chorus ]

i told you mutha fuckas dont fuck wit TRU

it was a dumb move nigga

now we fuckin wit you (dont fuck wit us)

now watch your wives while i put this fuckin bullet in ya dome

you dumb nigga, i told yall to leave us alone



[ Silkk The Shocker ]

i told you niggas dont fuck wit us

now im makin you niggas gettin clowned

tell niggas is bitches

some of yall niggas be pissin, sittin down

yall too small, you know what i..

do to yall (ooh) my cru ball

and plus bitch look, we do it all

i dont fuck wit (who) him

and i dont fuck wit dogs

so what the fuck you think

if you fuck wit him, im gonna be fuckin wit yall (never)

see i`ll put this gun back nigga

and i`ll bust ya all

i aint give a fuck what ya name is

i aint give a fuck what yall call

niggas wanna probably just...

fuss for fun

niggas aint gone eva eva. bust no gun

?????? talkin bout what the fuck yall done (something happen down there?)

at the most niggas, probably wanna cuss and run

now we self made million-aires

we make the money, money dont make us (make us)

if yall was us, and we was yall

then i would hate us (ehehe)

yall talk about how yall wanna be us

yall aint nuttin but a bunch of hood critics

its cause we rap now

shit yall still would hit it



(chorus)



[ Master P ]

TRU niggas gone ride wit me

the ghettos the NBA and im the lottery

pick from the streets... from the south to the east

you the beauty im the beast

fuck these niggas they know who P

from rags to ritches

from quaters to seven figures

hollarin Hoody Hoo gettin my niggas gone be a whistle

i got the game from my homies

and yall haters, yall cant hold me

niggas rappin bout niggas on records like the 80`s,

nigga yall niggas phony



(chorus)

repeat til fade..

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[ C Murder ]

What now? (stupid mutha fucker) what now mutha fucka

I told you bitches

stop talkin all that muthafuckin shit

im not gonna send niggas out fiendin

im comin for ya myself BITCH!

i told you mutha fuckas dont fuck with TRU

it was a dumb move nigga

now im fuckin wit you

now watch your wives

while i put this fuckin bullet in ur dome

you dumb nigga i told yall to leave us alone

how many niggas got a dolla cant top my shit (my shit)

all these bitch mutha fuckas

quit ridin my dick (my dick)

you run ya mutha fuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)

niggas actin like they mutha fuckin hard or somethin

yeah, you aint shit with your clique nigga

to me you a bitch. im a real nigga

jumpin your shit fuckin you wit

throw them hands or them hot thangs

its all on you, check my back of my own

fool im nothin but TRU C-MURDA

bosalini of this rap game (rap game)

bitch im rich nigga you know my mutha fuckin name

big bee hive boy and P and bosanili (bosanili) on the tank

that`ll make you wear smelly

and we dont give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)

we got big balls (big balls)

ghetto supastar drivin big cars

now if you eva in my hood

nigga holla at me (holla at me)

and if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)

now if you cant really decide

that if you wanna live or die (die)

just run your fuckin mouth

and imma take you for a ride nigga

fuck what you sayin

its all on you fool

i told you mutha fuck (nigga) dont fuck wit TRU



[ chorus ]

i told you mutha fuckas dont fuck wit TRU

it was a dumb move nigga

now we fuckin wit you (dont fuck wit us)

now watch your wives while i put this fuckin bullet in ya dome

you dumb nigga, i told yall to leave us alone



[ Silkk The Shocker ]

i told you niggas dont fuck wit us

now im makin you niggas gettin clowned

tell niggas is bitches

some of yall niggas be pissin, sittin down

yall too small, you know what i..

do to yall (ooh) my cru ball

and plus bitch look, we do it all

i dont fuck wit (who) him

and i dont fuck wit dogs

so what the fuck you think

if you fuck wit him, im gonna be fuckin wit yall (never)

see i`ll put this gun back nigga

and i`ll bust ya all

i aint give a fuck what ya name is

i aint give a fuck what yall call

niggas wanna probably just...

fuss for fun

niggas aint gone eva eva. bust no gun

?????? talkin bout what the fuck yall done (something happen down there?)

at the most niggas, probably wanna cuss and run

now we self made million-aires

we make the money, money dont make us (make us)

if yall was us, and we was yall

then i would hate us (ehehe)

yall talk about how yall wanna be us

yall aint nuttin but a bunch of hood critics

its cause we rap now

shit yall still would hit it



(chorus)



[ Master P ]

TRU niggas gone ride wit me

the ghettos the NBA and im the lottery

pick from the streets... from the south to the east

you the beauty im the beast

fuck these niggas they know who P

from rags to ritches

from quaters to seven figures

hollarin Hoody Hoo gettin my niggas gone be a whistle

i got the game from my homies

and yall haters, yall cant hold me

niggas rappin bout niggas on records like the 80`s,

nigga yall niggas phony



(chorus)

repeat til fade..

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