T R U - Tru 2 da Game - Текст песни

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 its 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 its 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