T R U - What They Call us - Текст песни

I swore (ya heard)
That I'd never rap about another nigga on a record
(that's what stayin tru 2 da game is all about)
That I'd never borrow from another nigga aha
And I'd never work for the white man (never)

Some say we dealers they call us killas
Who we be
TRU niggaz
Some say we dealers they call us killas
Who we be
TRU nigga
Some say we dealers they call us killas
Who we be
TRU niggaz

Got more game than the average
On the street I'm a savage
Trying to flip this motherfuckin cornbread into cabbage
Ain't got no time for no motherfuckin bustas
My old lady want clustas
I'm out here with hustlas
Flippin change into dollas
Got the money and the power
Got fiends walking up, beepin me
Every motherfucking hour
But this Gotti, going through change
Got me sittin, thinking to myself
I'm in this game and I'm twisted
I'm having psycho thoughts
Peelin my motherfucking neck apart
But that'd be some hoe shit
I get down for my skrilla
Cause I'm a killa
And if I kill my ownself
? hoe nigga
Real about my paper
Tryin to slip some vapor
Get some skrilla
But these niggas wanta undertake you
Undercut you with these fiends
Try to serve your cream
And when you ain't lookin
Try to hit you with that laser beam
Some nigga you was tru to
Punk motherfucker try to get me, he'll get you
Suckas don't live on these streets
I'm from the ghetto
Grew up on eggs and luncheon meat
And not niggas tellin me fuck the hogs
When your best friend play you like a fucking dog
But I don't trust nobody but my tru niggas
I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas
Silkk, C-Murder, and Master P
If it ain't blood nigga, it might be your enemy
Cause we try to teach niggas to be real
But that's the same niggas that'll get you with that steal
I mean I taught ya'll niggas that never in the game
What ya'll done missin
My ghetto heroes is dead and gone and well missin
Plus suckas, hatas, imitators, want be
Motherfucking regulators
But ya'll cowards
End a nigga, kill a nigga when he ain't lookin
And nigga shoot a motherfucker when he ain't watchin
Now who stoppin ya'll suckas
I swore to be a man, killa
But ya'll niggas just don't understand
That the ghetto is so wicked
These hoes wanta kick it
But these bitches addicted to money and paper
Lay you on the stretcher, like a bitch
Then rape ya
Bill Clinton be the president
But bitch I never voted
I'm out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent
Ya'll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game)
Making money, staying true, and still in it

Some say we dealers, they call us killas
Who we be
TRU niggaz
Some say we dealers, they call us killas
Who we be
TRU niggaz

They call us killas and drug dealers