Tru They Can't Stop Us! Lyrics

[Master P](talking)
What's up n____s?
I told y'all it's about to be on, n____
We drop s___ anytime we want to huh
Fell this n____
It's real (explosion)

[Verse one]

Flippin' the the game
n____s that got that 'cane
Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my n____s gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2-11s
187 Khadafi, murder
Puttin' n____s in six foot m_________in' gurters
If you f___ with this TRU clique
n____ you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap?
(No Limit runnin' this!)It's 'bout to be it
187 Khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics
Still makin scrilla
Your neighborhood drug dealer
Ice cream slaingin'
Tattooed up real n____
In the rap game pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin voodoo on the m_________in' chichenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got n____ choppin' game, I mean this rap s___ in to dope
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' s___
Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next n____ to die in this rap game
or drop a hit on the wrong man?
'Cause they talkin' s___ about other n____s
Now it's a war zone, in this rap game

(Chorus)
But they can't stop us TRU n____s
They can't stop us TRU n____s
They can't stop us TRU n____s
They can't stop us TRU n____s

[Verse 2]
'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other n____s in line
With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
Running from the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up like SOLDIERS!
Down south huster, throwin' bolders
Ready to block like a football player
Got these 17 rounds FOR Y'ALL HATERS
So jump on this ghetto s___ and come get this wicked s___
And jump up on this rap game and watch a n____ spit
Killer, murder topics
Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it
Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin'
n____ down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax
Into traps
Got Beats by the Pound like n____s slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good
Got n____s bout it, From Baton Rouge to St. Louis
To Cincinnati
Got n____s lined up in Atlanta like addicts
Gotta have this gangster s___
This real s___
>From this m_________in' TRU clique
Ain't givin' up, living raw
And if we die, f___ IT, sell my 'dro
To the next gangster n____
Rest in peace Easy-E., but I'm out here makin' SCRILLA!
So f___ y'all white laws
And y'all m_________in'.....POLICE CARS!!
Comin' through with gangsters and killers
LONG like the m_________in' drug dealer
'97 to 2000 A.D. little kids wanna be me
'Cause I'm bout it, I'm rowdy
The government and the press, them m_________ers want me outtie
For runnin' my own s___
n____s sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents
Break bread
Don't you know 15 percent of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker
So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop m_________ers
And stay true to the gizzame
Be about your paper, n____ f___ the fizzame
Third ward n____, runnin' the hill
It ain't no limit to this gangster s___, blunt smokes and keepin' it real

Y'all can't stop us TRU n____s
Y'all can't stop us TRU n____s
Y'all can't stop us TRU n____s
'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a millon more TRU n____s

[Slikk The Shocker]

b____ it be Slikk choppin' and kickin' s___ like karate
Fast like a Mazzeroti
Crime boss like John Gotti
Look into their face, n____s afraid of me
Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me
'Cause I flow like water
Run s___ like Ki-jana Carter
Tell 'em, I'mma be there watch (???) like the French Quarter
Down for whatever
Bow down n____ never
Buck like a Beretta
Wet you up like bad weather
Got fangs like a cobra
Now I got Range like a rover
You don't f___ with us whether you f___ed up like a hangover
From the city where busters lie
From the city where suckers die
Make way for P and Silkk, two of the baddest m_________ers alive
b____ it's your time
b____ I want the whole nine
Bust one line, and make n____s change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker
Yeah, I got them
It's TRU m_________ers, and y'all can't stop us
And it's on

(explosion)

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