Paroles What they call us? Tru

What they call us?

I swore (ya heard)
That Id never rap about another nigga on a record
(thats what stayin tru 2 da game is all about)
That Id never borrow from another nigga, aha
And Id 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 Im a savage
Trying to flip this motherfuckin cornbread into cabbage
Aint got no time for no motherfuckin bustas
My old lady want clustas
Im 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
Im in this game and Im twisted
Im having psycho thoughts
Peelin my motherfucking neck apart
But thatd be some hoe shit
I get down for my skrilla
Cause Im 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 aint lookin
Try to hit you with that laser beam
Some nigga you was tru to
Punk motherfucker try to get me, hell get you
Suckas dont live on these streets
Im 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 dont trust nobody but my tru niggas
I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas
Silkk, c-murder, and master p
If it aint blood nigga, it might be your enemy
Cause we try to teach niggas to be real
But thats the same niggas thatll get you with that steal
I mean I taught yall niggas that never in the game
What yall done missin
My ghetto heroes is dead and gone and well missin
Plus suckas, hatas, imitators, want be
Motherfucking regulators
But yall cowards
End a nigga, kill a nigga when he aint lookin
And nigga shoot a motherfucker when he aint watchin
Now who stoppin yall suckas
I swore to be a man, killa
But yall niggas just dont 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
Im out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent
Yall 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
What the fuck do they know
Want us to jump when they say jump
Just cause they done said so
Fuck that, I keep my hand on my chrome gat
And if its on, let it be on
If its on, let it be on black
Cause see my whole world is evolved around rounding up
A fucking tight hoe
Im like a time bomb
I be cool one second, but youll never know when I might explode
Shit, how you gonna look through my ? ? ? ? with no gun
Only thing I have in this world are my balls and word
And ima brake those for no one
Niggas want me to fail, some niggas want me to fall
Its like me against the world
My back up against the wall
When money come, thats precisely, its all coming
See they dont respect the company cuase its black
If it was owned by peeps that was white, everybody be runnin
See in order to survive, I stick to ghetto tactics
I keep my ? , get tighter than rush hour traffic
See ? wanna know what make silkks
Mind tick, my mind click, at the sight of blood (whys that)
Cause aint no love up in this bitch
See niggas be trippin, I cooks my rocks
But yall be on the outside lookin in
Thats why we killas

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

I beez a tru nigga till Im dead
If I die, bury me
But bitch Im a four-five, I mean my 9
Im on a ? to killing and drug dealing
Im under surveilance, they tapped my phone
But they aint feelin me
Cause if them fedz only knew
Theyd probably to jail
And lock me up with no bail
This murderistick click that I hang with
Is sick and ready to hop into some gangsta shit
Who we be, we be some tru niggas
With tru across our stomach and countin legal drug money
Nationwide, but runnin this underground
With kl, mo b, craig b, beats by the pound
Fuck with one, you fuck with us all
You get kidnapped if you a ?
Leave your blood up on the wall
No limit be sick
Sick like the movie
From new orleans to california
Bring you bitch and sure Im on her
My record sales increase every week
So fuck the police that keep stoppin me, jealous
Some say we dealers, some say we killers
They didnt ask one thing
We be some tru niggaz

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

Representin from new orleans to richmond, california
To the midwest to the world nigga
Tru nigga