[master p](talking)

What's up niggas?

I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga

We drop shit anytime we want to huh

Fell this nigga

It's real (explosion)





[verse one]



Flippin' the the game

Niggas that got that 'cane

Murder mr. dopeman still in this rap game

It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven

Rest in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s

187 khadafi, murder

Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters

If you fuck with this tru clique

Nigga 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 nigga

In the rap game pushin' quarters

Flippin' the water, from texas to florida

Choppin' game to the knuckleheads

And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chichenheads

Down south hustlin', to the west coast

Got nigga choppin' game, i mean this rap shit in to dope

Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit

Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques

But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game

Or drop a hit on the wrong man?

'cause they talkin' shit about other niggas

Now it's a war zone, in this rap game



(chorus)

But they can't stop us tru niggas

They can't stop us tru niggas

They can't stop us tru niggas

They can't stop us tru niggas



[verse 2]

'cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other niggas 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 shit and come get this wicked shit

And jump up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit

Killer, murder topics

Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it

Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin'

Nigga down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax

Into traps

Got beats by the pound like niggas slaingin' sacks

In the 'hood, up to no good

Got niggas bout it, from baton rouge to st. louis

To cincinnati

Got niggas lined up in atlanta like addicts

Gotta have this gangster shit

This real shit

>from this motherfuckin' tru clique

Ain't givin' up, living raw

And if we die, fuck it, sell my 'dro

To the next gangster nigga

Rest in peace easy-e., but i'm out here makin' scrilla!

So fuck y'all white laws

And y'all motherfuckin'.....police cars!!

Comin' through with gangsters and killers

Long like the motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckers want me outtie

For runnin' my own shit

Niggas 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 motherfuckers

And stay true to the gizzame

Be about your paper, nigga fuck the fizzame

Third ward nigga, runnin' the hill

It ain't no limit to this gangster shit, blunt smokes and keepin' it real



Y'all can't stop us tru niggas

Y'all can't stop us tru niggas

Y'all can't stop us tru niggas

'cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a millon more tru niggas



[slikk the shocker]



Bitch it be slikk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate

Fast like a mazzeroti

Crime boss like john gotti

Look into their face, niggas afraid of me

Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me

'cause i flow like water

Run shit like ki-jana carter

Tell 'em, i'mma be there watch (???) like the french quarter

Down for whatever

Bow down nigga 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 fuck with us whether you fucked 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 motherfuckers alive

Bitch it's your time

Bitch i want the whole nine

Bust one line, and make niggas change their whole rhyme

I'm the shocker

Yeah, i got them

It's tru motherfuckers, and y'all can't stop us

And it's on



(explosion)


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