They Cant Stop Us! Lyrics by Tru

They Cant Stop Us! Lyrics

    [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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