Tru 2 Da Game Lyrics by Tru

Tru 2 Da Game Lyrics

    Haaa, uuuuggggghhhh
    This is for all the g's ou there
    We bout it, bout it
    And g-ettes, i ain't forget about y'all, uuuugggghhhh
    Gold look like this here

    Today i have a half an ounce
    Tomorrow i'll have a key
    And if you tryin' to get some ice cream
    Won't you call me, or won't you beep me

    Looked out the window
    It must be the giggidy first of the month
    Cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin' and dressed up
    Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
    And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
    See i'm a g, ????? i got that 2 for 3
    And y'all a know that i slang, that i-c-e
    And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
    Like v-90, master p, boz, and big man
    My little homies posted up
    Some hang, hang, and some slangin'
    Others gang bangin'
    I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
    And stay tru to the game, and put the town on the map
    But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
    Cause i done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
    On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
    And servin' fiends, a-1 yola
    And still tryin' stay true with my frist meal
    Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
    And stayin' tru to the game, is a part of life
    And if you don't player, you might lose your life

    -chorus-
    Tru 2 da game, tru 2 da game
    Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
    I'm still the same

    [silkk the shocker]
    Tryin' to have things major, they can't fade me
    Cash the chips like casino
    Today i'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino
    My girl be fussin', she be tussin', constantly buggin'
    Askin' me why i be hustlin'
    I got money to make, so motherfuck it
    I'm a keep it real, if it kills me
    Y'all gonna feel me before i'm done
    Ball till i have it all, i want the whole while
    If not, i don't want none
    Why i hang with the same ol' niggas
    That's what they ask me
    I be like, i'm the same ol' nigga
    But 'stead, right now, i gets my sacks free
    I gots to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin' mail
    I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
    I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
    If you don't believe me, next year round this time
    Its silkk up on his pager (then ask me)

    -chorus-

    [big ed]
    Bustas can't see me, they blind
    I claim tru, i thought you knew
    My foes catch elbows, cause i'm on em like a tattoo
    Man i'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out china man
    Stayin' gangstafied
    While i'm tryin' to make a million
    But politicians run for office
    They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop
    This
    Gangsta rap is what they call it
    But i gots to come with the realness
    So all my folks can feel this

    -chorus-

    [mr. serv-on]
    Now i lay me down to sleep
    I pray the lord that my momma will never weep
    And let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred g's up in her sleep
    When will it stop
    I guess when they leave me lyin' on the block
    With tears on my glock
    A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
    I guess i'm doin' what i gotta do
    As long as i stay tru, until they put me through
    I know its a shame, things'll never change
    I hope i live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
    I'm tru 2 da game

    -chorus-

    [master p]
    Still the same
    Master p, the whole tru click (y'all gonna feel this)
    Tru to the gizame (tru to da hood)
    Money can't change you, it just can make you
    (never forget where i came from)
    No limit records, down south hustlers (independent black owned)
    And the west coast bad boyz
    And i told y'all, i can drop something anytime i want to
    Y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
    Cause they ain't tru 2 da game
    I could never forget where i came from
    I'm from the ghetto
    But i won't ever change
    Cause i'm tru 2 da game, believe that
    Keepin' it real, keepin' it real
    Never sell out, can never sell out
    Tru 2 da gizame

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