Trus Lyrics by Tru

Trus Lyrics

    (reporter) we're sittin here with c-murder
    (c-murder) whasup
    (reporter) how are you doing?
    (c-murder) alright
    (reporter) so c tell me, how was your life as a youngster

    Ruthless, as a child, a juvenile
    Ran with tru, slanged in the meanwhile
    Packin, specialize in jackin
    Liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and others
    Open shop, it's all about a come up
    I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up
    Because i'm a gangsta sellin dope
    Strapped with a gat when i role through the calliope
    Bad ass, i never listened to my brother
    It went in one ear and out the fuckin other
    Pushin rocks on the block watch the undercover
    Fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo i ain't no lover
    I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for some dollars
    At 13 i bought a quarter key of powder
    Rollin with my fingas on the trigga
    Brother don't ya know you can't touch this nigga
    A thug, convict, psycho, a criminal
    Do you stay open, ganked for your yayo
    Big and bad, no respect for the taz
    ([reporter] c-murder did you ever go to jail)
    Hell yea, just servin niggas heroin
    Runnin from the taz, hidin out by the sewers
    I'm a tru nigga (fuck em) puttin in work
    I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
    Slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves
    They get beat, ganked, broke and served (fuck em)
    So you know who i am ho
    A no limit soldier from the motherfuckin calliope

    ([reporter] hmm, i see, so you're very violent)
    Always
    ([reporter] okay, what would be the situation when you so call
    Rob someone)

    Waitin, for the witness to leave
    I'm bout to do some shit you wont believe
    Creep like a g to the back of the house
    Look in
    All the lights were out
    Grabbed the door and it was locked g
    But fuck that shit, a nigga got a spare key
    Stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt wake up
    Infared, ready to blow the place up
    Once inside no time for shakin
    Lookin for the nigga and the dope i be taking
    Get what you gonna get, nigga and ride
    Or get 25 for a mothafuckin homicide
    Move quickly but no stuntin
    Ssssshhhh, i hear a motherfucka coming
    Lights came on, so i shot (bang)(bang)
    Out the door with the dope that i got
    Over the wall, don't fall
    Check my dope cause this was a close call
    Getting robbed by the c is a lesson
    So, is there any more questions

    ([reporter] yes, as a matter of fact there is,
    Have you ever been involved in like a murder or homicide)
    You mean a 1-8-7
    (yea)

    There da nigga house goes, but don't pernt
    Cut the lights out so i can case the jerk
    Two niggas on the couch smoking and a hoe
    I think master p was on the muthafuckin radio
    Niggas wanna fight when i was chillin in the 9th ward
    He shoulda known killin niggaz makes my dick hard
    (are you sick)
    Yea, and i'm cunnin
    Told young silkk to leave the car runnin
    Walked in, said bitch lay it down
    I'm not 8-ball, but them niggaz got clowned
    Hurry up mothafucka (i'll kill ya) don't lag
    I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash
    Foo got brave and went for a sawed off
    So i shot em all, took their mothafuckin heads off
    I'm tru (no limit) and i'll serve ya
    Down in new orleans it's just another murda
    Back in the l-zone, silkk drive on
    Threw the gun in the river and hauled on
    I'm not like robin hood,
    Cause i want more, rob from the rich,
    Sell dope to the poor
    No limit is bout it you see, nobody better than me
    I give a shout out to my nigga eazy-e
    (is all that real)
    I don't lie, rest in peace eazy
    See you on the otherside (ya heard me)

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