Letra da Música Don´t Fuck With Tru de Tru

[c-murder]
What now? (stupid motherfucker) what now motherfucker?
I told you bitches, stop talkin all that motherfuckin shit
Im not gonna send niggaz out fiendin
Im comin for ya myself bitch!
I told you motherfuckers dont fuck with tru
It was a dumb move nigga
Mow Im fuckin wit you, now try your lives
While I put this fuckin bullet in your dome
You dumb nigga, I told yall to leave us alone
How many niggaz got a dolla cant top my shit (my shit)
All these bitch motherfuckers, quit ridin my dick (my dick)
You run your motherfuckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (bitch)
Niggaz actin like they motherfuckin hard or somethin
Yeah, you aint shit with your clique nigga
To me you a bitch, Im a real nigga
Jumpin your shit fuckin you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs
Its all on you, check my back of my own
Fool Im nothin but tru c-murder bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
Bitch Im rich nigga you know my motherfuckin name
Big bee hive boy and p and bossalinie (bossalinie)
On the tank thatll make you wear smelly
And we dont give a lily fuck about the laws (fuck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood nigga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya bitch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your fuckin mouth and ima take you for a ride nigga
Fuck what you sayin, its all on you fool
I told you motherfucker (nigga) dont fuck wit tru

[chorus]
I told you motherfuckers dont fuck wit tru
It was a dumb move nigga, now we fuckin wit you (dont fuck wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this fuckin bullet in ya dome
You dumb nigga, I told yall to leave us alone

[silkk the shocker]
I told you niggaz dont fuck wit us
Now Im makin you niggaz gettin clowned
Tell niggaz is bitches
Some of yall niggaz be pissin, sittin down
Yall too small, you know what i..
Do to yall (ooh) my crew ball
And plus bitch look, we do it all
I dont fuck wit (who) him
And I dont fuck wit dogs
So what the fuck you think?
If you fuck wit him, Im gonna be fuckin wit yall (never)
See Ill put this gun back nigga
And Ill bust ya all
I aint give a fuck what ya name is
I aint give a fuck what yall call
Niggaz wanna probably just... bust for fun
Niggaz aint gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
Niggaz is way down the street talkin bout what the fuck yall done
At the most niggaz, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money dont make us (make us)
If yall was us, and we was yall then I would hate us (ehehe)
Yall talk about how yall wanna be us
Yall aint nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
Its cause we rap now, shit yall still would hit it

(chorus)

[master p]
Tru niggaz gone ride wit me
The ghettos the nba and Im the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the south to the east
You the beauty Im the beast
Fuck these niggaz they know who p
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla hoody hooo and my niggaz gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
And yall haters, yall cant hold me
Niggaz rappin bout niggaz on records like the 80s,
Nigga yall niggaz phony

(repeat chorus to fade)