Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4Ever Tru (feat. C-Murder, Master P & Silkk The Shocker), artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4Ever Tru (feat. C-Murder, Master P & Silkk The Shocker) |
| 1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma |
| Click tight, for life, family ties |
| That’s right. |
| It’s bigger than this record shit, nigga |
| All for one and one for all, that’s how we ball |
| TRU, forever, that’s my family |
| We be’s on top the cheddar pile |
| Wet you up like the Nile |
| Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes |
| Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9 |
| Mia’s kid sister, buckin misters and misses for figures |
| Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya |
| It’s the biggest mamma showin love to my sons and brothers |
| And we gon blow the roof right off this muthafucka |
| For the niggas ridin with this TRU click, it ain’t No Limit |
| To my loyalty and strong arm authority |
| Admit it, I’m finna show day to day soap opera |
| Downtown hoes unload when we hold choppers knock ya |
| Head off in a split, put ya lips |
| Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment |
| For this click, I don’t mind dyin, takin a stand |
| In line, while bustin my 9 |
| I’m tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration |
| We ain’t bout fakin |
| We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon |
| Takin no shorts and nothing that’ll do |
| I’m representin, boo, mamma’s 4ever TRU |
| I be’s a TRU nigga till I’m dead (we bout it, bout it) |
| TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy) |
| Put one in the chamber or that plastic Glock |
| I’m on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks |
| Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier |
| Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya |
| But my homegirl is hella hard |
| Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large |
| Gangbangin on this dope set |
| Smoke any nigga, bitch a click just like a cigarette |
| Now that’s one to grow on |
| If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on |
| Cause we be bout killin, bout murder |
| Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles |
| Hustlin hard to pay the rent |
| Mamma cryin cause I know this don’t make no fuckin sense |
| But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs |
| To stake my keys, to make OZs |
| Work in the project |
| An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack |
| TRU niggas stick together cause we ballin |
| One for all, if we fallin |
| I’m tatooed up (No Limit) and TRU to the game |
| Steady mobb’n, you muthafuckas know my name |
| Down for whatever at the drop of a dime |
| With my TRU niggas cautious on my rhyme, pick up my 9 |
| Like that, but we be comin like this |
| Don’t fuck with this click or ya might get lynched |
| Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin |
| Due to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin |
| No hesitation, you layin a stank |
| C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank |
| We stick together like crazy glue |
| Ya’ll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my fuckin crew |
| Bow down, and give No Lomit it’s props |
| Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks |
| Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas |
| P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers |
| They asked me would take a bullet for ya homie |
| Ready to die for any stomach with a TRU tatoo on it |
| Get more support than a city after a hurricane |
| Radios and videos, now everybody know my name |
| We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew |
| No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU |
| 4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew |
| Nigga, it’s a must, it’s a trust |
| If ya tell me what aim, I’m a bust |
| See one by one, niggas doin shows month by month |
| We ain’t nothin nice |
| TRU niggas roll tight like fuckin blunts |
| Fuck them bustas that lookin for us |
| Nigga, we ain’t hard to find |
| Fuck em, hidin, I’m probably makin a 500 SEL |
| With my convertible top down |
| And my cellular phone just ridin |
| Mia told me, represent |
| Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies |
| Would you take a bullet for the president? |
| Nah, but I’d take a bullet for my TRU homie |
| I thought you knew, homie |
| Ya’ll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas |
| We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers |
| Everything I know |
| Been got in for murder to muthafuckin kidnappin |
| Ya’ll mad cause we hustle, ya’ll ain’t |
| Ya’ll mad cause ya’ll can’t stack bank |
| I’m actin bad for the tank |
| Ya’ll do what ya’ll could, I’ll do what ya’ll can’t |
| Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just like dank |
| For everytime I’m puttin in work, add stripes to my rank |
| Nigga, we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha |
| Nigga, if ya ball, I’m there for ya, if ya fall |
| I’m gon catch ya |
| Cause I’m gon put it down for all my hustlas |
| Who be nationwide ballin |
| TRU niggas ain’t fallin, we callin |
| From California to New Orleans |
| Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I’ll never do |
| Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I’m 4ever TRU |
| (I thought you knew |
| Mia X, C-Murder |
| Master P, Silkk the Shocker |
| 4ever TRU, 4ever TRU, TRU, TRU, TRU…) |