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