Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Can't Stop Us, artist - Tru. Album song Tru 2 Da Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
They Can't Stop Us |
What’s up niggas? |
I told y’all it’s about to be on, nigga |
We drop shit anytime we want to huh |
Feel this nigga |
It’s real |
Flippin' the the game |
Niggas that got that 'cane |
Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game |
It’s 1997, my niggas gone to heaven |
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin 211's |
187 Khadafi, murder |
Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters |
If you fuck with this TRU clique |
Nigga you gettin' your wig spilt |
Who run this gangster rap? |
(No Limit runnin' this!)It's 'bout to be it |
187 Khadafi |
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics |
Still makin scrilla |
Your neighborhood drug dealer |
Ice cream slaingin' |
Tattooed up real nigga |
In the rap game pushin' quarters |
Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida |
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads |
And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chickenheads |
Down south hustlin', to the west coast |
Got nigga choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope |
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit |
Standing on stages with bulletproof vestes, lookin' for other cliques |
But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game |
Or drop a hit on the wrong man? |
'Cause they talkin' shit about other niggas |
Now it’s a war zone, in this rap game |
But they can’t stop us TRU niggas |
They can’t stop us TRU niggas |
They can’t stop us TRU niggas |
They can’t stop us TRU niggas |
'Cause if y’all kill one, they’ll be a million other niggas in line |
With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y’all |
Running from the one time not mines |
Posted up, hostin' up like SOLDIERS! |
Down south huster, throwin' bolders |
Ready to block like a football player |
Got these 17 rounds FOR Y’ALL HATERS |
So jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked shit |
And jump up on this rap game and watch a nigga spit |
Killer, murder topics |
Put my goals if y’all think y’all can stop it |
Hardcore bangin', hangin' slangin' |
Nigga down for whatever that’s why we bangin' on wax into traps |
Got Beats by the Pound like niggas slaingin' sacks |
In the 'hood, up to no good |
Got niggas bout it, from Baton Rouge to St. Louis to Cincinnati |
Got niggas lined up in Atlanta like addicts |
Gotta have this gangster shit |
This real shit |
From this motherfuckin' TRU clique |
Ain’t givin' up, living raw |
And if we die, FUCK IT, sell my 'dro |
To the next gangster nigga |
Rest in peace Eazy-E., but I’m out here makin' SCRILLA! |
So fuck y’all white laws |
And y’all motherfuckin'…POLICE CARS! |
Comin' through with gangsters and killers |
LONG like the motherfuckin' drug dealer |
'97 to 2000 A.D. little kids wanna be me |
'Cause I’m bout it, I’m rowdy |
The government and the press, them motherfuckers want me outtie |
For runnin' my own shit |
Niggas sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents |
Break bread |
Don’t you know 15 percent of what you made? |
You a sucker, a clucker |
So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop motherfuckers |
And stay true to the gizzame |
Be about your paper, nigga fuck the fizzame |
Third ward nigga, runnin' the hill |
It ain’t no limit to this gangster shit, blunt smokes and keepin' it real |
Y’all can’t stop us TRU niggas |
Y’all can’t stop us TRU niggas |
Y’all can’t stop us TRU niggas |
'Cause if y’all kill one, they’ll be a millon more TRU niggas |
Bitch it be Silkk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate |
Fast like a Maserati, crime boss like John Gotti |
Look into their face, niggas afraid of me |
Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y’all busters scared of me |
Cause I flow like water, run shit like Ki-jana Carter |
Tell 'em I’ma be there, watch more tourists show up, than the French Quarters |
Down for whatever |
Bow down nigga never |
Buck like a Beretta |
Wet you up like bad weather |
Got fangs like a cobra |
Now I got Range like a rover |
You don’t fuck with us whether you fucked up like a hangover |
From the city where busters lie |
From the city where suckers die |
Make way for P and Silkk, two of the baddest motherfuckers alive |
Bitch it’s your time |
BITCH I want the whole nine |
Bust one line, and make niggas change their whole rhyme |
I’m the Shocker |
Yeah, I got them |
It’s TRU motherfuckers, and y’all can’t stop us |
And it’s on |