| Song | Gangstas Make The World |
| Artist | Tru |
| Album | Tru 2 Da Game |
| Master p：tru niggaz stand... | |
| Silkk (master p echoing)：raise your right hand. repeat after me. i | |
| Pledge | |
| Allegiance, to the game of the united streets of a-fucking-merica. and | |
| Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the | |
| Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that is, gangstas | |
| That is... | |
| Chorus: gangstas make the world go round, gangstas make the world | |
| Go round, | |
| I know, i know | |
| Gangstas...round, gangstas..round, you know, you know | |
| Gangstas...round, gangstas...round, we know, we know | |
| Gangstas...round, gangstas...round. | |
| [silkk] | |
| Hah! i live and die, so i'm a die by the 9 | |
| Fuck the dumb shit, i run this, a whole life of crime | |
| Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch | |
| 187, don't make me whistle, bitch | |
| I never know, for sho, picture this | |
| Never die, bitch, never die, say a damn thang | |
| Canes in the chains, became the dope thang | |
| Snortin some cane will make you do some strange thangs | |
| I don't know why i idolize gangstas like tony montana, | |
| Lucky luciano, probably cause they went out bangin | |
| Gangstas like machine gun kelly | |
| Rest in peace 2pac, aka makaveli | |
| He run the chamber for danger, can't understand why these strangers | |
| Wanna ride with us killas, but they can't fuck when we hang em | |
| Gangstas like kadofy, john fuckin gotti | |
| Ain't fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty | |
| Gangstas | |
| Chorus | |
| [master p] | |
| Uuuunnnngggghhhh! just a young nigga hangin with the thugs | |
| From the ghetto so a nigga learned to slang drugs, | |
| From ozs, to flip keys, | |
| Eye blood red shot nigga smokin dank weed | |
| And quick to slap a bitch in a minute | |
| Fiends better have my money, i mean every penny | |
| Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas | |
| Fuck school, tryin to serve a clucka | |
| And moms, wish she never had me | |
| Cause i'm a nigga on the block slangin candy | |
| Ready to die for this true shit | |
| Takin penetentiary chances tryin to get rich | |
| My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti | |
| Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it | |
| Chorus | |
| [c-murder] | |
| Throw your muthafuckin guns up (tru!) | |
| Cause i represent gangsta day (uh-huh) | |
| A g-a-n-g-s to the t-a | |
| Ain't lookin for no shit but if shit comes (what's up, what's up) | |
| Ready to turn your muthafuckin body numb | |
| And fuck the pen, cause if i go to jail again | |
| I pop a plea, and i'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee) | |
| A nigga talk shit so i banged and i step | |
| Another notch upon my rep (killa) | |
| Like the last tape a nigga say fuck you hoes, | |
| Now i'm turnin bustas, into john does | |
| I'm the nigga with tru upon my back (c-murder) | |
| A gangsta that's strapped so you can't jack | |
| Ain't nuthin but killas on my team, (soldiers) | |
| And i'm hangin with the shocker and the ice cream | |
| Beware, my mental status is flawed, (crazy) | |
| Start bangin and muthafuckas get lost, | |
| You got drama with this muthafuckin tru click? (uh-oh, uh-oh) | |
| Big worm, this nigga need his wig split | |
| Take him to the river, cut his head off (cut it) | |
| Target practice for my goddam sawed off | |
| That's how we handle shit, in my town | |
| Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round | |
| [mr. serv-on] | |
| Round and round you go, | |
| Now tell me who's the realest muthafucka that you know | |
| Black lucianio, hangin niggaz out the window | |
| Like a fat pig and ?ferejano? | |
| Winnin gun battles like geronimo | |
| Say hello to my new friend, mr. mac-10, | |
| With the infrared grin, i can't pretend, | |
| Who i be, the s-e-r-v aka billy badgate | |
| Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face | |
| Catchin chase for my case for murder, you ain't never heard of a | |
| Nigga, with nuts big like bison, | |
| Unified, gangstafied champ like tyson, world introducin | |
| Young billy blast em up, i gives a fuck, all about my double up | |
| Catchin bubble up, now i'm here to let you know | |
| Bitch you better give it up | |
| Don't lay it down, i'll make your world go round | |
| [master p] | |
| Tru niggaz make the world go round | |
| Gangstas make the world go round (repeat 2x) | |
| Chorus and fade |
| Master p: tru niggaz stand... | |
| Silkk master p echoing: raise your right hand. repeat after me. i | |
| Pledge | |
| Allegiance, to the game of the united streets of afuckingmerica. and | |
| Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the | |
| Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that is, gangstas | |
| That is... | |
| Chorus: gangstas make the world go round, gangstas make the world | |
| Go round, | |
| I know, i know | |
| Gangstas... round, gangstas.. round, you know, you know | |
| Gangstas... round, gangstas... round, we know, we know | |
| Gangstas... round, gangstas... round. | |
| silkk | |
| Hah! i live and die, so i' m a die by the 9 | |
| Fuck the dumb shit, i run this, a whole life of crime | |
| Ain' t never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch | |
| 187, don' t make me whistle, bitch | |
| I never know, for sho, picture this | |
| Never die, bitch, never die, say a damn thang | |
| Canes in the chains, became the dope thang | |
| Snortin some cane will make you do some strange thangs | |
| I don' t know why i idolize gangstas like tony montana, | |
| Lucky luciano, probably cause they went out bangin | |
| Gangstas like machine gun kelly | |
| Rest in peace 2pac, aka makaveli | |
| He run the chamber for danger, can' t understand why these strangers | |
| Wanna ride with us killas, but they can' t fuck when we hang em | |
| Gangstas like kadofy, john fuckin gotti | |
| Ain' t fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty | |
| Gangstas | |
| Chorus | |
| master p | |
| Uuuunnnngggghhhh! just a young nigga hangin with the thugs | |
| From the ghetto so a nigga learned to slang drugs, | |
| From ozs, to flip keys, | |
| Eye blood red shot nigga smokin dank weed | |
| And quick to slap a bitch in a minute | |
| Fiends better have my money, i mean every penny | |
| Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas | |
| Fuck school, tryin to serve a clucka | |
| And moms, wish she never had me | |
| Cause i' m a nigga on the block slangin candy | |
| Ready to die for this true shit | |
| Takin penetentiary chances tryin to get rich | |
| My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti | |
| Real gangstas, that' s bout it, bout it | |
| Chorus | |
| cmurder | |
| Throw your muthafuckin guns up tru! | |
| Cause i represent gangsta day uhhuh | |
| A gangs to the ta | |
| Ain' t lookin for no shit but if shit comes what' s up, what' s up | |
| Ready to turn your muthafuckin body numb | |
| And fuck the pen, cause if i go to jail again | |
| I pop a plea, and i' m free, in 5 to 10 outee | |
| A nigga talk shit so i banged and i step | |
| Another notch upon my rep killa | |
| Like the last tape a nigga say fuck you hoes, | |
| Now i' m turnin bustas, into john does | |
| I' m the nigga with tru upon my back cmurder | |
| A gangsta that' s strapped so you can' t jack | |
| Ain' t nuthin but killas on my team, soldiers | |
| And i' m hangin with the shocker and the ice cream | |
| Beware, my mental status is flawed, crazy | |
| Start bangin and muthafuckas get lost, | |
| You got drama with this muthafuckin tru click? uhoh, uhoh | |
| Big worm, this nigga need his wig split | |
| Take him to the river, cut his head off cut it | |
| Target practice for my goddam sawed off | |
| That' s how we handle shit, in my town | |
| Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round | |
| mr. servon | |
| Round and round you go, | |
| Now tell me who' s the realest muthafucka that you know | |
| Black lucianio, hangin niggaz out the window | |
| Like a fat pig and ? ferejano? | |
| Winnin gun battles like geronimo | |
| Say hello to my new friend, mr. mac10, | |
| With the infrared grin, i can' t pretend, | |
| Who i be, the serv aka billy badgate | |
| Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face | |
| Catchin chase for my case for murder, you ain' t never heard of a | |
| Nigga, with nuts big like bison, | |
| Unified, gangstafied champ like tyson, world introducin | |
| Young billy blast em up, i gives a fuck, all about my double up | |
| Catchin bubble up, now i' m here to let you know | |
| Bitch you better give it up | |
| Don' t lay it down, i' ll make your world go round | |
| master p | |
| Tru niggaz make the world go round | |
| Gangstas make the world go round repeat 2x | |
| Chorus and fade |