[Master P](talking) 
What's up niggas? 
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga 
We drop shit anytime we want to huh 
Fell this nigga 
It's real (explosion) [Verse one] 
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 2
Pac from Master 
P, doin' 2-11s 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' chichenheads 
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 bullet-proof 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 (Chorus) 
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 [Verse 2] '
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' slaingin' 
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 
Easy-E., but 
I'm out here makin' 
SCRILLA! So fuck y'all white laws 
And y'all motherfuckin'.....
POLICE CAR
S!! 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 [Slikk The Shocker] 
Bitch it be 
Slikk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate 
Fast like a 
Mazzeroti 
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'mma be there watch (???) like the 
French Quarter 
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 (explosion)