Songtexte What They Call Us? - Tru
I
swore
(ya
heard)
That
I'd
never
rap
about
another
nigga
on
a
record
(That's
what
stayin
tru
2 da
game
is
all
about)
That
I'd
never
borrow
from
another
nigga,
aha
And
I'd
never
work
for
the
white
man
(never)
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
nigga
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
Got
more
game
than
the
average
On
the
street
I'm
a
savage
Trying
to
flip
this
motherfuckin
cornbread
into
cabbage
Ain't
got
no
time
for
no
motherfuckin
bustas
My
old
lady
want
clustas
I'm
out
here
with
hustlas
Flippin
change
into
dollas
Got
the
money
and
the
power
Got
fiends
walking
up,
beepin
me
Every
motherfucking
hour
But
this
gotti,
going
through
change
Got
me
sittin,
thinking
to
myself
I'm
in
this
game
and
I'm
twisted
I'm
having
psycho
thoughts
Peelin
my
motherfucking
neck
apart
But
that'd
be
some
hoe
shit
I
get
down
for
my
skrilla
Cause
I'm
a
killa
And
if
I
kill
my
ownself
? Hoe
nigga
Real
about
my
paper
Tryin
to
slip
some
vapor
Get
some
skrilla
But
these
niggas
wanta
undertake
you
Undercut
you
with
these
fiends
Try
to
serve
your
cream
And
when
you
ain't
lookin
Try
to
hit
you
with
that
laser
beam
Some
nigga
you
was
tru
to
Punk
motherfucker
try
to
get
me,
he'll
get
you
Suckas
don't
live
on
these
streets
I'm
from
the
ghetto
Grew
up
on
eggs
and
luncheon
meat
And
not
niggas
tellin
me
fuck
the
hogs
When
your
best
friend
play
you
like
a
fucking
dog
But
I
don't
trust
nobody
but
my
tru
niggas
I
mean
my
brothas,
I
mean
my
real
niggas
Silkk,
c-murder,
and
master
p
If
it
ain't
blood
nigga,
it
might
be
your
enemy
Cause
we
try
to
teach
niggas
to
be
real
But
that's
the
same
niggas
that'll
get
you
with
that
steal
I
mean
I
taught
y'all
niggas
that
never
in
the
game
What
y'all
done
missin
My
ghetto
heroes
is
dead
and
gone
and
well
missin
Plus
suckas,
hatas,
imitators,
want
be
Motherfucking
regulators
But
y'all
cowards
End
a
nigga,
kill
a
nigga
when
he
ain't
lookin
And
nigga
shoot
a
motherfucker
when
he
ain't
watchin
Now
who
stoppin
y'all
suckas
I
swore
to
be
a
man,
killa
But
y'all
niggas
just
don't
understand
That
the
ghetto
is
so
wicked
These
hoes
wanta
kick
it
But
these
bitches
addicted
to
money
and
paper
Lay
you
on
the
stretcher,
like
a
bitch
Then
rape
ya
Bill
clinton
be
the
president
But
bitch
I
never
voted
I'm
out
here
on
the
streets
motherfucker,
tryin
to
represent
Y'all
real
niggas
by
staying
independent
(tru
to
the
game)
Making
money,
staying
true,
and
still
in
it
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
They
call
us
killas
and
drug
dealers
What
the
fuck
do
they
know
Want
us
to
jump
when
they
say
jump
Just
cause
they
done
said
so
Fuck
that,
I
keep
my
hand
on
my
chrome
gat
And
if
it's
on,
let
it
be
on
If
it's
on,
let
it
be
on
black
Cause
see
my
whole
world
is
evolved
around
rounding
up
A
fucking
tight
hoe
I'm
like
a
time
bomb
I
be
cool
one
second,
but
you'll
never
know
when
I
might
explode
Shit,
how
you
gonna
look
through
my?
with
no
gun
Only
thing
I
have
in
this
world
are
my
balls
and
word
And
i'ma
brake
those
for
no
one
Niggas
want
me
to
fail,
some
niggas
want
me
to
fall
It's
like
me
against
the
world
My
back
up
against
the
wall
When
money
come,
that's
precisely,
it's
all
coming
See
they
don't
respect
the
company
cuase
it's
black
If
it
was
owned
by
peeps
that
was
white,
everybody
be
runnin
See
in
order
to
survive,
I
stick
to
ghetto
tactics
I
keep
my?,
get
tighter
than
rush
hour
traffic
See?
wanna
know
what
make
silkk's
Mind
tick,
my
mind
click,
at
the
sight
of
blood
(why's
that)
Cause
ain't
no
love
up
in
this
bitch
See
niggas
be
trippin,
I
cooks
my
rocks
But
y'all
be
on
the
outside
lookin
in
That's
why
we
killas
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
I
beez
a
tru
nigga
till
I'm
dead
If
I
die,
bury
me
But
bitch
I'm
a
four-five,
I
mean
my
9
I'm
on
a?
to
killing
and
drug
dealing
I'm
under
surveilance,
they
tapped
my
phone
But
they
ain't
feelin
me
Cause
if
them
fedz
only
knew
They'd
probably
to
jail
And
lock
me
up
with
no
bail
This
murderistick
click
that
I
hang
with
Is
sick
and
ready
to
hop
into
some
gangsta
shit
Who
we
be,
we
be
some
tru
niggas
With
tru
across
our
stomach
and
countin
legal
drug
money
Nationwide,
but
runnin
this
underground
With
kl,
mo
b,
craig
b,
beats
by
the
pound
Fuck
with
one,
you
fuck
with
us
all
You
get
kidnapped
if
you
a?
Leave
your
blood
up
on
the
wall
No
limit
be
sick
Sick
like
the
movie
From
new
orleans
to
california
Bring
you
bitch
and
sure
I'm
on
her
My
record
sales
increase
every
week
So
fuck
the
police
that
keep
stoppin
me,
jealous
Some
say
we
dealers,
some
say
we
killers
They
didn't
ask
one
thing
We
be
some
tru
niggaz
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
Some
say
we
dealers,
they
call
us
killas
Who
we
be
Tru
niggaz
Representin
from
new
orleans
to
richmond,
california
To
the
midwest
to
the
world
nigga
Tru
nigga
1 I Got Candy
2 Ghetto Thang
3 What They Call Us?
4 Swamp Aggin
5 Pimp Shit
6 Eyes of a Killa
7 FEDz (radio version)
8 Ghetto Cheese
9 Heaven for a Gangsta (TRU remix)
10 TRU ?'s
11 1nce Upon a Time
12 Pop Goes My Nine
13 It's My Time
14 Torcher Chamber
15 They Can't Stop Us!
16 The Lord Is Testing Me
17 No Limit Soldier (club mix)
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