Tru 2 Life Playaz

Kinda like the Mafia if you ask me
(Who's that?)
All of them riders from O.R.C
(Why's that?)
Cause we bad like three-strikers
When we spit rhymes and preach the street biker
Or convicts and rockers
There, never ain't no tellin' what we gonna do
'Cause when you think we through
We come back and bless you
With another hit, ain't no stoppin' me and my gang
Boney Bone Corleone from the M.T.V. to Club Fame
Same rapper and same rider, westsider
Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter
That's real, now throw your hands in the sky if you're down with me
I represent that Organized Rhyme family
Family tree consists of demon killers
Preachin' drug dealers and top billers makin' skrilla
Livin' in white villas, usin' guerilla tactics
To reach crips and bloods and all the thugs that are lookin' for love

We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders

For the land of Chuck Taylors, gang bangers and gang bangers
Where rap singers slow ride and rap about 'em, colored bandannas
Duckin' from one time, California sunshine projects
The streets infested with thugs that'll do a major crime
Prime time couldn't paint a better picture
Best beware of them locs and notches 'fore them thugs hit ya
'Cause where we from it's straight scandalous
Los Angeles
Ain't too many players or riders that can handle us
Slugs flyin' in every direction you look
Got homeless people livin' under bridges and drug addicts hooked
Ain't this a shame
That's why me and my gang preachin' like deacons
To bloods, crips, latinos, huh, and puerto ricans
Every weekend we be speakin' and preachin', teachin'
How we need to be reachin' the heathens
Sleepin' while the devil's creepin'
Hatin' to put these suckers names on contracts
And lift up and raise up the king of kings like a carjack

We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders

We're makin' moves like a U-Haul
Playa haters don't get it twisted like RuPaul
We're don G's and family that stick together like siamese
Twins and chinese, steamed rice from Shang Lee's
I'm the Bone Corleone with Lucky Luciano
Danny Brasco and Mr. Kevin Blanco
He doggy Montana from Nicaragua
And my little partner that we be callin' Jimmy Hoffa
Can't forget 'bout Chasey Gante
'Cause when the rhyme say he makes them beats bombay
Hot like picante
This is the clique that I be talkin' about
And if you ain't down with us then back up before you get clowned

We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders

We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders
We's them
Rhyme Sayers
True to life players
Dippin' in navigators, not
Trippin' on all you haters
Makin' rider music strictly for the creator
With more game from the Bay than the Oakland Raiders