Haaa, is for all the g's ou there We bout it, it And g-ettes, I ain't about y'all, uuuugggghhhh look like this here
Today I a half an ounce Tomorrow have a key And if you tryin' to get some ice Won't you me, or won't you beep me
Looked out the It must be the giggidy of the month Cause everybody in the ghetto is and dressed up Little havin' fun in my neighborhood And walkin' up, talkin' bout it's all good See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3 And a know that I slang, that i-c-e And in the ghetto use nicknames Like v-90, p, boz, and big man My homies posted up Some hang, hang, and slangin' gang bangin' I'm to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap And tru to the game, and put the town on the map But haters hate me and niggas try to shit Cause I done made, a out of 15 cents On the curb, up with them bouldas And fiends, a-1 yola And still tryin' stay with my frist meal Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you get killed And tru to the game, is a part of life And if you don't player, you might your life
Tru 2 da game, tru 2 da Ain't nothin' changed but my account I'm the same
the shocker] Tryin' to have things major, they can't me Cash the chips like Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like My girl be fussin', she be tussin', buggin' me why I be hustlin' I got to make, so motherfuck it I'm a keep it real, if it me Y'all gonna me before I'm done Ball till I have it all, I the whole while If not, I don't none Why I hang the same ol' niggas what they ask me I be like, I'm the ol' nigga But 'stead, now, I gets my sacks free I gots to stay tru fool, my motherfuckin' mail I'll be a rich ass nigga, gonna be visitin' me in the jail I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things If you don't believe me, next year round time Its up on his pager (then ask me)
ed] Bustas can't see me, they I tru, I thought you knew My foes elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a out china man Stayin' While I'm tryin' to a million But run for office They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and Gangsta rap is what call it But I gots to with the realness So all my folks can feel
[mr. Now I lay me to sleep I pray the lord that my momma will never And let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred g's up in her will it stop I guess when they leave me on the block With on my glock A full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops I guess I'm doin' I gotta do As long as I stay tru, they put me through I know it's a shame, never change I hope I long enough to see my daughter spell my name I'm tru 2 da
p] Still the Master p, the whole tru click (y'all gonna this) Tru to the (tru to da hood) Money can't change you, it just can you (never forget I came from) No limit records, down south hustlers (independent owned) And the west coast bad And I told y'all, I can drop anytime I want to Y'all done realized by now, the haters fell off Cause they tru 2 da game I could never where I came from I'm the ghetto But I won't change Cause I'm tru 2 da game, that it real, keepin' it real Never sell out, can sell out Tru 2 da