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 have a an ounce I'll have a key And if you tryin' to get some ice you call me, or won't you beep me
Looked out the It must be the first of the month Cause everybody in the is smilin' and dressed up Little kids havin' fun in my And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout all good See I'm a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got 2 for 3 And y'all a know that I slang, that And everybody in the use nicknames Like v-90, p, boz, and big man My little homies up Some hang, hang, and some Others gang I'm tryin' to 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 made, a dollar out of 15 cents On the curb, posted up with them And fiends, a-1 yola And tryin' stay true with my frist meal Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you get killed And stayin' tru to the game, is a of life And if you don't player, you lose 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, can't fade me Cash the chips casino I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino 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 feel me I'm done till I have it all, I want the whole while If not, I don't want Why I hang with the same ol' That's what ask me I be like, I'm the ol' nigga But 'stead, right now, I gets my free I gots to stay tru fool, about my mail I'll be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be 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 silkk up on his (then ask me)
ed] Bustas see me, they blind I claim tru, I thought you My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a Man I'm layin' low the eyes of a danked out china man gangstafied While I'm tryin' to a million But run for office They me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop Gangsta rap is what they it But I to come with the realness So all my folks can feel
[mr. Now I lay me down to I pray the lord my momma will never weep And let her live in peace and spendin' a hundred g's up in her sleep will it stop I guess when they me lyin' on the block With tears on my A full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops I guess I'm what I gotta do As as I stay tru, until they put me through I know it's a shame, things'll change I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my I'm tru 2 da
p] Still the Master p, the whole tru (y'all gonna feel this) Tru to the (tru to da hood) can't change you, it just can make you (never forget where I from) No records, down south hustlers (independent black 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 ain't tru 2 da game I could never forget I came from I'm the ghetto But I won't ever Cause I'm tru 2 da game, believe it real, keepin' it real Never sell out, can sell out Tru 2 da