Tru Lyrics

Tru Lyrics

"TRU?'s Lyrics"

The Water: IV: FU/I'm Sorry Lyrics
You gave me this home and then you left me alone FUCK YOU You act real nice while you're exacting your price FUCK YOU Everyone's got their opinions They'll tell ya 'bout 'em all the time What makes 'em think i wanna hear them I wish that you'd all fucking die, die, DIE! You don't give a shit about anything FUCK YOU I don't know why you even bother to live FUCK YOU Everyone's so pathetic Always ta

(Reporter) we're sittin here with C-Murder
(C-Murder) whasup
(Reporter) how are you doing?
(C-Murder) alright
(Reporter) so C tell me, how was your life as a youngster

ruthless, as a child, a juvenile
ran with TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
packin, specialize in jackin
liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and others
open shop, it's all about a come up
I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up
because I'm a gangsta sellin dope
strapped with a gat when I role through the Calliope
bad ass, I never listened to my brother
it went in one ear and out the fuckin other
pushin rocks on the block watch the undercover
fuck a dick suckin bitch, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a killa, dope dealer, looking for some dollars
at 13 I bought a quarter key of powder
rollin with my fingas on the trigga
brother don't ya know you can't touch this nigga
a thug, convi
Like A Tall Thin Girl Lyrics
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants. I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want. I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat when I saw her framed in the kitchen door. She looked good enough to eat. (And I mean eat.) She was a tall thin girl. She looked like a tall thin girl. She said, ``Whose is this carry-out?'' My face turned chilli red. Well, I don't know about carrying out,
ct, psycho, a criminal
do you stay open, ganked for your yayo
big and bad, no respect for the taz
([Reporter] C-Murder did you ever go to jail)
hell yea, just servin niggas heroin
runnin from the taz, hidin out by the sewers
I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in work
I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints shirt
slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves
they get beat, ganked, broke and served (fuck em)
so you know who I am ho
a No Limit Soldier from the motherfuckin Calliope

([Reporter] hmm, I see, So you're very violent)
always
([Reporter] okay, what would be the situation when you so call
rob someone)

waitin, for the witness to leave
I'm bout to do some shit you wont believe
creep like a G to the back of the house
look in
all the lights were out
grabbed the door and it was locked G
but fuck that shit, a nigga got a sp
Un Muchacho Como Ese (A Boy Like That) Lyrics
un muchacho como ese un muchacho como ese un muchacho como ese, como ese un muchacho como ese un muchacho como ese, como ese un muchacho como ese, como ese un muchacho como ese, matara a tu hermano Olvida eso muchacho y conoce un otro Uno de tu propias bondadoso Un muchacho como ese, como ese un muchacho como ese te dara tristeza Tu encontra uno otro muchacho manana Uno de tu propias bondadoso Un much
re key
stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt wake up
infared, ready to blow the place up
once inside no time for shakin
lookin for the nigga and the dope I be taking
get what you gonna get, nigga and ride
or get 25 for a mothafuckin homicide
move quickly but no stuntin
ssssshhhh, I hear a motherfucka coming
lights came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
out the door with the dope that I got
over the wall, don't fall
check my dope cause this was a close call
getting robbed by the C is a lesson
so, is there any more questions

([Reporter] yes, as a matter of fact there is,
have you ever been involved in like a murder or homicide)
you mean a 1-8-7
(yea)

there da nigga house goes, but don't pernt
cut the lights out so I can case the jerk
two niggas on the couch smoking and a hoe
I think Master P was on the muthafuckin radio
niggas wanna fight whe
A New Day Lyrics
We see eye to eye, but the peices don't fit We put things aside, we take a hit They say patience is a virtue, but what are we gaining from this I guess sometimes this just isn't true Grab hold of me, lets take a jump and see where we fall In a new day hopefully A day where we can see past these walls that we put up To trip, to fall What's left behind Lets get up not look back Lets see what we find To trip, to fall
I was chillin in the 9th ward
he shoulda known killin niggaz makes my dick hard
(are you sick)
yea, and I'm cunnin
told young Silkk to leave the car runnin
walked in, said bitch lay it down
I'm not 8-ball, but them niggaz got clowned
hurry up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) don't lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash
foo got brave and went for a sawed off
so I shot em all, took their mothafuckin heads off
I'm TRU (No Limit) and I'll serve ya
down in New Orleans it's just another murda
back in the L-zone, Silkk drive on
threw the gun in the river and hauled on
I'm not like Robin Hood,
cause I want more, rob from the rich,
sell dope to the poor
No Limit is bout it you see, nobody better than me
I give a shout out to my nigga Eazy-E
(is all that real)
I don't lie, rest in peace Eazy
see you on the otherside (ya heard me)