Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
This is for all the gand's ou there
We bout it bout it
And g ettes i ainand't forget about yand'all uuuugggghhhh
Gold look like this here
Today i have a half an ounce
Tomorrow iand'll have a key
And if you tryinand' to get some ice cream
Wonand't you call me or wonand't you beep me
Looked out the window
It must be the giggidy first of the month
Cause everybody in the ghetto is smilinand' and dressed up
Little kids havinand' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkinand' up, talkinand' bout its all good
See iand'm a g, ????? i got that 2 for 3
And yand'all a know that i slang, that i-c-e
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like v-90, master p, boz, and big man
My little homies posted up
Some hang, hang, and some slanginand'
Others gang banginand'
Iand'm tryinand' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay tru to the game, and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause i done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
And servinand' fiends, a-1 yola
And still tryinand' stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And stayinand' tru to the game, is a part of life
And if you donand't player, you might lose your life
-chorus-
Tru 2 da game, tru 2 da game
Ainand't nothinand' changed but my bank account
Iand'm still the same
[silkk the shocker]
Tryinand' to have things major, they canand't fade me
Cash the chips like casino
Today iand'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino
My girl be fussinand', she be tussinand', constantly bugginand'
Askinand' me why i be hustlinand'
I got money to make, so motherfuck it
Iand'm a keep it real, if it kills me
Yand'all gonna feel me before iand'm done
Ball till i have it all, i want the whole while
If not, i donand't want none
Why i hang with the same oland' niggas
Thatand's what they ask me
I be like, iand'm the same oland' nigga
But and'stead, right now, i gets my sacks free
I gots to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckinand' mail
Iand'll be a rich ass nigga, yand'all gonna be visitinand' me in the jail
I gots to ball, canand't fall, gotta have things major
If you donand't believe me, next year round this time
Its silkk up on his pager (then ask me)
-chorus-
[big ed]
Bustas canand't see me, they blind
I claim tru, i thought you knew
My foes catch elbows, cause iand'm on em like a tattoo
Man iand'm layinand' low like the eyes of a danked out china man
Stayinand' gangstafied
While iand'm tryinand' to make a million
But politicians run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop
This
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But i gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this
-chorus-
[mr. serv-on]
Now i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord that my momma will never weep
And let her live in peace and stop spendinand' a hundred gand's up in her sleep
When will it stop
I guess when they leave me lyinand' on the block
With tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughinand' at crooked cops
I guess iand'm doinand' what i gotta do
As long as i stay tru, until they put me through
I know its a shame, thingsand'll never change
I hope i live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
Iand'm tru 2 da game
-chorus-
[master p]
Still the same
Master p, the whole tru click (yand'all gonna feel this)
Tru to the gizame (tru to da hood)
Money canand't change you, it just can make you
(never forget where i came from)
No limit records, down south hustlers (independent black owned)
And the west coast bad boyz
And i told yand'all, i can drop something anytime i want to
Yand'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they ainand't tru 2 da game
I could never forget where i came from
Iand'm from the ghetto
But i wonand't ever change
Cause iand'm tru 2 da game, believe that
Keepinand' it real, keepinand' it real
Never sell out, can never sell out
Tru 2 da gizame
