What's up ^!$$%s?
I told y'all it's about to be on, ^!$$%

We drop %#@! anytime we want to huh
Fell this ^!$$%
It's real (explosion)






Flippin' the the game
^!$$%s that got that 'cane

Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my ^!$$%s gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2-11s

187 Khadafi, murder
Puttin' ^!$$%s in six foot mother$#&@in' gurters
If you $#&@ with this TRU clique

^!$$% you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap?
(No Limit runnin' this!)It's 'bout to be it

187 Khadafi
Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics
Still makin scrilla

Your neighborhood drug dealer
Ice cream slaingin'
Tattooed up real ^!$$%

In the rap game pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads

And spittin voodoo on the mother$#&@in' chichenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got ^!$$% choppin' game, I mean this rap %#@! in to dope

Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' %#@!
Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next ^!$$% to die in this rap game

or drop a hit on the wrong man?
'Cause they talkin' %#@! about other ^!$$%s
Now it's a war zone, in this rap game



But they can't stop us TRU ^!$$%s

They can't stop us TRU ^!$$%s
They can't stop us TRU ^!$$%s
They can't stop us TRU ^!$$%s



'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other ^!$$%s in line

With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
Running from the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up like SOLDIERS!

Down south huster, throwin' bolders
Ready to block like a football player
Got these 17 rounds FOR Y'ALL HATERS

So jump on this ghetto %#@! and come get this wicked %#@!
And jump up on this rap game and watch a ^!$$% spit
Killer, murder topics

Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it
Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin'
^!$$% down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax

Into traps
Got Beats by the Pound like ^!$$%s slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good

Got ^!$$%s bout it, From Baton Rouge to St. Louis
To Cincinnati
Got ^!$$%s lined up in Atlanta like addicts

Gotta have this gangster %#@!
This real %#@!
From this mother$#&@in' TRU clique

Ain't givin' up, living raw
And if we die, !#@* IT, sell my 'dro
To the next gangster ^!$$%

Rest in peace Easy-E., but I'm out here makin' SCRILLA!
So $#&@ y'all white laws
And y'all mother$#&@in'.....POLICE CARS!!

Comin' through with gangsters and killers
LONG like the mother$#&@in' drug dealer
'97 to 2000 A.D. little kids wanna be me
'Cause I'm bout it, I'm rowdy
The government and the press, them mother$#&@ers want me outtie

For runnin' my own %#@!
^!$$%s sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents
Break bread
Don't you know 15 percent of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker

So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop mother$#&@ers
And stay true to the gizzame
Be about your paper, ^!$$% $#&@ the fizzame
Third ward ^!$$%, runnin' the hill
It ain't no limit to this gangster %#@!, blunt smokes and keepin' it real


Y'all can't stop us TRU ^!$$%s
Y'all can't stop us TRU ^!$$%s
Y'all can't stop us TRU ^!$$%s
'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a millon more TRU ^!$$%s




(*##$ it be Slikk choppin' and kickin' %#@! like karate
Fast like a Mazzeroti
Crime boss like John Gotti

Look into their face, ^!$$%s afraid of me
Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me
'Cause I flow like water
Run %#@! like Ki-jana Carter
Tell 'em, I'mma be there watch like the French Quarter
Down for whatever
Bow down ^!$$% never

Buck like a Beretta
Wet you up like bad weather
Got fangs like a cobra
Now I got Range like a rover
You don't $#&@ with us whether you $#&@ed up like a hangover
From the city where busters lie
From the city where suckers die

Make way for P and Silkk, two of the baddest mother$#&@ers alive
(*##$ it's your time
!#$* I want the whole nine
Bust one line, and make ^!$$%s change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker
Yeah, I got them
It's TRU mother$#&@ers, and y'all can't stop us

And it's on