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Tru lyrics : "You Ain't Sayin' Nothin'"


Them TRU Boys Up In Here
Gonzilla Ain't Got Nothing On Me



You Ain't Sayin Nothing, ^!$$%, You Ain't Sayin Nothing



I'm the truth mother$#&@er I ball with Mike Bibby

I'm in the Calliope project you want me, then come get me
When ^!$$%z will jack you, them hoes got gats too
These kids walk around with golds and tattoos

J Prince, The King of The South, I just kept that (*##$ going
^!$$%z disrespect me and I make you stop growing
Boz he right here, Hot Boy he right here

The New No Limit, ^!$$% this is our year
We about money, cars, (*##$es, hoes
Kicking out windows and knocking down doors

I'm a hustler mother$#&@er, I can't work for the man
Put them birds in the van, and holla catch me if he can
They feeling me, my enemies mean-mug

Still walk up in the club and buy the bars up
Like What The What What, Get Beat the $#&@ Up
No Limit In This (*##$, You better shut the $#&@ up






They don't wanna play with me, they scared, ain't said nothing
We too deep up in the club, we waiting to start stunting

Jumping like you crazy, like ^!$$% you can't fade me
Tipsy on that remy, I'm ready to start blazing
Like holding the club down, dipping out with cha lady

Sprees on my Chevy, they spinning like changed faces

Movin through the hood, Choppin like I am racing

Boy say "He gone" but show me you can't hate me
Yeah this the year, so ^!$$%z just disappear
^!$$%z gonna expect it from me, I'm right chea

You drive, I'm right chea, My ^!$$%z, we right chea
Riding, Might Drop Em, don't wanna play round here
We about money, cars, broads, hoes

Kicking out windows and knocking down doors
A cup full of remy and a bottle of Mo
I light that dro when its time to smoke






South West Philly P's
Them sawed off stickers, snatch out ya weave

You can't see me through the tips on the range
It ain't about the money, (*##$ we got change


Gets ya hypnotic, Afficial, we bout it
Real ^!$$%z up in the club, we ain't smiling


Respect on our shirt, my shoes are P Miller
Find us on the block with thugs and drug dealers
The cuts on our diamonds is sharp as grease

It looks like the lights on our masterpieces

My team strong so we ready for whatever

Bad chicks wit us like we came here together
Later on, I might lace something
We in the club, hella deep, but your $$# wouldn't say something


Put your hood in the air, represent your city
Free C-Murder and wild out with me







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