4ever Tru(ftmaster Pc-murdersilkk) Lyrics

4ever Tru(ftmaster Pc-murdersilkk) lyrics

[Mia X]
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma. 
Click tight, for life,
family ties. 
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga. 
All
for one and one for all, that's how we ball.

TRU, forever, that's my
family
We be's on top the cheddar pile
Wet you up like the
Nile
Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes 
Illustrated crimes, pucker
up, kiss my 9
Mia's kid sister, buckin misters and misses for
figures
Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya
It's the biggest mamma
showin love to my sons and brothers
And we gon blow the roof right off this
muthafucka
For the niggaz ridin with this TRU click, it ain't No Limit
To
my loyalty and strong arm authority
Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap
opera
Downtown hoes unload when the ??? choppers knock ya
Head off in a
split, put ya lips
Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment
For this
click, I don't mind dyin, takin a stand
In line, while bustin my 9
I'm
tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration
We ain't bout fakin
We
bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon
Takin no shorts and nothing
that'll do
I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever TRU

Chorus (4X) I be's
a TRU nigga till I'm dead (we bout it, bout it)
TRU soldiers ready to die
(and rowdy, rowdy)

[Master P]
Put one in the chamber or that plastic
glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
Gon off
dolja, a No Limit soldier
Got love for killas and dealas and I told
ya
But my homegirl is hella hard
Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin
large
Gangbangin on this dope set
Smoke any nigga, bitch a click, like a
cigarette
Now that's one to grow on
If you still bout it, bout it,
muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on
Cause we be bout killin, bout
murder
Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles
Hustlin hard to pay the
rent
Mamma cryin cause I know this don't make no fuckin sense
But I gotta
clock cheese, to get my Gs
To stake my keys, to make OZs
Work in the
project
An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack
TRU
niggaz stick together cause we ballin
One for all, if we
fallin

Chorus (4X)

[C-Murder]
I'm tatooed up (No Limit) and
TRU to the game
Steady mobb'n, you muthafuckas know my name
Down for
whatever at the drop of a dime
With my TRU niggaz cautious on my rhyme, pick
up my 9
Like that, but we be comin like this
Don't fuck with this click or
ya might get lynched
Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin
Due to
the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin
No hesitation, you layin a
stank
C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank
We stick
together like crazy glue
Ya'll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my
fickin crew
Bow down, and give No Lomit it's props
Gangsta rap pays the
bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks
Breakin bread with muthafuckin
ballas
P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers
They asked me would take
a bullet for ya homie
Ready to die for any stomach with a TRU tatoo on
it
Get more support than a city after a hurricane
Radios and videos, now
everybody know my name
We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew
No
Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU

Chorus (3X)

[Silkk]
4ever
muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew
Nigga, it's a must, it's a trust
If ya
tell me what aim, I'm a bust
See one by one, niggaz doin shows month by
month
We ain't nothin nice
TRU niggaz roll tight like fuckin
blunts
Fuck them bustas that lookin for us
Nigga, we ain't hard to
find
Fuck em, hidin, I'm probably makin a 500 SEL
With my convertible top
down
And my cellular phone just ridin
Mia told me, represent
Watch out
for niggas who muthafuckin phonies
Would you take a bullet for the
president?
Nah, but I'd take a bullet for my TRU homie
I thought you
knew, homie
Ya'll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas
We killas
and drugs dealas turned rappers
Everything I know
Been got in for murder
to muthafuckin kidnappin
Ya'll mad cause we hustle, ya'll ain't
Ya'll mad
cause ya'll can't stack bank
I'm actin bad for the tank
Ya'll do what
ya'll could, I'll do what ya'll can't
Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just
like dank
For everytime I'm puttin in work, add stripes to my rank
Nigga,
we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha
Nigga, if ya ball, I'm there for ya,
if ya fall
I'm gon catch ya
Cause I'm gon put it down for all my
hustlas
Who be nationwide ballin
TRU niggaz ain't fallin, we
callin
From California to New Orleans
Turn my back on my soldiers is
somethin I'll never do
Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I'm 4ever
TRU

Chorus and fade
(I thought you knew, Mia X, C-Murder, Master P,
Silkk the Shocker
4ever TRU, 4ever TRU, TRU, TRU, TRU...)