What They Call Us?

I swore (ya heard) That I'd never rap about another nigga on a record (That's what stayin tru 2 da game is all about) That I'd never borrow from another nigga, aha And I'd never work for the white man (never) Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru nigga Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz Got more game than the average On the street I'm a savage Trying to flip this motherfuckin cornbread into cabbage Ain't got no time for no motherfuckin bustas My old lady want clustas I'm out here with hustlas Flippin change into dollas Got the money and the power Got fiends walking up, beepin me Every motherfucking hour But this gotti, going through change Got me sittin, thinking to myself I'm in this game and I'm twisted I'm having psycho thoughts Peelin my motherfucking neck apart But that'd be some hoe shit I get down for my skrilla Cause I'm a killa And if I kill my ownself ? Hoe nigga Real about my paper Tryin to slip some vapor Get some skrilla But these niggas wanta undertake you Undercut you with these fiends Try to serve your cream And when you ain't lookin Try to hit you with that laser beam Some nigga you was tru to Punk motherfucker try to get me, he'll get you Suckas don't live on these streets I'm from the ghetto Grew up on eggs and luncheon meat And not niggas tellin me fuck the hogs When your best friend play you like a fucking dog But I don't trust nobody but my tru niggas I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas Silkk, c-murder, and master p If it ain't blood nigga, it might be your enemy Cause we try to teach niggas to be real But that's the same niggas that'll get you with that steal I mean I taught y'all niggas that never in the game What y'all done missin My ghetto heroes is dead and gone and well missin Plus suckas, hatas, imitators, want be Motherfucking regulators But y'all cowards End a nigga, kill a nigga when he ain't lookin And nigga shoot a motherfucker when he ain't watchin Now who stoppin y'all suckas I swore to be a man, killa But y'all niggas just don't understand That the ghetto is so wicked These hoes wanta kick it But these bitches addicted to money and paper Lay you on the stretcher, like a bitch Then rape ya Bill clinton be the president But bitch I never voted I'm out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent Y'all real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game) Making money, staying true, and still in it Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz They call us killas and drug dealers What the fuck do they know Want us to jump when they say jump Just cause they done said so Fuck that, I keep my hand on my chrome gat And if it's on, let it be on If it's on, let it be on black Cause see my whole world is evolved around rounding up A fucking tight hoe I'm like a time bomb I be cool one second, but you'll never know when I might explode Shit, how you gonna look through my? with no gun Only thing I have in this world are my balls and word And i'ma brake those for no one Niggas want me to fail, some niggas want me to fall It's like me against the world My back up against the wall When money come, that's precisely, it's all coming See they don't respect the company cuase it's black If it was owned by peeps that was white, everybody be runnin See in order to survive, I stick to ghetto tactics I keep my?, get tighter than rush hour traffic See? wanna know what make silkk's Mind tick, my mind click, at the sight of blood (why's that) Cause ain't no love up in this bitch See niggas be trippin, I cooks my rocks But y'all be on the outside lookin in That's why we killas Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz I beez a tru nigga till I'm dead If I die, bury me But bitch I'm a four-five, I mean my 9 I'm on a? to killing and drug dealing I'm under surveilance, they tapped my phone But they ain't feelin me Cause if them fedz only knew They'd probably to jail And lock me up with no bail This murderistick click that I hang with Is sick and ready to hop into some gangsta shit Who we be, we be some tru niggas With tru across our stomach and countin legal drug money Nationwide, but runnin this underground With kl, mo b, craig b, beats by the pound Fuck with one, you fuck with us all You get kidnapped if you a? Leave your blood up on the wall No limit be sick Sick like the movie From new orleans to california Bring you bitch and sure I'm on her My record sales increase every week So fuck the police that keep stoppin me, jealous Some say we dealers, some say we killers They didn't ask one thing We be some tru niggaz Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz Some say we dealers, they call us killas Who we be Tru niggaz Representin from new orleans to richmond, california To the midwest to the world nigga Tru nigga