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TRU?'s
1,792
Hip-Hop/Rap
TRU?'s was released on February 18, 1997 by Capitol Records as a part of the album Tru 2 Da Game
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Release DateFebruary 18, 1997
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C-Murder
C-Murder
Performer
Tru
Tru
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C-Murder
C-Murder
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(We're sitting here with C-Murder)
Wassup
(How you doing?)
Alright
(So C, tell me, how was your life as a youngster?)
[Verse 2]
Ruthless, as a child, a juvenile
Ran with TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
Packin', specialize in jackin'
Liquor store, dope dealers, brothers and others
Open shop, it's all about the come up
I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up
Because I'm a gangsta selling dope
Strapped with a gat when I roll through the Calliope
Bad ass, I never listened to my brother
It went in one ear and out the fuckin' other
Pushin' rocks on the block, watch the undercover
Fuck a dick, suckin' bitch, yo, I ain't no lover
I'm a killer, dope dealer, looking for some dollars
At thirteen I bought a quarter key of powder
Rollin' with my fingers on the trigger
Brother don't you know you can't touch this ****
A thug, convict, psycho, a criminal
Do you stay open, ganked for your yayo
Big and bad, no respect for the taz
(C-murder, did you ever go to jail)
Hell yeah
Just serving **** heroine
Runnin' from the taz, hidin' out by the sewers
I'm a TRU ****, puttin in work
I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin' Saints shirt
Slappin' all the friends gettin on my nerves
They get beat, ganked, broke and served
So, you know who I am, ho
A No Limit soldier from the motherfuckin' Calliope
[Verse 3]
(Hmm, I see, so you're very violent)
Always
(Okay, what would be the situation when you so-call rob someone)
[Verse 4]
Waitin' for the witness to leave
I'm 'bout to do some shit you won't believe
Creep like a G to the back of the house, look in
All the lights were out
Grabbed the door and it was locked, G
But fuck that shit, a **** got a spare key
Stuck it in slow so he wouldn't wake up
Infrared, ready to blow the place up
Once inside, no time for shakin'
Lookin' for the **** and the dope I be taking
Get what you gonna get, ****, and ride
Or get twenty five for a motherfuckin' homicide
Move quickly but no stuntin'
Shh, I hear the motherfucker coming
Lights came on so I shot
Out the door with the dope that I got
Over the wall, don't fall
Check my dope 'cause this was a close call
Getting robbed by the C is a lesson
So, is there any more questions?
[Verse 5]
(Yes, as a matter of fact there is)
(Have you ever been involved in like a murder or a homicide?)
You mean a 187?
(Yeah)
[Verse 6]
There da **** house go, but don't point
Cut the lights out so I can case the joint
Two **** on the couch smoking and a ho
I think Master P was on the motherfuckin' radio
**** wanna fight when I was chillin' in the Ninth Ward
He shoulda known killin' **** makes my dick hard
(Are you sick)
Yeah, and I'm cunning
Told young Silk to leave the car runnin'
Walked in, said bitch, lay it down
I'm not 8Ball but them **** got clowned
Hurry up motherfucker, (I'll kill you) Don't lag
I want your dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin' cash
Fool got brave and went for a sawed-off
So I shot 'em all, took their motherfuckin' heads off
I'm TRU, (No Limit) and I'll serve you
Down in New Orleans it's just another murder
Back in the L-zone, Silk, drive on
Threw the gun in the river and hauled on
I'm not like Robin Hood
'Cause I want more, rob from the rich, sell dope to the poor
No Limit is better, you see, nobody better than me
I give a shout out to my **** Eazy-E
(Is all that real?)
I don't lie
Rest in peace, Eazy, see you on the other side
Written by: C-Murder
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