True

[big ed]
Here i come slidin, slippin past security
Tip to the toe, big ed is in the house and now you know that
I'm bout to get funky like halitosis
Can i get a hoe to keep this playa focused
Cause i'm a keep the party jumpin
Aint no need for funkin, why don't you grab a freak or somethin
So i can trip the honey bouncin like a pogo stick
Cause i'm on hit and cant no nigga get with this
Cause i'm two double zero lbs's ride
Six to the four, hit like dynamite
You wanna hop like a rabbit
Givin em like a rap
After the show i toss these hoes like a salad
I'm just chillin, checkin out the plot
Scopin the spot to see which freak be hot
For me, what do you know i got four of em
Give em all equal time cause i don't love em
I got this big fat trojan full of chocolate
Ready to fill you up so come and take a lick
Yeah, so let's keep it on the downlow
So catch me on the upstroke and keep it on the low pro

[master p]
Ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is the shit
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is the shit
Ain't no players like them t-r-u players cause them t-r-u players is the
Shit

Fool i got more rhymes then freaknit got hoes
Fool i got more hoes then the o got vogues
You know i'm low like a lac, funky like a sac
Cause i'm a mack, i know you can't fade me black
You think your old lady's coming home, whatever
Cause i got more dick then clark and van dyke put together
And that'll keep a hoe forever
Big ed short change a honey, naaah, never
And you can check my credents
Cause any time spent with me is time well spent
I hit the jackpot like a casino
Make you nut twice, goin deep like dan marino
I flow smooth like a drano
Explode like a volcano
I'll be hittin that ass on the floor and yo
Then the bitch be tryin to kiss me
Layin with they man, they reminisce and they miss me
See i'm a playa that be tru
T-r-u be them real niggas, i thought ya knew
So let me freak this, kick this with my flow
Here we go, here we go, here we go

[master p]
If ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is the shit
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is the shit
Ain't no players like them t-r-u players cause them t-r-u players is the
Shit

[big ed]
I rock from richmond, california to richmond, virginia
Never ever scared of funk because i hop when i was in ya
Enter, hit your chest like a fender bender
So close your eyes fool, cause your the grand prize winner
And anywhere i go i got that nine
Got more straps then pippen and maxwell combined
So everything is all fine
You gotta have yours, i gotta have mine
So let's fly like a jet, are you with me? hell yeah
Now buckle up cause you gots to be prepared
Now i'm a take you on a funky tru mission
You gots to pay attention so listen
I'm a keep it off on and keep your funk
You know big ed has just what you want
So conjunction junction, what's your function
Just like fire marshall bill, let me show you somethin
Can't you see what you do to me
When your on your knees sucking me baby
You know it, i'm a g and you a g
So all other g's repeat after me

[master p]
If ya don't know, now ya know
If you don't know now ya know
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is the shit
Ain't no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party is the shit
And ain't no hustlers like them richmond hustlers
Cuase them richmond hustlers don't take no shit
And ain't no hustlers like them new orleans hustlers
Cause them new orleans hustlers don't take no shit
And ain't no niggas like them t-r-u niggas
Cause them t-r-u niggas don't take no shit
If ya don't know, now ya know

[master p]
Yeah an i'm here to see king george
Is y'all gonna let that fool outta jail

[tobin casten]
Sit down just for that i'm gonna give that nigga 20 to life
Burn nigga burn

[king george]
Chillin' in the courthouse stuck in jail
Time movin' slow, just like a snail
Hand-cuffed to the rail, delt a bad deal
Quiet in the court when the judge said bail
Caught up in the system can't get loose
Mow wear jump suit and black stained boots
25 went to hell, that's what i get
No i don't smoke but i can go for a cigarette
Another black man in the cell doing time
My name's on my chest number 6639
If i gotta die, king george ain't scared
With a bald head, i be better of dead

Chorus 4x

3 strikes and they tryin' to give a nigga life
My man is still in jail

[king george]
Don't stress on me, keep the money on the book
Any fool cross me mother fucker gettin' took
It's all going down, blame it on the white man
Spike in my hand, king george with a chain gang
Moving right ahead you heard what i said
You not gettin' paid, you wondering why you dead
In your blue jeans , mother fucker wanna know how i get mine
Don't do the crime if you can't do the hard time
Strapped down through a t with a sharp knife
I never seen more niggas in my whole life

Chorus x4

[king george]
God damn, what they got you for man

[master p]
Aww man shit, burglary, armed robbery, 187
Fuck it aww, assault and battery on the police
You know what i'm sayin', man shit
Man this snitch got me right, this snitch ratted on me man
I was like on cut boulevard, this nigga named roy he seen me
I had the dope you know what i'm sayin'
I took the dope from the bitch, then this white lady came
I hit her in her head, dropped the bitch in the car
Chopped her fingers off man then i fled up that
And they caught me up in east oakland man
Man shit, i ain't trippin' though dogg
Shit i'm a soldier like you , see this blue arm band i got on
Nigga i'm on santa rita, i'm on the side with the killas
I'm joseph wilson nigga
I ain't here with them hoes or the rest of them old hoe ass niggas man
Shh shh be quiet man here come the captain here come the captain

[tobin casten]
Listen up, when i read your name off the list
You gonna know where you gonna be at in the morning
Robert jordan, your going to the pen. son
King george, your going up the river for a very long time
And joseph wilson, yeah man your going to traffic court son

[master p]
Aww nah that ain't me man
Look, they got me confused, i'm going to the pen.
Say king man i'm

[master p]
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ???
Livin' like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ???
Livin' like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ???
Livin' like a killer
More mail than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chrome glock and a ???
Livin' like a killer

[c-murder]
God damn, i'm lookin' at my picture in the paper
I know i shot the bitch, but you know i didn't rape her
Called up moms to get the whole low down
Said leave town, the feds kicked the door down
Reaching for my indo and lookin' out the window
I know i should've burnt that bitch with the pinto
Watchin' my back cause you get what you give
And niggas who kill ain't got long to live
But i really can't trip off a 187
I done smoked so many, close to 11
Cause i'm in the shit deep, i can't even sleep
Can't wait for 12 o'clock for a late night creep
Don't take me to jail, i'm a 2 time loser
The cops wanna trip, i'm a have to get my ruger
Got bullet-proof windows on my gold-plated lexus
Need to take a trip, got a cousin in texas
Sellin' dope for awhile so you know i got ends
About 40 g's only got 3 friends
Smith & wesson and 9 millimeter
Always wanna see ya, and dying just to see ya
To all you og's on the run, yo i feel ya
Cause life ain't easy when you livin'like a killer

[master p]
Livin' like a killer, or should i say dope dealer
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection

[c-murder]
Livin' day after day, so fuck the future
You let your guards down and a nigga might do ya
Just like the pen. everybody can't win
If you fall on your face than a nigga goin' in
Don't cross that line or ya might get choked
Fuck what your sayin' you can keep your smoke
In jail or not i'm a handle my shit
You wanna act like a hoe so i'm a treat you like a bitch
Down with no limit so you know i got clout
Quick to get the gat and put some wire in your mouth
First degree murder, pre-medi-tated
An unsolved death that's drug related
I guess you could say that crime's my hobby
Aggrivated assault and a massacre robbery
Can't see my face cause my life ain't healthy
Man that crack just make me wealthy
Got ends and ends from the dope i deal ya
If i come up short than i gots to kill ya

[master p]
That's the life of a killer
Or should i say dope dealer
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection
Ain't no glock like the one i got
Some people like smith & wesson
Ain't no glock like the one i got
I pack my heat for protection

(c-murder)
Sometimes i think the lord is testing me
Don't want to go to jail
I'm tired of getting arrested g
I know i'm spitting when i'm sell crack
But to a young nigga like me
A g ain't no turning back
Trying to settle down is hopeless
When a nigga and a old lady and a baby
I can't cope with it
A chance is something that i never had
I'm standing on this corner
I got my rocks in a skittles bag
Can't make a move without my boy
I wear a bulletproof vest
And watch my back because i'm paranoid
You know the ghetto is a trap
I'm not tupac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
Raise like a criminal but born a bastard
Visions of a jail or a grave
A closed clasket
Reminizing about my murder friends
But i'm proud of selling drugs
Providing my family with these dividends
My nose bad nigga like a rock star
Tired of swolling dope
Everytime i see a cop car
Can't leave this spot
Till all my fuckin crack gone
Six rocks never asked the lord to let me make it home
Cause i'm a nigga on the run
If you talk that shit
I'm going to have to get my damn gun
Cause i can't take no chances
Either me or you going to die
I guess that will be your last dance

Chorus (master p)
Your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
Fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, i mean blood's spill
On the wall

(master p)
Blood on my palm
And i pack a glock
For these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot

(mia x)
But mia x got your back p
Cause ain't no bitch nor these kince
Aren't ever going to fade me

(master p)
And if you step to us killers
Then you dead
Cause i sleep with a hk
Tre-8 then missed it in for red

(mia x)
Another braud ass nigga
On this back then if it is on your mind
Then we got this second line in for you

(master p)
In for you
What about you and you
Don't fuck with my crew
Cause i'll do your hoe too
Bust caps on whoever, whenever, however, whereever

(mia x)
So the crowd better start ducking
Cause these no limit tru soldiers
Still ain't finish fuckin busting

(master p)
Won't leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. serv-on got life insurance
And i'm bout it bout it

(mia x)
Now don't talk about the way we do this
And bitches think they prepared to do this
Prepare to eat some bullets

(master p)
So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth
Ain't no butterflying on the floor
But may you rest in peace

Chorus

(c-murder)
I'm waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasn't a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
Another victim of the dope game
That nigga tried to rob me off my heroin and coccaine
A lot of pride
A lot of heart
So how you figure
My rep was on the line
Of course i had to kill that nigga
Crepped up on him playing basketball
Rolled down the window
And i shot that bitch with my soud off
I'm kind of crazy you can't get me
A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me
I'm bout the dope pushing money grope
Just got out of jail
And already back slanging dope
My daddy wasn't there for me g
And my mom left me in the house abonded at the age of three
So don't ask me why i'm heartless son
Cause i was raised by some killers
So i guess i gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
Murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather
My girl said i won't live long
I'm sick because i itilize scarface and al kapone
Won't none of these niggas don't understand me
Master p, king george, and silkk and cali g
So don't fuck with tru man
And if you do
This will be your last dance

Chorus

Now let's take you to a motherfuckin' commercial

[master p]
At the red light, four niggas deep
I'm in the benz, i see 'em watchin' me
I ain't trippin' so i play it off
Like i'm fixing my mirror
But i'm going for the sawed-off
I told sonya-c to wake up
She jumped up mad sayin'

[sonya c]
What the fuck is up

[master p]
Car full of the dank smoke
Ed said

[big ed]
P man let's show these niggas we ain't no joke

[master p]
It's time to get this shit on
Which one you gonna shoot

[sonya c]
It doesn't matter homes

[master p]
I said fuck it
Rolled down the window, and left 'em like ???
Four niggas cold dead in the other car
Pop pop yeah, now what the fuck you saw
Cause i ain't one on a trip with a ski-mask
It's just a mother fuckin' message, watch your ass

Chorus: tru

Watch your motherfuckin' ass nigga
Watch your motherfuckin' ass
Watch your motherfuckin' ass bitch
Watch your motherfuckin'

[master p]
Now back to out motherfuckin' program bitch

[big ed]
Most fools be tripping swaring that they got your back
But so so funk sure they running faster then flo jo
Like a hoe and now his boy is like hung out, strung out
Shots rang out, the jackers left him laid out
Now you decide to come back after them fools leave
Scream your boys name, tugging on his buddies sleeve

[silkk]
Couldn't understand it, took it for granted
Left for gone when he panicked
You can hear his mom cry as his body hit the canvas
A six tre rolled up with the lights dim
Then he broke, in his voice bullet meant for him
Suckers be bouncin' when the funk flow
But if you rolling with me there's one thing that i gots to know

Chorus 2x

Would you take a bullet for your homie
I got trust up in myself cause most these fools are living phony

[big ed]
The b-i-g e-d is going out like a g
And my partners behind the triggers are on the side of me
So if it falls out, brothers i'm going all out
So tell my mom i love her if the game takes me out
Cause i'm real for the tru
My love is running deep for the family i would die for you
Big ed is scared of dying yo that's sort of true
But i would rather die then to let somebody kill you
Cause i know my nina be singing busting caps on nizzide
Tizzide, homocide on them bustas
Be the only thing that will make me feel all right
I'm down to go i know these suckas are aiming for my chest
Be aware of my smith and his partner wes
But if i'm gone g i guess i have to go g
Just pour some liquor on the curb and remember me
The b-i-g e-d, the real o.g.
The ace that laid down and took a bullet for his homie

Chorus 3x

[silkk]
Would you take a bullet now let's just face the facts
There may be consiquences, uh, and you may not be coming back
So before all that on the line think about them times
And if the bullet was for me would you take mine
And for my homies, we drank, threw up, grew up and played together
We goin' die, we goin' get shot but we goin' stay together
A pint of gin as i reminisce on my ace deuce
A real g that laid it all down for his crew
I could still see it just as plain as day
Lying in the street before we die that what he said
Told me to stay strong and give his mom a kiss
Rip, definately goin' be missed
So for all my homies i did dirt and put in work
I'll take a bullet for you homie even though it'll hurt

Chorus 2x

[big ed]
Silkk would you die for me, i'd die for you fool
Lay it all down for the t-r-u crew
That's how it's gonna be

[silkk]
No that's how it's gotta be
I got love for my folks because my folks got love for me
A g, see, the youngest in the crew
Tatoo across my stomach got t-r-u
When i'm rollin' up on them b's with my g's i'm never tripping

[big ed]
Big ed is on your side with that nine

[silkk]
And the pippen

[big ed]
The kamakaze, these suckers really don't know me, the o.g.
Rolling with king george, cally g, and master p
And uh, c-murder, silkk, the real untouchables
Down to die for all but much quicker to bust a hoe
Now you know that's for show are you a real g

[silkk]
You say you a kill but would you take a bullet for your homie

Chorus 2x

[master p]
Yeah yeah fool check this out though
The game ain't even the same anymore man
The game gettin' thick you know what i'm sayin' nigga
Its gettin' to thick that means it time to get out
You know what i'm sayin', it ain't even cool though partner
I gotta say rip to kevin miller my little brother man
I'm gonna see you in the cross-fire fool
Plan b, gangsta earl, my little partner vernell
Y'all goin' be missed though man
This defenately for all you players out there you know what i'm sayin'
I know y'all out there rollin' one of those big fat ass phillies
You know what i'm sayin'
Getin' high, rollin' with your partners
You could be rollin' with a bitch you know what i'm sayin'
You should look that motherfucker in the eye you know what i'm sayin'
Ask that motherfucker is he down for you, is he tru to the game
In other words, would he take one of them 44's you know what i'm sayin'
One of them mack 10's, one of them tre 8's or somethin' like that
You know, is he willing to die for the cause

[master p]
Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper chase
Young silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey

[silkk the shocker]
Seems it's a trip what niggas 'll do
For a grip in this day and age
See i be tryin' to get paid and
Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in somethin' tight
Like the coupe that's dropped
Have them niggas starin' while they glarin'
When i hit tha block(woo shit)
On my way to check me a motherfuckin' grip
It's about that time
I got my hand upon my nine
Plus my money be on my mind
Stay away from these niggas
That be shady like a tree
I try to show 'em love
And get ta thinkin' they can be me
But a nigga i'll blast you
If i have to(why?)
Because cash rules(damn)

[chorus]
[silkk] x2
Another day another dollar
I'm all about that money an power
And if ya feel me then holla
If you can't you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that i make
It's a day another dolla
Another dolla another day

[master p]
Dolla dolla
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all...x3
Dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all

[silkk the shocker]
Bitch i'ma g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall away
(talkin' gangsta shit)
And still cross-over like hardaway
I do more pimpin' than scottie
A nigga fuckin' violent,
Plus i'm silent, so you know a nigga a 'bout it
(whassup, whassup)
And some of these niggas show
They don't understand
Cause if i don't die or
Go to the pen(uh huh)
Shit huh, i'ma be tha man(damn)
And i be quick to hop in
Some gangsta shit(like that)
See if i had a quarter
For ever nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, i be rich
Kinda had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With my clique right behind me
Nigga you know, just where to find me
Just tryin' to get a buck,
Comeup on the cut before the taz hit
But i been in this game so long
Shit, i done mastered it
By any means
The more fiends, the more green i have
I just kick back
And watch them, go out and get tha cash
And then i laugh(ha ha ha ha)
I'm just all about my paper

[chorus]

[silkk the shocker]
I stay tru to tha ghetto
Even if i make a mill'
Cause that's the only place i can go
When i'm broke and i keeps it trill
You besta believe
How i be about my mail(what?)
Whether it be sun out,
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
You know i gots to, watch my back
And be 'for shure black
(they can't fuck with you)
Beacause it's a proven fact(what?)
That some of these hoes jack(tell 'em)
I stay posted and be major
They trip
Cause how can i have a grip
And only be a teenager
You know they can't fade me
But they will try(nah they can't fuck with you)
Even though i wear a vest
And two straps you know i'ma still die(damn)
But until then i'm 'bout my paper black
Cause ain't no turnin' back
And ain't no savin' that(savin' that)
Can't take nothin' with me
So i guess i'll be a dead g
And ain't need for cryin' over me

[chorus]

[master p]
Heh, young silkk
T-r-u, heh, we 'bout that money
Tha paper chase you know what i'm sayin'
Breakin' bread, it's all real
We all 'bout tha motherfuckin'
Dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage
Or whateva the fuck you wanna call it

Mobbin thru my hood

(master p)
Uh huh, all y'all tru playaz get ya handz in the air
Let's mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out

(chorus)
Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good

Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good

(king george)
Rollin thru richmond in my six-fo'
Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues
Called master p to get tha scoop
Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu
I ain't goin back to tha staff of chief
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets
Watch how i mash on this white chump
Front back side 2 side on a speed bump
I say,"gotta come n get me." with a 350
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway
Six deep in the car goin sideways

Chorus

(silkk)
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but i'm feelin kinda tipsy
I see my future as a gypsy
I see tha picture but it aint all clear
But i know one thing, i'm not supposed to be here
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city
Seems c-murder told me to come get him, so you know i had to floss
Almost got shortstopped by a cop, so i had to hide my glock
Pull down my beanie, so he can't see me, disappear like a genie
Cuz it's a everyday thangs where i hangs
At the rich where i livez, at tha place where i slangs
At mobb'n thru tha east bay, each day
R-i-c-h-m-o-n-d, to tha ca
Where tha playaz be hangin,
But i can't ride slow cuz my hood
Aint 9-0-2, 1 to tha 0.
And i be puttin in work, mobb'n thru da hood,
Have my deez spinnin like the earth (*3x fading*)

Chorus

(big ed)
Comin up in the rich', rollin up through the darkness
Grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless
Ease on down tha yellow brick road
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload
Cause all that they got luv for me
Cash is more important than the ricm's
Now as i flex and floss floss it and flex it
Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection
Let's see where your heart is at
But mine is in right exact tha g-spot
Cause i got the click that fools can't get
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness
My team is cali c, that makes it quick to handle my business
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see

Chorus

C-murder mobb'n thru da hood, a young g like me ballin
Top down, i can hear them hoochies callin
Wanna get with me, wanna do me
But i ain't trippin so fire up the doobie
I thank god, i'm not in a casket
Just the other day, another brother got blasted
Comin up, tryna get bigger
But i ain't goin down, like mary j, i get richer

Chorus

Master p ya, master p, that tru click
No limit records, mobb'n thru da hood
Like that 500 scl
Watch them vogue tires smoke fool..