Tru - TRU?'s lyrics

(Reporter) we're sittin here with C-Murder

(C-Murder) whasup

(Reporter) how are you doing?

(C-Murder) alright

(Reporter) so C tell me, how was your life as a

youngster

Ruthless, as a child, a juvenile

Ran with TRU, slanged in the meanwhile

Packin, specialize in jackin

Liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and others

Open shop, it's all about a come up

I'm in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up

Because I'm a gangsta sellin dope

Strapped with a gat when I role 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 killa, dope dealer, looking for some dollars

At 13 I bought a quarter key of powder

Rollin with my fingas on the trigga

Brother don't ya know you can't touch this nigga

A thug, convict, psycho, a criminal

Do you stay open, ganked for your yayo

Big and bad, no respect for the taz

([Reporter] C-Murder did you ever go to jail)

Hell yea, just servin niggas heroin

Runnin from the taz, hidin out by the sewers

I'm a TRU nigga (fuck em) puttin in work

I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherfuckin saints

shirt

Slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves

They get beat, ganked, broke and served (fuck em)

So you know who I am ho

A No Limit Soldier from the motherfuckin Calliope

([Reporter] hmm, I see, So you're very violent)

Always

([Reporter] okay, what would be the situation when you

so call

Rob someone)

Waitin, for the witness to leave

I'm bout to do some shit you wont 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 nigga got a spare key

Stuck it in slowly, so he wouldn't wake up

Infared, ready to blow the place up

Once inside no time for shakin

Lookin for the nigga and the dope I be taking

Get what you gonna get, nigga and ride

Or get 25 for a mothafuckin homicide

Move quickly but no stuntin

Ssssshhhh, I hear a motherfucka coming

Lights came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)

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

([Reporter] yes, as a matter of fact there is,

Have you ever been involved in like a murder or

homicide)

You mean a 1-8-7

(yea)

There da nigga house goes, but don't pernt

Cut the lights out so I can case the jerk

Two niggas on the couch smoking and a hoe

I think Master P was on the muthafuckin radio

Niggas wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th ward

He shoulda known killin niggaz makes my dick hard

(are you sick)

Yea, and I'm cunnin

Told young Silkk to leave the car runnin

Walked in, said bitch lay it down

I'm not 8-ball, but them niggaz got clowned

Hurry up mothafucka (I'll kill ya) don't lag

I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your fuckin cash

Foo got brave and went for a sawed off

So I shot em all, took their mothafuckin heads off

I'm TRU (No Limit) and I'll serve ya

Down in New Orleans it's just another murda

Back in the L-zone, Silkk 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 bout it you see, nobody better than me

I give a shout out to my nigga Eazy-E

(is all that real)

I don't lie, rest in peace Eazy

See you on the otherside (ya heard me)