Counting down:
4 3 2 1
Chorus x8 (c-murder)
Tru n***as gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)
Verse 1: (c-murder)
Hit em' up, hit em' up, n***a i f** them hoes
I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go
And i walk with the league that's what gangstas do
And say where them dollars at? like gansta boo
And skee mask on the muthaf**en dash my n***a
Cause if you see me that's yo' muthaf**in' a** my n***a
And mr. magic got that chopper for yo' a** my n***a
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my n***a
I represent that 3 n***a, so f** what you claim
New orleans is the place where i slang my caine
Red rum, red rum n***a (n***a) look who tried to harm me
I told you muthaf**as no limit is the army (what?) (what?)
If i die, i'll never cry, see the hate in my eye
It's time to ride, muthaf**a bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you muthaf**as dont f** with tru,
It was a dumb move n***a, now i'm f**in wit you, biotch
(chorus x8)
Counting down:
(muthaf**a, muthaf**a) 4 3 2 1
Verse 2: (magic)
They got to k** me to get to you
Before they leave, i'ma have them b**hes black and blue, believe that
Muthaf**a you aint heard of us?
Tru til' i die, man we muthaf**in' murderous
>from the place where them hoes crazy, n***as shady
But i maintain, cause no one could ever fade me
Tru records is the next (what?) cause we the best (what?)
If you dont think so, then you could get the f** f**
I'm here to get you riders, so n***a what what
And i aint stopin' til we tear the f**in' club up
So where my n***as at? actin' f**in' fool
And where the b**hes at? show em' that bithces rule
I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath
Smoke your herb n***a and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their dance on
(chorus x8)
C-murder talking:
My n***a (my n***a)
(whats up?) ride or die muthaf**a
Tru records (you heard me?)
(whats up? whats up?) for the tru souljas tru n***as (you heard me?)
Honk your horn n***a, cause i'm comin' to pick you up magic
(whats up n***a? get real)
I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My n***a macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig?
My n***a g'boe, my n***a sam (the calliope) whats up n***a?
Crazy from ruff forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow)
All the muthaf**in' clubs playin' my sh**, you dig?
(you know that, you know that, the real sh**)
The west, marine, you dig? monte
Whats up ke'noe n***a? (deadly sounds)
Ha (what?) this sh** real out here boy,
We gonna ride or die, tru for life, you dig?
Pause, watch me out
Chorus x8 until fade