C-murder - The Truest sh** lyrics

Chorus This be the truest sh** i ever said A n***a might wind up dead With money comes bad times These days you got to have a strong mind I grew up as a motherf**en thug An outkast couldn't do sh** but slang d** In and out of jail ain't no place to be I'm not short dog but i just want to be free Made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers Don't give a f** who i hurt You wonder why a n***a can't sleep man Because i got the blood of my dead brother on my hand A true n***a can't rest g Till these b**h a** get the f** from around me You sweat the tank but your not a real soldier Would you die for this sh** "no" p i told ya Your true to the game but your ain't true to me n***a be yourself you can't be me or p My veins pump no limit blood from day one n***a Ask big ed he put it on his only son Chorus 2x I got a few n***as want me dead Anticipating my d**h for the sh** i said Huh true soldiers true n***as Motherf**ing blood true love thugg figues b**h n***as be plotting on me Behind close doors n***as hola when you see me P said if you going to get'em Get'em shoot first and make sure you hit em I can't lose another tank dog One more dead and watch no limit go off Y'all ain't ready for war I leave n***as tripping off the sh** that they saw I known for taking n***as out in street murder one Muthaf**er check my rap sheet I thank p for taking me out the game Put the mike in my hand and gave me my name Chorus 2x