T-bone - Tru 2 Life Playaz lyrics

[Verse 1] Kinda like tha mafia if you ask me, who's that? All of them ridas from ORC, why's that? 'Cause we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes And preach to street bikers or convicts in rockers There never ain't no telling what we gonna do 'Cause when you think we through, we come back and bless you Doing another hit, ain't no stopping me and my gang Boneybone Corleone from the MTV to cut fame Same rapper and same rider, Westsider Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter, that's real Now throw in the sky if you down with me I represent that organized rhyme family Family tree consist of demon k**as, reaching drug dealers And top billas making scrilla, living in white villas Using guerrilla tactics to reach Crips and Bloods And all the thugs that are looking for love [Hook] We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for the Creator With more game from the bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for the Creator With more game from the bay than the Oakland Raiders [Verse 2] From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangers Where rap singers low ride and rap about 'em colored bandannas Ducking from one time, California sunshine Projects and streets infested with thugs that are doing major crimes Prime time couldn't paint a better picture Best beware of them locs and O.G.'s before them thugs hit ya 'Cause where we from it's straight scandalous, Los Angeles Ain't too many players or riders that can handle us Slugs flying in every direction you look Got homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hooked Ain't this a shame, that's why me and my gang preachin' Like deacons to Bloods, Crips, Latinos, and Puerto Ricans Every weekend we be speakin' and preachin', teachin' How we need to be reachin' tha heathens, sleepin' while the devil's creepin' Meetin' to put these s**ers' names on contracts And lift up and raise up the King of Kings like a car jack [Hook] We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for the Creator With more game from the bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for the Creator With more game from the bay than the Oakland Raiders [Verse 3] We makin' moves like a U-Haul Playa haters don't get it twisted like RuPaul We don G's and family, that stick together like Siamese Twins and Chinese steam rice from Chang Lee's I'm the Bone Corleone with Lucky Luciano Danny Brasco and Mr. Kevin Blanco E-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua And my little patna that we be calling Jimmy Hoffa Can't forget about Chase Gigante 'cause when I rhyme say He makes them beats bomb bay, hot like picante This is the clique that I be talking about And if you ain't down with us, then back up before you get clowned [Hook] We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for the Creator With more game from the bay than the Oakland Raiders We's them rhyme sayers, tru 2 life playaz Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for the Creator With more game from the bay than the Oakland Raiders (Repeat)