Tru - They Can't Stop Us! lyrics

[master p](talking) What's up n***as? I told y'all it's about to be on, n***a We drop sh** anytime we want to huh Fell this n***a It's real (explosion) [verse one] Flippin' the the game n***as that got that 'cane Murder mr. dopeman still in this rap game It's 1997, my n***as gone to heaven Rest in peace 2pac from master p, doin' 2-11s 187 khadafi, murder Puttin' n***as in six foot motherf**in' gurters If you f** with this tru clique n***a you gettin' your wig spilt Who run this gangster rap? (no limit runnin' this!)it's 'bout to be it 187 khadafi Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics Still makin scrilla Your neighborhood drug dealer Ice cream slaingin' Tattooed up real n***a In the rap game pushin' quarters Flippin' the water, from texas to florida Choppin' game to the knuckleheads And spittin voodoo on the motherf**in' chichenheads Down south hustlin', to the west coast Got n***a choppin' game, i mean this rap sh** in to dope Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' sh** Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques But who gon' be the next n***a to die in this rap game Or drop a hit on the wrong man? 'cause they talkin' sh** about other n***as Now it's a war zone, in this rap game (chorus) But they can't stop us tru n***as They can't stop us tru n***as They can't stop us tru n***as They can't stop us tru n***as [verse 2] 'cause if y'all k** one, they'll be a million other n***as in line With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all Running from the one time not mines Posted up, hostin' up like soldiers! Down south huster, throwin' bolders Ready to block like a football player Got these 17 rounds for y'all haters So jump on this ghetto sh** and come get this wicked sh** And jump up on this rap game and watch a n***a spit k**er, murder topics Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin' n***a down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax Into traps Got beats by the pound like n***as slaingin' sacks In the 'hood, up to no good Got n***as bout it, from baton rouge to st. louis To cincinnati Got n***as lined up in atlanta like addicts Gotta have this gangster sh** This real sh** >from this motherf**in' tru clique Ain't givin' up, living raw And if we die, f** it, sell my 'dro To the next gangster n***a Rest in peace easy-e., but i'm out here makin' scrilla! So f** y'all white laws And y'all motherf**in'.....police cars!! Comin' through with gangsters and k**ers Long like the motherf**in' drug dealer '97 to 2000 a.d. little kids wanna be me 'cause i'm bout it, i'm rowdy The government and the press, them motherf**ers want me outtie For runnin' my own sh** n***as sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents Break bread Don't you know 15 percent of what you made? You a s**er, a clucker So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop motherf**ers And stay true to the gizzame Be about your paper, n***a f** the fizzame Third ward n***a, runnin' the hill It ain't no limit to this gangster sh**, blunt smokes and keepin' it real Y'all can't stop us tru n***as Y'all can't stop us tru n***as Y'all can't stop us tru n***as 'cause if y'all k** one, they'll be a millon more tru n***as [slikk the shocker] b**h it be slikk choppin' and kickin' sh** like karate Fast like a mazzeroti Crime boss like john gotti Look into their face, n***as afraid of me Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me 'cause i flow like water Run sh** like ki-jana carter Tell 'em, i'mma be there watch (???) like the french quarter Down for whatever Bow down n***a never Buck like a beretta Wet you up like bad weather Got fangs like a cobra Now i got range like a rover You don't f** with us whether you f**ed up like a hangover From the city where busters lie From the city where s**ers die Make way for p and silkk, two of the baddest motherf**ers alive b**h it's your time b**h i want the whole nine Bust one line, and make n***as change their whole rhyme I'm the shocker Yeah, i got them It's tru motherf**ers, and y'all can't stop us And it's on (explosion)