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 a**, i never listened to my brother It went in one ear and out the f**in other Pushin rocks on the block watch the undercover f** a dick s**in b**h, yo i ain't no lover I'm a k**a, 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 n***a 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 n***as h**n Runnin from the taz, hidin out by the sewers I'm a tru n***a (f** em) puttin in work I wear some baggy a** jabros and a motherf**in saints shirt Slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves They get beat, ganked, broke and served (f** em) So you know who i am ho A no limit soldier from the motherf**in 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 sh** 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 f** that sh**, a n***a got a spare key Stuck it in slowly, so he wouldnt wake up Infared, ready to blow the place up Once inside no time for shakin Lookin for the n***a and the dope i be taking Get what you gonna get, n***a and ride Or get 25 for a mothaf**in homicide Move quickly but no stuntin Ssssshhhh, i hear a motherf**a 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 n***a house goes, but don't pernt Cut the lights out so i can case the jerk Two n***as on the couch smoking and a hoe I think master p was on the muthaf**in radio n***as wanna fight when i was chillin in the 9th ward He shoulda known k**in n***az makes my dick hard (are you sick) Yea, and i'm cunnin Told young silkk to leave the car runnin Walked in, said b**h lay it down I'm not 8-ball, but them n***az got clowned Hurry up mothaf**a (i'll k** ya) don't lag I wancha dope, j**elry, and all your f**in cash Foo got brave and went for a sawed off So i shot em all, took their mothaf**in 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 n***a eazy-e (is all that real) I don't lie, rest in peace eazy See you on the otherside (ya heard me)