Tru - Who's Da k**er? lyrics

[c-murder] Who's da k**er whos the motherf**in n***a The one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the f**ing trigger The cops wanna ask me, wanna harra** me About this dead body in the gra** g If you think im gonna talk then your wrong Cause in the ghetto, snitches dont live long So ima mind my own and keep stiffing And dont ask me about no motherf**in murder weapon My kids still ringin from the gun black Because it all happened so fast I guess my n***a lil mark going to heaven Another black victim of 187 His mom might be crying but she aint shocked Her son lived and died by the f**ing rock And thats how the story goes Everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's But ill never help your a** in this game n***a... Who's da k**er? [master p] Rat-tat-tat-rat-tat-tat-rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap And walk through your hood with my mug on Call me master p or call me al capone A n***a with no heart I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart Pushed up the street by a dope fiend Took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam And ever since then ive been crazy Step to a n***a like me your pushing daisies Cause im quick this in that a** to the county And while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty From the corner to the hearse and that a**ed up Put bullets in your a** like a garbage truck Eliminating fools like a sewer rat And floss my 380 married to a mack And that ill be a mack 10 So when i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in [big ed] Late night in the cutti time to have some fun Got a page on my beeper it was number 1 Reached for the mobile phone got it down to Tuner called my lady "yo, whats going out?" She asked me were the f** are you at, and yo n***a Do you have your motherf**ing gat? Yeah im strapped, and i ran around the block Then she told me my my older brother got shot I got to the house and i opened up the door And there was my brother lyin dead on the floor And it has me tripped, my ace got popped Cause they caught his a** slippng Creep through the hood with my hand on my gat I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back Seen some n***az up the block, released the saftey Oh when i leave someone is going to hate me Boot it up take every f**ing n***a Out for revenge trying to find out whos da k**er [king george] All the way to the county thats were they had me They sent player one trying to bag me They keep stressing had a bad bad attitude He got the word from the order i was a bad dude In the sell my mind did the linger I keeped yelling im a f**ing rap singer But nobody listened to a fresh fits convicts They bust me off like there ears got sound sick Back to the saga coming from my jailsell I move around when you hear the f**in bell yell I got involved in a scabble thats a fist fight When the foo bust out with a knife He started swingin i started ducking Started moving it was a foo who was down With the proven, i took a ride on the C-2 sell block I stay strapped with my rock in a sock Waiting for a foo to come when its my way Sell lurked through you motherf**ing didy date Then he came promise he was down with the linching Tear gas had the whole floor clinching I couldn't breath i was lying in my tin bed When a goon grabbed me by my f**ing forhead He picked me up and put me across his f**ing shoulder I said b**h you let me die like a soldier Damn it was a trip king george could think All my boys on the motherf**ing paint Everywhere i rome every all dead bodies God damn i was like john gotti Locked in a sell i was like a big black gorilla Many died, but nobody saw the k**er [silkk] You should of know your f**ing with a motherf**ing lunatic I aint playing with a full day, and my minds about to click I walked out the house to see if this sh**was f**ing tru Two slugs to the dome and his face was all blue Retalliation f** the penitention f**ing gamble Garb the tech, pump the facing amble Called up my boy cause n***az say some Where he at?, richmond jumped in the prowler Rolling slow rolling slow, rolling f**ing slow Cut the lights off cause there the n***a go Rolled on the set grab the mask point the tech out Its a driveby sprayed the n***az house i was Letting em go you should of seen But in the process i cut a motherf**ing slug Dead up in my chest, cops chase me investagating A dead n***a, i gave the cops the alias Now whos the f**ing k**er [calli g] Calli g chourned out by society I used to have a 95 even b**hes find me So i refuse to be a stray for the white man So when you see me its a gat in my right hand Neighborhood dopeman n***a from the base so you know me selling c**ain You f**ing with the dank man foo, start the funk I do a drop on you and your whole f**ing crew So here's a last thanksgiving foo No turkey cause you wont be living dude You catch 17 rounds from my cap peeler No when this is, now whos the motherf**ing k**er [e-a-ski] A foo got smarks so they calling me the trigger n***a Po po's got a snitch trying to frame me as the k**er Interigating me and i got them foo's spoop I dre say ya f** with me, then its a must that i f** with you Cause k**ers dont talk, gimme three hops in the county Motherf**ers you figure it out, cause bout a n***a like me If i gotta smoke a n***a ima do it on the solo creep Cause i be damned if i tell em my self trick Some n***az ill sell you off like p**y on the b**h But anyway, back to the story, ya have no nuts, no glory No evidence to cut a n***a loose, and that n***a that was snitching Ws kuku for coco puffs foo, cause i mean a n***a thats spook Try to hide but everybody know he wasn't cool 2 weeks past and the snitches missing They found a n***a dead, with two to the temple Somebody put that boy to sleep Gave the fool a big fist and put his a** six feet deep It might have been me whos know n***a Who's the motherf**ing k**er