What They Call Us?

I swore (ya heard)<br>that I`d never rap about another nigga on a record<br>(that`s what stayin tru 2 da game is all about)<br>that I`d never borrow from another nigga, aha<br>and I`d never work for the white man (never)<br><br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be <br>TRU nigga<br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br><br>got more game than the average<br>on the street I`m a savage<br>trying to flip this motherfuckin cornbread into cabbage<br>ain`t got no time for no motherfuckin bustas<br>my old lady want clustas<br>I`m out here with hustlas<br>flippin change into dollas<br>got the money and the power<br>got fiends walking up, beepin me<br>every motherfucking hour<br>but this Gotti, going through change<br>got me sittin, thinking to myself<br>I`m in this game and I`m twisted<br>I`m having psycho thoughts<br>peelin my motherfucking neck apart<br>but that`d be some hoe shit<br>I get down for my skrilla<br>cause I`m a killa<br>and if I kill my ownself<br>? hoe nigga<br>real about my paper<br>tryin to slip some vapor<br>get some skrilla<br>but these niggas wanta undertake you<br>undercut you with these fiends<br>try to serve your cream<br>and when you ain`t lookin<br>try to hit you with that laser beam<br>some nigga you was tru to<br>punk motherfucker try to get me, he`ll get you<br>suckas don`t live on these streets<br>I`m from the ghetto<br>grew up on eggs and luncheon meat<br>and not niggas tellin me fuck the hogs<br>when your best friend play you like a fucking dog<br>but I don`t trust nobody but my tru niggas<br>I mean my brothas, I mean my real niggas<br>Silkk, C-Murder, and Master P<br>If it ain`t blood nigga, it might be your enemy<br>cause we try to teach niggas to be real<br>but that`s the same niggas that`ll get you with that steal<br>I mean I taught ya`ll niggas that never in the game<br>what ya`ll done missin<br>my ghetto heroes is dead and gone and well missin<br>plus suckas, hatas, imitators, want be<br>motherfucking regulators<br>but ya`ll cowards<br>end a nigga, kill a nigga when he ain`t lookin<br>and nigga shoot a motherfucker when he ain`t watchin<br>now who stoppin ya`ll suckas<br>I swore to be a man, killa<br>but ya`ll niggas just don`t understand<br>that the ghetto is so wicked<br>these hoes wanta kick it<br>but these bitches addicted to money and paper<br>lay you on the stretcher, like a bitch<br>then rape ya<br>Bill Clinton be the president<br>but bitch I never voted<br>I`m out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent<br>ya`ll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game)<br>making money, staying true, and still in it<br><br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br><br>they call us killas and drug dealers<br>what the fuck do they know<br>want us to jump when they say jump<br>just cause they done said so<br>fuck that, I keep my hand on my chrome gat<br>and if its on, let it be on<br>if it`s on, let it be on black<br>cause see my whole world is evolved around rounding up<br>a fucking tight hoe<br>I`m like a time bomb<br>I be cool one second, but you`ll never know when I might explode<br>shit, how you gonna look through my ???? with no gun<br>only thing I have in this world are my balls and word<br>and I`ma brake those for no one<br>niggas want me to fail, some niggas want me to fall<br>it`s like me against the world<br>my back up against the wall<br>when money come, that`s precisely, it`s all coming<br>see they don`t respect the company cuase it`s black<br>if it was owned by peeps that was white, everybody be runnin<br>see in order to survive, I stick to ghetto tactics<br>I keep my ?, get tighter than rush hour traffic<br>see ? wanna know what make Silkk`s <br>mind tick, my mind click, at the sight of blood (why`s that)<br>cause ain`t no love up in this bitch<br>see niggas be trippin, I cooks my rocks<br>but ya`ll be on the outside lookin in<br>that`s why we killas<br><br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br><br>I beez a TRU nigga till I`m dead<br>if I die, bury me<br>but bitch I`m a four-five, I mean my 9<br>I`m on a ? to killing and drug dealing<br>I`m under surveilance, they tapped my phone<br>but they ain`t feelin me<br>cause if them fedz only knew <br>they`d probably to jail<br>and lock me up with no bail<br>this murderistick click that I hang with<br>is sick and ready to hop into some gangsta shit<br>who we be, we be some tru niggas<br>with TRU across our stomach and countin legal drug money<br>nationwide, but runnin this underground<br>with KL, Mo B, Craig B, Beats by the Pound<br>fuck with one, you fuck with us all<br>you get kidnapped if you a ?<br>leave your blood up on the wall<br>No Limit be sick<br>sick like the movie<br>from New Orleans to California<br>bring you bitch and sure I`m on her<br>my record sales increase every week<br>so fuck the police that keep stoppin me, jealous<br>some say we dealers, some say we killers<br>they didn`t ask one thing<br>we be some TRU niggaz<br><br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br>some say we dealers, they call us killas<br>who we be<br>TRU niggaz<br><br>representin from New Orleans to Richmond, California<br>to the midwest to the world nigga<br>TRU nigga