Tru 2 Da Game

Chorus x2 (Silkk & Mo B Dick)<br><br>Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (TRU niggas ride dirty an stay strapped)<br>Every time I think about the times you did me wrong (Pop goes the nine)<br><br>Verse 1 (Silkk)<br><br>See me an my click<br>we be hoppin outta Range Rover<br>everyday Taz test,sober<br>Fightin fellon convictions, barely missin Angola<br>On the run, it`s hell<br>fresh outta jail<br>That`s no life, carry me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5<br>My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip in<br>I said niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin<br>Yall trippin<br>yall gave my hommie 25 with a "L"<br>but the nigga that killed my cousin, yall let that nigga out on bail<br>So I say, fuck this<br>and I hit the corner on the streets<br>keep my nine up on the seat<br>and hold my nine like a G<br>Cuz I`ma hustle `til I fall<br>I`ma have it all ball<br>fuck them niggas I have nine up in my draws<br>No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like what<br>keep my nine, cuz its the only thing I can trust<br>An every since Ice Cube said, it`s really been a trip<br>I`d rather be<br>judged by 12 than be carried by 6. That`s why its...<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>Verse 2 (Master P)<br><br>Picture me rollin, rest in peace Pac<br>I`m ridin in my 500 S-E-L strapped with my plastic glock<br>Me an my bitch, we be hella tight<br>Fit in the palm of my hand<br>but I ain` t trustin a nigga tonight<br>I ain`t walkin out the door unless I got my bitch<br>my American Express, nigga, this will be it<br>seven-teen kids to tag along<br>Hollow tips, black jack, call me Al Capone<br>But I`m dirty like Harry<br>I keep a 9 Millimeter cuz I ain`t gettin buried<br>My glock be special like Ed<br>all yall nigga ain`t strapped<br>might end up in the body-bag...<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>Verse 3 (Kane & Abel)<br><br>Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the Lexus LandCruiser<br>Best of slow ya roll hoe<br>`fore I put some holes through ya<br>Boo-Yah, my fifty Calliber got niggas runnin back to Africa<br>Bitch banged up my passport so I`m swervin in my Acura<br>Grabbin on my dick<br>smokin the shit<br>momma kicked me out the house<br>I smack that bitch<br>Now I`m skandelous and rich<br>Mia-X said we got it tweekin<br>them niggas tweekin<br>No Limit got some gangsta shit for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans<br>New York to L.A., Miami to Atlanta<br>black talons from my nine got them dancing the Macereсa<br>Little kids in my hood slang dope an talk shit<br>by some violence, brah<br>pass the silencer, pop that bitch...<br>I`m in my Navy Blue Beamer suckin on weed<br>Holdin the streets<br>as we brain off that vodka<br>we`re still in the nigga chopper<br>Gun slangin with pussy juice on my trigger finger<br>its Kane an Abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...<br><br>[Chorus x 2]<br><br>[Master P]<br><br>Check it out playa<br>Nigga gotta protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrilla<br>Nigga ya need to grab ya motha-fuckin nine `fore ya grab ya shoes<br>Cuz nigga only got 1 life to lose<br>an a nigga gotta protect his own, playa<br>Nigga, live eye 4 an eye that`s how TRU Niggas live<br>An if yall real bout the situation<br>nigga, trust no mutha-fuckin body <br>Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend, nigga<br>Cuz ya enemy might be right next to you.Huh, remember that playa...<br>Pop-Pop goes the nine, nigga<br>But TRU Niggas ride dirty an stay strapped