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Tru - Last Dance lyrics
C Murder) Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me don't want to go to jail I'm tired of getting arrested G I know i'm spitting when i'm sell crack but to a young nigga like me a G ain't no turning back trying to settle down is hopeless when a nigga and a old lady and a baby I can't cope with it a chance is something that I never had I'm standing on this corner I got my rocks in a skittles bag can't make a move without my boy I wear a bulletproof vest and watch my back because i'm paranoid you know the ghetto is a trap i'm not Tupac but these jealous niggas got me strapped raise like a criminal but born a bastard visions of a jail or a grave a closed clasket reminizing about my murder friends but i'm proud of selling drugs providing my family with these dividends my nose bad nigga like a rock star tired of swolling dope everytime I see a cop car can't leave this spot till all my fuckin crack gone six rocks never asked the Lord to let me make it home cause i'm a nigga on the run if you talk that shit i'm going to have to get my damn gun cause I can't take no chances either me or you going to die i guess that will be your last dance Chorus (Master P) your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance, fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean blood's spill on the wall (Master P) Blood on my palm and I pack a glock for these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot (Mia X) But Mia X got your back P cause ain't no bitch nor these kince aren't ever going to fade me (Master P) And if you step to us killers then you dead cause I sleep with a HK Tre-8 then missed it in for red (Mia X) Another braud ass nigga on this back then if it is on your mind then we got this second line in for you (Master P) In for you what about you and you don't fuck with my crew cause i'll do your hoe too bust caps on whoever, whenever, however, whereever (Mia X) So the crowd better start ducking cause these No Limit TRU Soldiers still ain't finish fuckin busting (Master P) Won't leave no witneses to talk about it Mr. Serv-On got life insurance and i'm bout it bout it (Mia X) Now don't talk about the way we do this and bitches think they prepared to do this prepare to eat some bullets (Master P) So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth ain't no butterflying on the floor but may you rest in peace Chorus (C-Murder) I'm waking up in cold sweats I just realized It wasn't a dream I shot that fool in the drive by another victim of the dope game that nigga tried to rob me off my heroin and coccaine a lot of pride a lot of heart so how you figure my rep was on the line of course i had to kill that nigga crepped up on him playing basketball rolled down the window and I shot that bitch with my soud off i'm kind of crazy you can't get me a lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me I'm bout the dope pushing money grope just got out of jail and already back slanging dope my daddy wasn't there for me G and my mom left me in the house abonded at the age of three so don't ask me why i'm heartless son cause I was raised by some killers so i guess I gots to be one I'm down for whatever murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather my girl said i won't live long i'm sick because I itilize Scarface and Al Kapone Won't none of these niggas don't understand me Master P, King George, and Silkk and Cali G so don't fuck with TRU man and if you do this will be your last dance Chorus |
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