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Tru - They Can't Stop Us! lyrics
[Master P](talking) What's up niggas? I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga We drop shit anytime we want to huh Fell this nigga It's real (explosion) [Verse one] Flippin' the the game Niggas that got that 'cane Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin' 2-11s 187 Khadafi, murder Puttin' niggas in six foot motherfuckin' gurters If you fuck with this TRU clique Nigga you gettin' your wig spilt Who run this gangster rap? (No Limit runnin' this!)It's 'bout to be it 187 Khadafi Jumpin' on ghetto dope with these gangster topics Still makin scrilla Your neighborhood drug dealer Ice cream slaingin' Tattooed up real nigga In the rap game pushin' quarters Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida Choppin' game to the knuckleheads And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chichenheads Down south hustlin', to the west coast Got nigga choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game or drop a hit on the wrong man? 'Cause they talkin' shit about other niggas Now it's a war zone, in this rap game (Chorus) But they can't stop us TRU niggas They can't stop us TRU niggas They can't stop us TRU niggas They can't stop us TRU niggas [Verse 2] 'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other niggas in line With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all Running from the one time no |
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