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Tru

(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 alcohol, 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, wherever

(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

Written by MILLER, DOMINIC JAMES
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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