[Master P]
What's up n***as?
I told y'all it's about to be on, n***a
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
FEEL THIS N***A!
It's real {*explosion*}

[Verse 1: Master P]
Flippin' the the game
N***as that got that 'cane
Murder Mr. Dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my n***as gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2Pac from Master P, doin 211's
187 Khadafi, murder
Puttin' n***as in six foot motherfuckin' gurters
If you fuck with this TRU clique
N***a 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 n***a
In the rap game pushin' quarters
Flippin' the water, from Texas to Florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chickenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got n***a choppin' game, I mean this rap shit in to dope
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' shit
Standing on stages with bulletproof vestes, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next n***a to die in this rap game
Or drop a hit on the wrong man?
'Cause they talkin' shit about other n***as
Now it's a war zone, in this rap game
(Chorus)
But they can't stop us TRU n***as
They can't stop us TRU n***as
They can't stop us TRU n***as
They can't stop us TRU n***as

[Verse 2: Master P]
'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other n***as in line
With ghetto dope, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
Running from the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up like SOLDIERS!
Down south huster, throwin' bolders
Ready to block like a football player
Got these 17 rounds FOR Y'ALL HATERS!
So jump on this ghetto shit and come get this wicked shit
And jump up on this rap game and watch a n***a spit
Killer, murder topics
Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it
Hardcore bangin', hangin' slangin'
N***a down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax into traps
Got Beats by the Pound like n***as slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good
Got n***as bout it, from Baton Rouge to St. Louis to Cincinnati
Got n***as lined up in Atlanta like addicts
Gotta have this gangster shit
This real shit
From this motherfuckin' TRU clique!
Ain't givin' up, living raw
And if we die, FUCK IT, sell my 'dro
To the next gangster n***a
Rest in peace Eazy-E., but I'm out here makin' SCRILLA!
So fuck y'all white laws
And y'all motherfuckin'.....POLICE CARS!!
Comin' through with gangsters and killers
LONG! like the motherfuckin' drug dealer
'97 to 2000 A.D. little kids wanna be me
'Cause I'm bout it, I'm rowdy
The government and the press, them motherfuckers want me outtie
For runnin' my own shit
N***as sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents
Break bread
Don't you know 15 percent of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker
So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop motherfuckers
And stay true to the gizzame
Be about your paper, n***a fuck the fizzame
Third ward n***a, runnin' the hill
It ain't no limit to this gangster shit, blunt smokes and keepin' it real
Y'all can't stop us TRU n***as
Y'all can't stop us TRU n***as
Y'all can't stop us TRU n***as
'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a millon more TRU n***as

[Verse 3: Silkk The Shocker]
Bitch it be Silkk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate
Fast like a Maserati, crime boss like John Gotti
Look into their face, n***as afraid of me
Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me
Cause I flow like water, run shit like Ki-jana Carter
Tell 'em I'ma be there, watch more tourists show up, than the French Quarters
Down for whatever
Bow down n***a never
Buck like a Beretta
Wet you up like bad weather
Got fangs like a cobra
Now I got Range like a rover
You don't fuck with us whether you fucked up like a hangover
From the city where busters lie
From the city where suckers die
Make way for P and Silkk, two of the baddest motherfuckers alive
Bitch it's your time
BITCH I want the whole nine
Bust one line, and make n***as change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker
Yeah, I got them
It's TRU motherfuckers, and y'all can't stop us
And it's on
{*explosion*}