Текст (слова) песни: Tru - They Can`t Stop Us!

[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 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 nigga spit
Killer, murder topics
Put my goals if y`all think y`all can stop it
Hardcore bangin`, hangin` slaingin`
Nigga down for whatever that`s why we bangin` on wax
Into traps
Got Beats by the Pound like niggas slaingin` sacks
In the `hood, up to no good
Got niggas bout it, From Baton Rouge to St. Louis
To Cincinnati
Got niggas 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 nigga
Rest in peace Easy-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
Niggas 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, nigga fuck the fizzame
Third ward nigga, 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 niggas
Y`all can`t stop us TRU niggas
Y`all can`t stop us TRU niggas
`Cause if y`all kill one, they`ll be a millon more TRU niggas

[Slikk The Shocker]

Bitch it be Slikk choppin` and kickin` shit like karate
Fast like a Mazzeroti
Crime boss like John Gotti
Look into their face, niggas 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`mma be there watch (???) like the French Quarter
Down for whatever
Bow down nigga 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 niggas 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)

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» Tru - We Riders
» Tru - You`ll Never Change
» Tru - TRU?`s
» Tru - It`s a Beautiful Thing
» Tru - Tru Playaz
» Tru - Tru Homies (Radio Version)
» Tru - I Always Feel Like
» Tru - Fedz
» Tru - The Ghetto is a Trap
» Tru - Intro.
» Tru - Christmas in the Ghetto 12"
» Tru - Ain`t No Glock
» Tru - Ghetto Cheese
» Tru - Im The Funkiest
» Tru - Last Dance
» Tru - TRU
» Tru - No Limit Soldiers
» Tru - Watch Your Ass
» Tru - Living That Life


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tru - They Can`t Stop Us! [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 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 nigga spit Killer, murder topics Put my goals if y`all think y`all can stop it Hardcore bangin`, hangin` slaingin` Nigga down for whatever that`s why we bangin` on wax Into traps Got Beats by the Pound like niggas slaingin` sacks In the `hood, up to no good Got niggas bout it, From Baton Rouge to St. Louis To Cincinnati Got niggas 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 nigga Rest in peace Easy-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 Niggas 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, nigga fuck the fizzame Third ward nigga, 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 niggas Y`all can`t stop us TRU niggas Y`all can`t stop us TRU niggas `Cause if y`all kill one, they`ll be a millon more TRU niggas [Slikk The Shocker] Bitch it be Slikk choppin` and kickin` shit like karate Fast like a Mazzeroti Crime boss like John Gotti Look into their face, niggas 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`mma be there watch (???) like the French Quarter Down for whatever Bow down nigga 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 niggas 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) Нравится песня? 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