Mia X, TRU - 4ever TRU lyrics

1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma
Click tight, for life, family ties
That's right it's bigger than
This record shit, nigga
All for one and one for all
That's how we ball

TRU, forever, that's my family
We be's on top the cheddar pile
Wet you up like the Nile
Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes
Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9
Mia's kid sister
Buckin misters and misses for figures
Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya
It's the biggest mamma showin love
To my sons and brothers
And we gon blow the roof
Right off this muthafucka
For the niggas ridin with this TRU click
It ain't No Limit
To my loyalty and strong arm authority
Admit it
I'm finna show day to day soap opera
Downtown hoes unload when we
Hold choppers knock ya
Head off in a split, put ya lips
Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment
For this click, I don't mind dyin
Takin a stand in line, while bustin my 9
I'm tryin to show you
Through my verbal demonstration
We ain't bout fakin
We bringin home the cheese, greens
And the bacon
Takin no shorts and nothing that'll do
I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever TRU

I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead
(we bout it, bout it)
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)

Put one in the chamber or that plastic Glock
I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope
Pushin rocks
Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier
Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya
But my homegirl is hella hard
Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large
Gangbangin on this dope set smoke any nigga
Bitch a click just like a cigarette
Now that's one to grow on
If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka
Bring yo bitch ass on
Cause we be bout killin, bout murder
Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles
Hustlin hard to pay the rent
Mamma cryin cause I know this
Don't make no fuckin sense
But, I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs
To stake my keys, to make OZs
Work in the project
An expedition in the house, note them pesos
We slang crack
TRU niggas stick together cause we ballin
One for all, if we fallin

I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead
(we bout it, bout it)
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)

I'm tatooed up (No Limit) and TRU to the game
Steady mobb'n, you muthafuckas know my name
Down for whatever at the drop of a dime
With my TRU niggas cautious on my rhyme
Pick up my 9
Like that, but we be comin like this
Don't fuck with this click or
Ya might get lynched
Have your mama at the funeral, tissues
Weepin due to the fact you got caught
Up in a street sweepin
No hesitation, you layin a stank
C-Murder will kill for any TRU
Soldier wearin a tank
We stick together like crazy glue
Ya'll read about the hatas tryin
To infiltrate my fuckin crew
Bow down, and give No Lomit it's props
Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes
Stopped sellin rocks
Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas
P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers
They asked me would take a
Bullet for ya homie
Ready to die for any stomach with
A TRU tatoo on it get more support than a
City after a hurricane
Radios and videos, now everybody know my name
We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew
No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU

I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead
(we bout it, bout it)
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)

4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew
Nigga, it's a must, it's a trust
If ya tell me what aim, I'm a bust
See one by one
Niggas doin shows month by month
We ain't nothin nice
TRU niggas roll tight like fuckin blunts
Fuck them bustas that lookin for us
Nigga, we ain't hard to find
Fuck em, hidin, I'm probably makin a 500 SEL
With my convertible top down
And my cellular phone just ridin
Mia told me, represent
Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies
Would you take a bullet for the president?
Nah, but I'd take a bullet for my TRU homie
I thought you knew, homie
Ya'll rappers tryin to be
Drug dealas and killas
We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers
Everything I know been got in for murder
To muthafuckin kidnappin
Ya'll mad cause we hustle, ya'll ain't
Ya'll mad cause ya'll can't stack bank
I'm actin bad for the tank
Ya'll do what ya'll could
I'll do what ya'll can't nigga get game
I smoke that ass just like dank
For everytime I'm puttin in work
Add stripes to my rank
Nigga, we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin
I betcha
Nigga, if ya ball, I'm there for ya
If ya fall i'm gon catch ya
Cause, I'm gon put it down for all my hustlas
Who be nationwide ballin
TRU niggas ain't fallin, we callin
From California to New Orleans
Turn my back on my soldiers
Is somethin I'll never do
Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo
I'm 4ever TRU

I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead
(we bout it, bout it)
TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)

(I thought you knew mia X, C-Murder
Master P, Silkk the Shocker
4ever TRU, 4ever TRU, TRU, TRU, TRU)