TRU, Master P, Silkk the Shocker - They Can't Stop Us! lyrics

What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
Feel this nigga it's real

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 211's
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' chickenheads
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 bulletproof 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

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

'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' slangin'
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 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 AD 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

Bitch it be Silkk choppin' and
Kickin' shit like karate
Fast like a Maserati
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'ma be there, watch
More tourists show up
Than the French Quarters 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