TRU 2 da Game Songtext
von TRU

Ha ha, eh
This is for all the G′s out there
We bout it
And G-ettes, I ain't forget about y′all, ahah
Gold look like this here
Today, I have a half an ounce
Tomorrow, I'll have a key
And if you tryin' to get some ice cream
Won′t you call me, or won′t you beep me

Looked out the window
It must be the giggidy first of the month
'Cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin′ and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin′ up, talkin' ′bout it's all good
See I'm a G, I′m ′bout it, I got that two for three
And y'all all know that I slang that I-C-E


And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
Some hang, hang, and some slangin′
Others gang bangin'
I′m tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay TRU to the game, and put the town on the map

But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
′Cause I done made a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
And servin' fiends, A-1 yola
And still tryin' stay true with my first meal
′Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And stayin′ TRU to the game is a part of life
And if you don't player, you might lose your life

TRU 2 da game, TRU 2 da game
Ain′t nothin' changed but my bank account
I′m still the same

Tryin' to have things major, they can′t fade me
Cash the chips like casino
Today, I'ma keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like Marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin′, constantly buggin′
Askin' me why I be hustlin′


I got money to make, so motherfuck it
I'ma keep it real, if it kills me
Y′all gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball ′til I have it all, I want the whole world
If not, I don't want none
Why I hang with the same ol' niggas?
That′s what they ask me
I be like, I′m the same ol' nigga

But ′stead, right now, I gets my sacks free
I gots to stay TRU fool, about my motherfuckin' mail
I′ll be a rich ass nigga, y'all gonna be visitin′ me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next year round this time
It′s Silkk up on his pager then ask me

TRU 2 da game, TRU 2 da game
Ain′t nothin' changed but my bank account
I′m still the same

Bustas can't see me, they blind
I claim TRU, I thought you knew
My foes catch elbows cause I′m on em like a tattoo
Man, I'm layin′ low like the eyes of a danked out Chinaman
Stayin' gangstafied
While I'm tryin′ to make a million

But politicians run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat
′Cause they both gonna try and stop this
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But I gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this

TRU 2 da game, TRU 2 da game
Ain't nothin′ changed but my bank account
I'm still the same

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep
And let her live in peace
And stop spendin′ a hundred G's up in her sleep
When will it stop?
I guess when they leave me lyin′ on the block
With tears on my Glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops

I guess I'm doin′ what I gotta do
As long as I stay TRU, until they put me through
I know it′s a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
I′m TRU 2 Da Game

TRU 2 da game, TRU 2 da game
Ain't nothin′ changed but my bank account
I'm still the same

TRU 2 da game, TRU 2 da game
Ain′t nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the same

Still the same (still the same)
Master P, the whole TRU clique (y′all gonna feel this)
TRU to the gizame (TRU to da hood)
Money can′t change you, it just can make you
(Never forget where I came from)
No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers (independent, Black-owned)

And the West Coast Bad Boyz
And I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
Y′all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
'Cause they ain′t TRU 2 da game
I could never forget where I came from
I'm from the ghetto
But I won′t ever change

'Cause I'm TRU 2 da game, believe that
Keepin′ it real, keepin′ it real
Never sell out, can never sell out
TRU 2 Da Gizame (all y'all player haters)
Catch the sickness
Gizame
Because if you ain′t TRU
You ain't no November soldier
You ain′t real