Don’t f*ck With TRU lyrics

[Intro: C-Murder]
What now? (stupid motherf*cker) what now motherf*cker?
I told you b*tches, stop talkin all that motherf*ckin sh*t
I'm not gonna send n*ggas out fiendin
I'm comin for ya myself b*tch!

[Chorus: C-Murder]
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move n*gga now I'm f*ckin wit you
Now try your lives while I put this f*ckin bullet in your dome
You dumb n*gga, I told y'all to leave us alone

[Verse 1: C-Murder]
How many n*ggas got a dolla can't top my sh*t (my sh*t)
All these b*tch motherf*ckers, quit ridin my di*k (my di*k)
You run your motherf*ckin mouth like you a broad or somethin (b*tch)
n*ggas actin like they motherf*ckin hard or somethin
Yeah, you ain't sh*t with your clique n*gga to me you a b*tch
I'm a real n*gga, jumpin' your sh*t f*ckin you wit
Throw them hands or them hot thangs, it's all on you
Check my back of my own
Fool I'm nothin but TRU
C-Murder, Bossalinie of this rap game (rap game)
b*tch I'm rich n*gga you know my motherf*ckin name
Big bee hive boy and P and Bossalinie (Bossalinie)
On the tank that'll make you wear smelly
And we don't give a lily f*ck about the laws (f*ck the laws)
We got big balls (big balls) ghetto supastar drivin big cars
Now if you eva in my hood n*gga holla at me (holla at me)
And if you eva wanna fight then throw a dolla at me (ya b*tch)
Now the tank will decide if you wanna live or die (die)
Just run your f*ckin mouth and I'ma take you for a ride n*gga
f*ck what you sayin, it's all on you, fool
I told you motherf*cker (n*gga) don't f*ck wit TRU
[Chorus: C-Murder]
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move n*gga now I'm f*ckin wit you (don't f*ck wit us)
Now try your lives while I put this f*ckin bullet in your dome
You dumb n*gga, I told y'all to leave us alone

[Verse 2: Silkk, The Shocker]
I told you n*ggas don't f*ck wit us
Now I'm makin you n*ggas gettin clowned
Tell n*ggas is b*tches some of y'all n*ggas be p*ssin, sittin down
Y'all too small, you know what I...
Do to y'all (ooh) my crew ball and plus b*tch look, we do it all
I don't f*ck wit (who) him and I don't f*ck wit dogs
So what the f*ck you think?
If you f*ck wit him, I'm gonna be f*ckin wit y'all (never)
See I'll put this gun back n*gga and I'll bust ya all
I ain't give a f*ck what ya name is
I ain't give a f*ck what y'all call
n*ggas wanna probably just... bust for fun
n*ggas ain't gonna ever ever, not bust no guns
n*ggas is way down the street talkin bout what the f*ck y'all done
At the most n*ggas, probably wanna cuss and run
Now we self made million-aires
We make the money, money don't make us (make us)
If y'all was us, and we was y'all then I would hate us
Y'all talk about how y'all wanna be us
Y'all ain't nuttin but a bunch of hood critics
It's cause we rap now, sh*t y'all still would hit it
[Chorus: C-Murder]
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move n*gga now I'm f*ckin wit you
Now try your lives while I put this f*ckin bullet in your dome
You dumb n*gga, I told y'all to leave us alone

[Verse 3: Master P]
TRU n*ggas gone ride wit me
The ghetto's the NBA and I'm the lottery
Pick from the streets... from the South to the East
You the Beauty I'm the Beast
f*ck these n*ggas they know who P!
From rags to riches, from quarter to seven-fifty
Holla Hoody Hooo and my n*ggas gonna deal with ya
I got the game from my homies
And y'all haters, y'all can't hold me
n*ggas rappin bout n*ggas on records like the 80's, n*gga y'all n*ggas phony!

[Chorus: C-Murder]
I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move n*gga now I'm f*ckin wit you
Now try your lives while I put this f*ckin bullet in your dome
You dumb n*gga, I told y'all to leave us alone

I told you motherf*ckers don't f*ck with TRU
It was a dumb move n*gga now I'm f*ckin wit you
Now try your lives while I put this f*ckin bullet in your dome
You dumb n*gga, I told y'all to leave us alone