The TRUest sh*t lyrics

by

Bun B


[Chorus]
This be the truest sh*t I ever said
A n*gga might wind up dead
With money comes bad times
These days you got to have a strong mind

[C-Murder]
I grew up as a motherf*cken thug
An outkast couldn't do sh*t but slang drugs
In and out of jail ain't no place to be
I'm not short dog but I just want to be free
Made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers
Don't give a f*ck who I hurt
You wonder why a n*gga can't sleep man
Because I got the blood of my dead brother on my hand
A true n*gga can't rest g
Till these b*tch ass get the f*ck from around me
You sweat the tank but your not a real soldier
Would you die for this sh*t "no" P I told ya
Your true to the game but your ain't true to me
n*gga be yourself you can't be me or P
My veins pump no limit blood from day one n*gga
Ask Big Ed he put it on his only son

[Chorus 2x]

[C-Murder]
I got a few n*ggas want me dead
Anticipating my death for the sh*t I said
Huh true soldiers true n*ggas
Motherf*cking blood true love thugg figues
b*tch n*ggas be plotting on me
Behind close doors n*ggas hola when you see me
P said if you going to get'em
Get'em shoot first and make sure you hit em
I can't lose another tank dog
One more dead and watch no limit go off
Y'all ain't ready for war
I leave n*ggas tripping off the sh*t that they saw
I known for taking n*ggas out in street murder one
Muthaf*cker check my rap sheet
I thank P for taking me out the game
Put the mike in my hand and gave me my name

[Chorus 2x]

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