Gangstas Make The World-TRU

Master P: TRU niggaz stand... Silkk (Master P echoing): Raise your right hand. Repeat after me. I pledge allegiance, to the game of the United Streets of A-f**king-merica. And not to be f**ked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the d**e game, with liberty and money for all. Gangstas that is, gangstas that is... Chorus: Gangstas make the world go round, Gangstas make the world go round, I know, I know Gangstas...round, gangstas..round, you know, you know Gangstas...round, gangstas...round, we know, we know Gangstas...round, gangstas...round. [Silkk] Hah! I live and die, so I'm a die by the 9 F**k the dumb sh*t, I run this, a whole life of crime Ain't never had sh*t, but always had my pistol, b**ch 187, don't make me whistle, b**ch I never know, for sho, picture this Never die, b**ch, never die, say a damn thang Canes in the chains, became the d**e thang Snortin some cane will make you do some strange thangs I don't know why I idolize gangstas like Tony Montana, Lucky Luciano, probably cause they went out bangin Gangstas like Machine Gun Kelly Rest in peace 2Pac, AKA Makaveli He run the chamber for danger, can't understand why these strangers Wanna ride with us killas, but they can't f**k when we hang em Gangstas like Kadofy, John f**kin Gotti Ain't f**kin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty Gangstas Chorus [Master P] Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Just a young ni**a hangin with the thugs From the ghetto so a ni**a learned to slang drugs, From OZs, to flip keys, Eye blood red shot ni**a smokin dank w**d And quick to slap a b**ch in a minute Fiends better have my money, I mean every penny Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas F**k school, tryin to serve a clucka And moms, wish she never had me Cause I'm a ni**a on the block slangin candy Ready to die for this true sh*t Takin penetentiary chances tryin to get rich My role models Frank Nitti, Scarface, and John Gotti Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it Chorus [C-Murder] Throw your muthaf**kin guns up (TRU!) Cause I represent Gangsta Day (uh-huh) A g-a-n-g-s to the t-a Ain't lookin for no sh*t but if sh*t comes (what's up, what's up) Ready to turn your muthaf**kin body numb And f**k the pen, cause if I go to jail again I pop a plea, and I'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee) A ni**a talk sh*t so I banged and I step Another notch upon my rep (killa) Like the last tape a ni**a say f**k you hoes, Now I'm turnin bustas, into John Does I'm the ni**a with TRU upon my back (C-Murder) A gangsta that's strapped so you can't jack Ain't nuthin but killas on my team, (soldiers) And I'm hangin with the Shocker and the Ice Cream Beware, my mental status is flawed, (crazy) Start bangin and muthaf**kas get lost, You got drama with this muthaf**kin TRU click? (uh-oh, uh-oh) Big Worm, this ni**a need his wig split Take him to the river, cut his head off (cut it) Target practice for my goddam sawed off That's how we handle sh*t, in my town Cause gangstas make the muthaf**kin world go round [Mr. Serv-On] Round and round you go, Now tell me who's the realest muthaf**ka that you know Black Lucianio, hangin niggaz out the window like a fat pig and ?Ferejano? Winnin gun battles like Geronimo Say hello to my new friend, Mr. MAC-10, With the infrared grin, I can't pretend, Who I be, the S-E-R-V aka Billy Badgate Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face Catchin chase for my case for murder, you ain't never heard of a Ni**a, with nuts big like bison, Unified, gangstafied champ like Tyson, world introducin Young Billy Blast Em Up, I gives a f**k, all about my double up Catchin bubble up, now I'm here to let you know b**ch you better give it up Don't lay it down, I'll make your world go round [Master P] TRU niggaz make the world go round gangstas make the world go round (repeat 2X) Chorus and fade