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  • T-bone »

    T-bone Tru 2 Life Playaz текст песни

    Tru 2 Life Playaz

    [Verse 1]

    Kinda like tha mafia if you ask me, who’s that?

    All of them ridas from ORC, why’s that?

    Cuz we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes and preach to street bikers

    Or convicts in ricers

    There never ain’t no telling what we gonna do

    Cuz when you think we through

    We come back hit you

    Wit another hit, ain’t no stopping me and my gang

    Boneybone Corleone from the MTV cut fame

    Same rapper and same rider, Westsider

    Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter, that’s real

    Now throw in tha sky if you down wit me

    I represent that organized rhyme family

    Family tree consist of demon killas

    Reaching drug dealers and top billas making scrilla

    Livin’ in white villas, using guerilla tactics to reach crypts and bloods

    And all tha thugs that are looking for love

    [Hook]

    We’s them rhyme sayers, true 2 life plays

    Dippin’ in navigators not trippin’ on all you haters

    Making rider music strictly for tha Creator

    Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders

    [Verse 2]

    From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangers

    Where rap sangers lowride and talk about ‘em colored bandanas

    Ducking from one time, California sunshine

    Projects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major crimes

    Primetime couldn’t paint a better picture

    Best beware of them locs and O.G.’s from them thugs hit ya

    Cuz where we from it’s straight scandalous, Los Angeles

    Ain’t too many players or ridas that can handle us

    Slugs flying in every direction you look

    Got homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hooked

    Ain’t this a shame, that’s why me and my gang preachin’, like deacons

    To bloods, crips, Latinos, Blacks and Puerto Ricans

    Every weekend we be speakin’ and preachin’, teachin’

    How we need to be reachin’ tha heathen, sleepin’

    While tha devils creepin’ meetin’ to put these suckas names on contracts

    And lift up and raise up tha King of kings like a car jack!

    [Verse 3]

    We making moves like a U-Haul

    Playa haters don’t get it twisted like RuPaul

    We don G’s and family, that stick together like Siamese twins

    And Chinese steam rice from Chang Lee’s

    I’m tha, Bone Corleone wit Lucky Luciano, Kevin Blanco and Mr. Donnie Brasco

    E-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua, my little patna that we be calling Jimmy Hoffa

    Can’t forget about Chase Gigant, cuz when I rhyme say he makes’em beats bomb bay

    Hot like picante, this is tha click that I be talking about

    So if you ain’t down wit us then back up before you get clowned



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