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Correct 4ever Tru(Ft.Master P.,C-Murder,Silkk) Lyrics
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Correct 4ever Tru(Ft.Master P.,C-Murder,Silkk)
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[Mia X] 1, 2, T-are-you, and Mia X, the biggest mamma. Click tight, for life, family ties. That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga. All for one and one for all, that's how we ball. Tru, forever, that's my family We be's on top the cheddar pile Wet you up like the Nile Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9 Mia's kid sister, buckin misters and misses for figures Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya It's the biggest mamma showin love to my sons and brothers And we gon blow the roof right off this muthafucka For the niggaz ridin with this tru click, it ain't No Limit To my loyalty and strong arm authority Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap opera Downtown hoes unload when the??? Choppers knock ya Head off in a split, put ya lips Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment For this click, I don't mind dyin, takin a stand In line, while bustin my 9 I'm tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration We ain't bout fakin We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon Takin no shorts and nothing that'll do I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever tru Chorus (4X) I be's a tru nigga till I'm dead (we bout it, bout it) Tru soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy) [Master P] Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya But my homegirl is hella hard Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large Gangbangin on this dope set Smoke any nigga, bitch a click, like a cigarette Now that's one to grow on If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on Cause we be bout killin, bout murder Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles Hustlin hard to pay the rent Mamma cryin cause I know this don't make no fuckin sense But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs To stake my keys, to make ozs Work in the project An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack Tru niggaz stick together cause we ballin One for all, if we fallin Chorus (4X) [C-Murder] I'm tatooed up (No Limit) and tru to the game Steady mobb'n, you muthafuckas know my name Down for whatever at the drop of a dime With my tru niggaz cautious on my rhyme, pick up my 9 Like that, but we be comin like this Don't fuck with this click or ya might get lynched Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin Due to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin No hesitation, you layin a stank C-Murder will kill for any tru soldier wearin a tank We stick together like crazy glue Ya'll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my fickin crew Bow down, and give No Lomit it's props Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, tru shot callers They asked me would take a bullet for ya homie Ready to die for any stomach with a tru tatoo on it Get more support than a city after a hurricane Radios and videos, now everybody know my name We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew No Limit for life, and always 4ever tru Chorus (3X) [Silkk] 4ever muthafuckin tru, thought ya knew Nigga, it's a must, it's a trust If ya tell me what aim, I'm a bust See one by one, niggaz doin shows month by month We ain't nothin nice Tru niggaz roll tight like fuckin blunts Fuck them bustas that lookin for us Nigga, we ain't hard to find Fuck em, hidin, I'm probably makin a 500 sel With my convertible top down And my cellular phone just ridin Mia told me, represent Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies Would you take a bullet for the president? Nah, but I'd take a bullet for my tru homie I thought you knew, homie Ya'll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers Everything I know Been got in for murder to muthafuckin kidnappin Ya'll mad cause we hustle, ya'll ain't Ya'll mad cause ya'll can't stack bank I'm actin bad for the tank Ya'll do what ya'll could, I'll do what ya'll can't Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just like dank For everytime I'm puttin in work, add stripes to my rank Nigga, we tru fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha Nigga, if ya ball, I'm there for ya, if ya fall I'm gon catch ya Cause I'm gon put it down for all my hustlas Who be nationwide ballin Tru niggaz ain't fallin, we callin From California to New Orleans Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I'll never do Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I'm 4ever tru Chorus and fade (I thought you knew, Mia X, C-Murder, Master P, Silkk the Shocker 4ever tru, 4ever tru, tru, tru, tru...)
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