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lirik lagu trae tha truth - gangsta shit

(-talking-)
huh, they gotta feel us on this one right here mayn
h-town to d-town, bout to mash on these mark -ss n-ggas
feel what i’m saying, gotta respect what’s given to you right now
ain’t no games getting played, you know who this be n-gga
-ssh0l- by nature, slow loud and bangin
better yet relax, i got this

[trae]
it’s time to bring it to they face, b-tch i been a -ssh0l- for life
motherf-ckers hollin’ out plex, but they don’t lace the nike’s
att-tude never mistaken, so these b-tches can get it
forty rounds in a clip is like church, i bet you get lifted
if you heard about a.b.n., you know these hands is sick
i got a bob and a weave game, to leave em stiff as a brick
shepo, jay’ton, dub, boss and rick
plus the other hundred and twenty, who stay ready to cl!ck
shot what these n-ggas talking, like they ready for drama
i shut em up and have they folk signing, bout old as they mama
i got my homies tri and tae, packing k’s for trae
unless i tell em pop the trunk, so i can get it and spray
i represent it for the hood, but anybody can get it
and if they heard about the maab, i bet they don’t wanna get with it
slow loud when i bang, so i rep for screw
for all my dogs and the bloods, and my cousin blue

[hook: tae]
this to all my hustlers ballers, all the shot callers
range up, and open place
and if you see a b-tch n-gga, thinking that he’s sl!ck
never hesitate, to put him in his place
see this is some gangsta sh-t
trae and tae hitting, with a gangsta cl!ck
s.l.a.b. what it do, y’all respect this sh-t
making moves on 45, get it how we live it it’s our time to shine hey

[boss]
all b-tch n-ggas, better shake the spot
so many c’s in my handshaking, look like a zip-lock
i put a h in front of the c, call it hoover crip hopping
0-5, all the lil’ homies call ruger grip glocks
i know it sounds crazy, when n-ggas use to k!lling cops
they been har-ssing our homies, and they thrashing the block
but i got love for the homies, so i’m p-ssing a chop
p-ss the corner and double back, then i blast at the flock
do em more dug than a shovel, filling bags up with cops
i’m in a six tre rag, and b-tch it drag when it drop
13’s and i drive em, soak up my rag it ain’t sock
i keep a 4-4 mag, and when i’m mad b-tch it pop
i mean it crack, i keep a new flag in the lac
eight placks to the back, fresh set of them cats
hat to the left back, big crip in the pack
see me throwing up my set, steady cripping the mat cuz

[hook]

[tri]
been real off top, cause 200 clan be the god d-mn block
real what i am, and the sh-t won’t stop
haters they plot, want it with me not
make your body drop, one blow one shot
tri in this b-tch, and the clip’s what i claim
a.k.a. yellow dame, hot as fire spitting flame
recognize ‘fore i came, no lie untamed
what these n-ggas trying to bring, ain’t nothing ain’t a thang
got k!llers in the clip, got k!llers in the grove
got k!llers in the north, and the south slow your roll
‘fore you end up knocked off, wanna play me for soft
b-tch -ss gon get lost, in a river pay the cost
what you wanna do blood, chill out or get drug
peel out or get plugged, p-ssy n-gga what the f-ck
yeah i might be small, but i got a lot of clout
representing out the south, hold your tongue watch your mouth

[hook]

(-talking-)
if that ain’t, self explanatory right there
these marks gotta understand, it’s real in the field
can’t put another fo’ motherf-ckers together, that’s gon shut sh-t down like this
b-tch -ss n-gga need to go back to they pen and pad, and rewrite they sh-t
we do sh-t like this, everyday all day mayn
-ssh0l- by nature, g-maab entertainment
you know i’m saying it go down, southside’s finest
ay you know i respect that d-town, i gotta shout out oak cliff
all the rest of the hood, you know it’s southwest over here homie for real

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