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lirik lagu tru life - snitch set (the diplomats diss)

[intro: tru life & [?]]
what’s up riders?
what it do tru?
i see all the birds is flyin’ south, my dude
lookin’ at one pink one right there
~boom~
uh, yeah, get, get that other one right there with the bandanna (the one with the bandanna?)
yeah, yeah that one right there
i got ’em
got ’em
yea, baby ([?])
look they out, my nig, (that’s the one with the jheri curl right there) get it, get ’em, hurry up, get ’em
yeah that other one right there too
the purple one?
yea, yea, that one
uh
yea
i really ain’t wanna do this (n~gga, better run for they, uh, uh)
but we got clear some sh~t up back home (uh, uh, uh, uh)
it’s the new new york, motherf~ckers (roc la famil, we back in the building)
let’s go

[chorus: tru life]
when that car rolls up and that window comes down bryd gang better run for they life (they life)
we ain’t playin’ ’round here, sh~t’s real around here, motherf~cker you could lose your life (your life) (yea, yea)
[verse 1: tru life]
you want war? then it’s war what you gon’ get (yea!)
fam’ron we gon’ tighten up your loose lips (smack!)
you sold less records than shaq with the fu~schnicks (hahahahaha)
now you snitching on records, d~mn, you’s a b~tch
said they threw the diamond up before you got shot
this n~gga wanna be 50, (smack) wanna follow pac
one shot for b~tchset takin’ over the roc excuse me takin’ over at koch
[?] [?] my [?] on broadway
my dominicans’ll put one in your face in broad day
your boy jim jones, yeah, he another snitch excuse me jenny jones, another b~tch (you’s a b~tch)
[?] is a rat and that’s who blooded you in and now you gettin’ exposed from the hood to the pin (they snitching)
you heard game, bloodgang’s l.a. sh~t
you from harlem why the f~ck you on l.a. d~ck? (you’s a d~ck rider)
you wore jheri curl tried to be eazy, certified w~nksta, made new york look cheesy
had a song called crunk muzik, ain’t signed to bme
lil’ jon don’t rock with you nor lil scr~ppy (them my n~ggas!)
and your drink is called sizzurp (houston)
facts is facts, biting ass n~ggas better gear up
summer in miami, was hiding from gangsta lou (you was hiding)
wearing them tight pants just ain’t what the gangstas do
you sayin’ hov can’t dress
your wearing motorcycle chains, muscle shirts and v necks (hahahaha)
you pink banging bunnies, gangsta rejects, gon’ spend winters in miami with trey songz (uh~huh)
cause when i see you we waving them trey longs
you had a song called you ain’t drunk (you ain’t drunk)
if you ask me it sounding like you was crunk (you was crunk, n~gga)
bad boy, dipset, hottest in the south
if i was jeezy i’da punched you and puff in the mouth (what up jeezy?)
you a bird and i guess all the birds fly south
d~ck rider, i’ma put this 45 in your mouth
got shot at, at the rucker then you call me (you called me)
beggin’ and pleadin’ to bring all the [?] and heaters on me (that’s right)
i [?] the riders off you (uh~huh)
out in l.a., now when they see you they puttin’ holes through your pelle (let ’em know)
rap is full contact, n~gga ya smell me?
[chorus: tru life]
when that car rolls up and that window comes down bryd gang better run for they life (they life)
we ain’t playin’ ’round here, sh~t’s real around here, motherf~cker you could lose your life (your life)

[verse 2: tru life]
uh
juelz bandanna must’ve heard what i said (you ain’t hear?)
i’ma slap the bandanna off your f~ckin’ head
gave him a christmas pass, was with his nephews ([?] [?])
you was scared to death, right there we could’ve left you
the bandanna smacker ak banana clapper
i’ma have you like “ay” when we point ’em at you
dissed you at the [?] (hahahaha)
then you gave me dap (you [?])
n~gga you pure p~ssy, yea, you a puttycat
go on the radio and act like you don’t know me (you don’t know?)
i put a check on your face like a pair of ponies
dipset? nah you mean percocet (yea!)
you lil pill junkie n~ggas is a nervous wreck (hahaha)
no anthrax here just workin’ techs (uh~uh)
you so not new york, n~gga your movement’s fake
i be proud of you if you did the harlem shake ([?] [?])
ya dig? ya dig? your slang’s even outta town (haha, yea)
i’m in the streets all day, boy, you outta bounds
your game’s is over, yea, n~gga, lights out
how you a rider and your own hood got stomped out? (huh?)
if cam’s a blood i guess he’s watchdog (haha)
cause he ain’t do nothing, (oooh, man) all he did was watch, dog
cocaine city, proof is in the puddin’, brooklyn n~ggas did you dirty, you softer than puddin’ (wow)
sold [?] dream now ya [?] [?] [?]
put vests on your back, had you riding with locs (me!)
don’t believe me? ask cousin jojo (that’s right)
had you with young dre and cartoon from 6~o
i’m a global gangsta, you a w~nksta that’s loco (yea)
new new york got the game in a chokehold (we gon’ push the [?] motherf~cker)
motherf~ckers
[chorus: tru life]
when that car rolls up and that window comes down bryd gang better run for they life (they life)
we ain’t playin’ ’round here, sh~t’s real around here, motherf~cker you could lose your life (your life)

[outro: tru life]
you could lose your life around here, motherf~cker (yea!)
y’all know what the f~ck this is, jenny jones i know (yea!) your b~tch ass well
i don’ put bulletproofs on your motherf~ckin’ back, n~gga
squash beef for your f~ggot ass all across the motherf~ckin’ country, n~gga (yea!)
n~ggas in the south ain’t not know what it is, n~gga, but i know
you a b~tch (that’s right)
you spent summer in motherf~ckin’ miami hidin’, n~gga, scared to go to your motherf~ckin’ block, n~gga, hidin’ from gangsta lou, n~gga (hahahahahahaha)
you know i know, n~gga, you was sittin’ up there like “n~gga i ain’t used to this sh~t, i’m used to sittin’ on 40th, ([?] [?]) smokin’ blunts” you was scared, motherf~cker ([?] [?] [?])
i rode around protecting your b~tch ass, n~gga
runnin’ ’round now with that motherf~ckin’ videotape
tryna blackmail me, n~gga (hahahaha)
can’t do that to a g, n~gga (yea)
tryna get 50 and them n~ggas to come after me
tried to get my n~gga snoop to turn on me ’cause you scared, n~gga
cause you can’t handle a motherf~ckin’ beef with me, you f~ggot ([?] [?] [?] [?])
when i see you i’ma slap your motherf~ckin’ bandanna off your head, juelz too, n~gga
let me catch you in that motherf~ckin’ def jam buildin’
in the streets
in the south, n~gga, out west (yea!)
wherever i see you motherf~ckers, n~gga (yea!)
ya’ll want war, n~gga? i got my money up, motherf~ckers
ya’ll wanna be 2pac? let’s go, n~gga
had you in the back of my n~gga 7~4~5
n~ggas was checking yo tattoos, see if you had blood on your arm
you was like “i like the crips more than i like the bloods”
you confused lil motherf~cker
you’s a b~tch, n~gga (hahahaha)
man the f~ck up, n~gga
stand in a soldier’s formation, n~gga, and bow the f~ck down to sum greater, n~gga (what)
you in the presence of sum greater, n~gga
bow the f~ck down, n~gga
men don’t wear pink, f~cker (uh~uh)
pink banging bunnies (hahaha)
juelz i should’a slapped you in the bahamas, i had plenty of times to slap you
n~gga when i dissed ya’ll n~ggas at the bahamas, you gave me five
i seen you in the [?], you gave me five and i pressed your b~tch ass and i gave you a pass ’cause you was with your nephew and your wife
next time i see you it’s no more passes, n~gga
i hope you bought that little n~gga a big bicycle for christmas, n~gga (please)
cause i’ma smack your motherf~ckin’ bandanna off your head, n~gga ([?] [?])
let me see you, n~gga
yea (ho ass n~ggas)
eastside
ghetto inmates, n~gga, the wait is over, we here now, let’s ride, baby, i’m built for this, n~gga (yea, yea)
let’s go (yea, yea)
tru life
roc la (yea)
ho ass n~ggas, mane
who the f~ck calls up a lawyer, n~gga
talkin’ ’bout…”i~i~i want a hundred thousand or i’m puttin’ this tape out, tru life is goin’ crazy on this tape, he’s dissing your clients” (hahaha)
you a f~ckin’ f~g
runnin’ up tryna call other n~ggas and all that, call me, n~gga, if it’s drama
talk about when i dissed your b~tch ass, motherf~cker, huh, put that part of the tape out if you wanna put anything out, motherf~cker
new york city, let the truth be home, n~gga
and let the motherf~ckin’ games begin
i’m ready, n~gga
got the level threes on deck, n~gga
and them ks, n~gga, and the riders is ready to ride, n~gga
from the chi, to l.a., new york, n~gga, the south, everywhere, n~gga, i push the line it’s gon’ be a problem, motherf~ckers
oh yeah
i know your stomach hurt right now
“my stomach hurt” always complaining about your motherf~ckin’ stomach you f~g ass n~gga ’cause you always scared, ho, let’s go
roc la familia, gotta get familiar

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