Haaa, uuuuggggghhhh This is for all the gs ou there We bout it, bout it And g-ettes, I aint forget about yall, uuuugggghhhh Gold look like this here Today I have a half an ounce Tomorrow Ill have a key And if you tryin to get some ice cream Wont you call me, or wont you beep me Looked out the window It must be the giggidy first of the month Cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin and dressed up Little kids havin fun in my neighborhood And fiends walkin up, talkin bout its all good See Im a g, ? ? ? ? ? I got that 2 for 3 And yall a know that I slang, that i-c-e And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames Like v-90, master p, boz, and big man My little homies posted up Some hang, hang, and some slangin Others gang bangin Im tryin to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap And stay tru to the game, and put the town on the map But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents On the curb, posted up with them bouldas And servin fiends, a-1 yola And still tryin stay true with my frist meal Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed And stayin tru to the game, is a part of life And if you dont player, you might lose your life -chorus- Tru 2 da game, tru 2 da game Aint nothin changed but my bank account Im still the same [silkk the shocker] Tryin to have things major, they cant fade me Cash the chips like casino Today Im a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like marino My girl be fussin, she be tussin, constantly buggin Askin me why I be hustlin I got money to make, so motherfuck it Im a keep it real, if it kills me Yall gonna feel me before Im done Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while If not, I dont want none Why I hang with the same ol niggas Thats what they ask me I be like, Im the same ol nigga But stead, right now, I gets my sacks free I gots to stay tru fool, about my motherfuckin mail Ill be a rich ass nigga, yall gonna be visitin me in the jail I gots to ball, cant fall, gotta have things major If you dont believe me, next year round this time Its silkk up on his pager (then ask me) -chorus- [big ed] Bustas cant see me, they blind I claim tru, I thought you knew My foes catch elbows, cause Im on em like a tattoo Man Im layin low like the eyes of a danked out china man Stayin gangstafied While Im tryin to make a million But politicians run for office They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop This Gangsta rap is what they call it But I gots to come with the realness So all my folks can feel this -chorus- [mr. serv-on] Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord that my momma will never weep And let her live in peace and stop spendin a hundred gs up in her sleep When will it stop I guess when they leave me lyin on the block With tears on my glock A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin at crooked cops I guess Im doin what I gotta do As long as I stay tru, until they put me through I know its a shame, thingsll never change I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name Im tru 2 da game -chorus- [master p] Still the same Master p, the whole tru click (yall gonna feel this) Tru to the gizame (tru to da hood) Money cant change you, it just can make you (never forget where I came from) No limit records, down south hustlers (independent black owned) And the west coast bad boyz And I told yall, I can drop something anytime I want to Yall done realized by now, the haters done fell off Cause they aint tru 2 da game I could never forget where I came from Im from the ghetto But I wont ever change Cause Im tru 2 da game, believe that Keepin it real, keepin it real Never sell out, can never sell out Tru 2 da gizame