Tru - F*ck That Shit Lyrics
Tru Lyrics
F*ck That Shit Lyrics
(feat. Calli G)
[Master P]
F-F-F-F*ck that shit.
If you don't like how I'm living well f*ck you.
F-F-F-F*ck that shit.
If you don't like how I'm living well f*ck you.
Back to the muthaf*ckin locs, niggaz wanna joke,
but it's time to sell, let's go.
Niggaz talking bout the rich ain't hard as dope,
but they better back off because we came up.
Now I'm back in the hood with the whole
sceam selling dope to the muthaf*ckin dope fiends.
3 keys and the nigga came up,
too many fiends to keep this muthaf*ckin game up.
Now I'm rapping, niggaz say I win for jyp, sike!
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit. From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
Life.
Life in the muthaf*ckin game,
you know you have to live in the
south to get a muthaf*ckin name.
Wanna be me, wanna be you,
but they ain't down with a f*ckin clue.
Talkin that shit for centuries,
[???] that hoe never been to penitentery.
Niggaz I hit, niggaz talking shit,
but a nigga that don't quit.
Can't hook the muthaf*ckin beata,
I pack a f*ckin 9 for the suckas that wanna greed us.
I'm a nigga on a role to get paid, bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
Back to the muthaf*ckin fiend,
back on another niggaz dream.
Niggaz gettin paid by the grouse
and every f*ckin body in the hood gotta sell dope.
Because the white man gotta f*cking see us sold out,
the ghetto code living and then it blows up.
Niggaz getting jacked for their jewels.
Read bout another nigga on the f*ckin news.
Niggaz go trippin, niggaz in there dippin,
but a gold P ain't snippin.
Niggaz out whatchin his f*ckin back,
niggaz get stuck like that. F*ck that shit.
F*ck that shit. Give a nigga a f*ckin deal on a job,
give a nigga the gatt code and teach him how to ride.
Because the way i felt won't pay a nigga rent, he still can't.
You said it makes no sense to take a brotha
to jail for his reputation, when the government is
drived by the flation.
A brotha gettin beat by the police,
one black judge and you think this shit is sease.
I'm sell caine to get my grits, because I can't get a job so...
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Yeah and now you know that the muthaf*ckin Real Untouchables
is straight bumpin that muthaf*cka
underground shit to yo muthaf*ckin speaker.
All you niggaz that think we weak you better jump off,
before we get a muthaf*ckin 9mm you crizzome.
In other words all you punk muthaf*ckas
that out chasin and probation,
and don't wanna see a nigga come up,
you ain't nothin but a punk-ass bitch.
Check this out I wanna say f*ck that shit to the system,
the punk police,
the radio station that doesn't wanna play our shit,
and all those niggaz that think we can't come up.
F*ck ya'll too young saying.
Yo G you got something you wanna
say before we cut out this muthaf*cka?
[Calli G]
Yeah I wanna say f*ck the muthaf*ckin FBI,
the CIA and any muthaf*cka that's playing ???.
Step up and get quickness in the muthaf*cka,
because I'm fiending for 187.
Anytime any day. Yeah, yeah.
We out this muthaf*cka, kid cut the music off.
F*ck ya'll.
F*ck that shit.
Answer the phone P.
Hello!
[Master P]
F-F-F-F*ck that shit.
If you don't like how I'm living well f*ck you.
F-F-F-F*ck that shit.
If you don't like how I'm living well f*ck you.
Back to the muthaf*ckin locs, niggaz wanna joke,
but it's time to sell, let's go.
Niggaz talking bout the rich ain't hard as dope,
but they better back off because we came up.
Now I'm back in the hood with the whole
sceam selling dope to the muthaf*ckin dope fiends.
3 keys and the nigga came up,
too many fiends to keep this muthaf*ckin game up.
Now I'm rapping, niggaz say I win for jyp, sike!
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit. From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
Life.
Life in the muthaf*ckin game,
you know you have to live in the
south to get a muthaf*ckin name.
Wanna be me, wanna be you,
but they ain't down with a f*ckin clue.
Talkin that shit for centuries,
[???] that hoe never been to penitentery.
Niggaz I hit, niggaz talking shit,
but a nigga that don't quit.
Can't hook the muthaf*ckin beata,
I pack a f*ckin 9 for the suckas that wanna greed us.
I'm a nigga on a role to get paid, bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
Back to the muthaf*ckin fiend,
back on another niggaz dream.
Niggaz gettin paid by the grouse
and every f*ckin body in the hood gotta sell dope.
Because the white man gotta f*cking see us sold out,
the ghetto code living and then it blows up.
Niggaz getting jacked for their jewels.
Read bout another nigga on the f*ckin news.
Niggaz go trippin, niggaz in there dippin,
but a gold P ain't snippin.
Niggaz out whatchin his f*ckin back,
niggaz get stuck like that. F*ck that shit.
F*ck that shit. Give a nigga a f*ckin deal on a job,
give a nigga the gatt code and teach him how to ride.
Because the way i felt won't pay a nigga rent, he still can't.
You said it makes no sense to take a brotha
to jail for his reputation, when the government is
drived by the flation.
A brotha gettin beat by the police,
one black judge and you think this shit is sease.
I'm sell caine to get my grits, because I can't get a job so...
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
F*ck that shit.
From the city where we never sell out bitch.
Yeah and now you know that the muthaf*ckin Real Untouchables
is straight bumpin that muthaf*cka
underground shit to yo muthaf*ckin speaker.
All you niggaz that think we weak you better jump off,
before we get a muthaf*ckin 9mm you crizzome.
In other words all you punk muthaf*ckas
that out chasin and probation,
and don't wanna see a nigga come up,
you ain't nothin but a punk-ass bitch.
Check this out I wanna say f*ck that shit to the system,
the punk police,
the radio station that doesn't wanna play our shit,
and all those niggaz that think we can't come up.
F*ck ya'll too young saying.
Yo G you got something you wanna
say before we cut out this muthaf*cka?
[Calli G]
Yeah I wanna say f*ck the muthaf*ckin FBI,
the CIA and any muthaf*cka that's playing ???.
Step up and get quickness in the muthaf*cka,
because I'm fiending for 187.
Anytime any day. Yeah, yeah.
We out this muthaf*cka, kid cut the music off.
F*ck ya'll.
F*ck that shit.
Answer the phone P.
Hello!
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