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tru life - snitch set (the diplomats diss) كلمات أغنية

[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

- tru life

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