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No Limit Soldiers

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

CD's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin

the master key to open all the doors you desire
I’m from a world of jealousy, hatred black to black
They only love you when you gone dead
Destiny awaits don’t

Like they shifting keys,
Of the black stuff,

I enter a space,
Where, I command control,

Like I'm shifting keys,
On a MacBook Pro,

See man clout up,
By

that Nipsey Hussle stole the key, nigga

Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (yeah)
And I stay blunted (yeah)
'Cause I do what I need

Amerikkkan Idol

Joey Bada$$

All-Amerikkkan Bada$$

2017

that, they wanna leave me dead in the ground
And have the nerve to blame it all on my background
Sorry white Amerikkka but I'm about to black out
Got

from nothin' to somethin'
Niggas eased up in the game, I just jumped in
I was sixteen, sellin' CD's and hustlin'
Had to learn fuck niggas, not

bands
Trapping my cds, hitting out the hand
Police passing, peeking
Think I’m selling drugs, I am
Cause every track that smack
Cds gone spin just like

Come in peace
Another black dead by the police
By the Police
They don’t care they coming up inside our home
Our home
Are they cops or robbers nigga I

on quan or bre you hear me man y'all gone have to
Come kill me you feel me all these unarmed black men
Murdered like it's on repeat technology got all over

and pencils
A Black Man
Crack, Tooth, Smile
Shattering the
Dichotomy, of the industry, they said that
“Lyrics are dead,” while I bench press that motherfucker

No Limit Soldiers

Tru

Down South Bounce

2001

CD's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin

kevelli openly crush your whole roster
Juggalos got my CD's in thier lockers
And Ipods bumping that American monster
The horrorcores overcome by
Some

our hearts bled
Crimson rose, redrum, murder, pose, dead

Silver crimson black
Made with sliver crimson black
Made with sliver crimson black
Made with

wouldn't listen
So now I'm on the road passing out my CD's
I been thinking so long that my thoughts turned to 3-D
Triple time that's a 3 piece, wit' some

Throw dirt on my name, picture on a shirt instead of a frame
I'm dead as a doorknob and I got it locked
So fuck every key on your key chain, boy

Them

niggas
Boy you know I'm dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on

At 17, I caught me a felony
Influenced by the movie Belly
I got on all black just like

the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,

Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very

nothing, no
Rest in Peace the dead, that's on my soul
You only die once and then you gone
Who thought we'd be fightin' all along?
Who don't know

Walking through the streets with my backpack on
Got to move sly with them black gloves on
Nigga see me want to take my soul
Flip that around I'm

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them

Throw Em Up

Black

Ghetto D

1997

quarters
From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's
Not every nigga in the hood knows me
Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy
Stayin TRU to the game, and still

the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray