Lyrics for TRU ?’s by TRU :
(Reporter) we’re sittin here with C-Murder
(C-Murder) whasup
(Reporter) how are you doing?
(C-Murder) alright
(Reporter) so C tell me, how was your life as a youngster

Ruthless, as a child, a juvenile
Ran with TRU, slanged in the meanwhile
Packin, specialize in jackin
Liquor store, dope dealers, brothas and others
Open shop, it’s all about a come up
I’m in a crackhouse waitin on the bubble up
Because I’m a gangsta sellin dope
Strapped with a gat when I role through the Calliope
Bad ass, I never listened to my brother
It went in one ear and out the f*ckin other
Pushin rocks on the block watch the undercover
f*ck a di*k suckin b*tch, yo I ain’t no lover
I’m a killa, dope dealer, looking for some dollars
At 13 I bought a quarter key of powder
Rollin with my fingas on the trigga
Brother don’t ya know you can’t touch this n*gga
A thug, convict, psycho, a criminal
Do you stay open, ganked for your yayo
Big and bad, no respect for the taz
([Reporter] C-Murder did you ever go to jail)
Hell yea, just servin n*ggas heroin
Runnin from the taz, hidin out by the sewers
I’m a TRU n*gga (f*ck em) puttin in work
I wear some baggy ass jabros and a motherf*ckin saints shirt
Slappin all the fiends gettin on my nerves
They get beat, ganked, broke and served (f*ck em)
So you know who I am ho
A No Limit Soldier from the motherf*ckin Calliope

([Reporter] hmm, I see, So you’re very violent)
Always
([Reporter] okay, what would be the situation when you so call
Rob someone)

Waitin, for the witness to leave
I’m bout to do some sh*t you won’t believe
Creep like a G to the back of the house
Look in
All the lights were out
Grabbed the door and it was locked G
But f*ck that sh*t, a n*gga got a spare key
Stuck it in slowly, so he wouldn’t wake up
Infared, ready to blow the place up
Once inside no time for shakin
Lookin for the n*gga and the dope I be taking
Get what you gonna get, n*gga and ride
Or get 25 for a mothaf*ckin homicide
Move quickly but no stuntin
Ssssshhhh, I hear a motherf*cka coming
Lights came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang)
Out the door with the dope that I got
Over the wall, don’t fall
Check my dope cause this was a close call
Getting robbed by the C is a lesson
So, is there any more questions

([Reporter] yes, as a matter of fact there is
Have you ever been involved in like a murder or homicide)
You mean a 1-8-7
(yea)

There da n*gga house goes, but don’t pernt
Cut the lights out so I can case the jernt
Two n*ggas on the couch smoking and a ho
I think Master P was on the muthaf*ckin radio
n*ggas wanna fight when I was chillin in the 9th ward
He shoulda known killin n*ggas makes my di*k hard
(are you sick)
Yea, and I’m cunnin
Told young Silkk to leave the car runnin
Walked in, said b*tch lay it down
I’m not 8-ball, but them n*ggas got clowned
Hurry up mothaf*cka (I’ll kill ya) don’t lag
I wancha dope, jewelry, and all your f*ckin cash
Foo got brave and went for a sawed off
So I shot em all, took their mothaf*ckin heads off
I’m TRU (No Limit) and I’ll serve ya
Down in New Orleans it’s just another murda
Back in the L-zone, Silkk drive on
Threw the gun in the river and hauled on
I’m not like Robin Hood
Cause I want more, rob from the rich
Sell dope to the poor
No Limit is bout it you see, nobody better than me
I give a shout out to my n*gga Eazy-E
(is all that real)
I don’t lie, rest in peace Eazy
See you on the otherside (ya heard me)