Tru - You Ain't Sayin' Nothin' lyrics

(feat. Afficial, Master P, Mr. Str8) [Master P] Them TRU Boys Up In Here Gonzilla Ain't Got Nothing On Me [Chorus: Master P] You Ain't Sayin Nothing, n***a, You Ain't Sayin Nothing [x8] [Master P] I'm the truth motherf**er I ball with Mike Bibby I'm in the Calliope project you want me, then come get me When n***az will jack you, them hoes got gats too These kids walk around with golds and tattoos J Prince, The King of The South, I just kept that b**h going n***az disrespect me and I make you stop growing Boz he right here, Hot Boy he right here The New No Limit, n***a this is our year We about money, cars, b**hes, hoes Kicking out windows and knocking down doors I'm a hustler motherf**er, I can't work for the man Put them birds in the van, and holla catch me if he can They feeling me, my enemies mean-mug Still walk up in the club and buy the bars up Like What The What What, Get Beat the f** Up No Limit In This b**h, You better shut the f** up [Chorus] [Mr. Str8] They don't wanna play with me, they scared, ain't said nothing We too deep up in the club, we waiting to start stunting Jumping like you crazy, like n***a you can't fade me Tipsy on that remy, I'm ready to start blazing Like holding the club down, dipping out with cha lady Sprees on my Chevy, they spinning like changed faces Movin through the hood, Choppin like I am racing Boy say "He gone" but show me you can't hate me Yeah this the year, so n***az just disappear n***az gonna expect it from me, I'm right chea You drive, I'm right chea, My n***az, we right chea Riding, Might Drop Em, don't wanna play round here We about money, cars, broads, hoes Kicking out windows and knocking down doors A cup full of remy and a bottle of Mo I light that dro when its time to smoke [Chorus] [Desperado] South West Philly P's Them sawed off stickers, snatch out ya weave You can't see me through the tips on the range It ain't about the money, b**h we got change [Yukon] Gets ya hypnotic, Afficial, we bout it Real n***az up in the club, we ain't smiling [Desperado] Respect on our shirt, my shoes are P Miller Find us on the block with thugs and drug dealers The cuts on our diamonds is sharp as grease It looks like the lights on our masterpieces [Yukon] My team strong so we ready for whatever Bad chicks wit us like we came here together Later on, I might lace something We in the club, hella deep, but your a** wouldn't say something [Mr. Str8] Put your hood in the air, represent your city Free C-Murder and wild out with me [Chorus x2]