Tru - f** That sh** lyrics

[master p] F-f-f-f** that sh**. If you don't like how i'm living well f** you. F-f-f-f** that sh**. If you don't like how i'm living well f** you. Back to the muthaf**in locs, n***az wanna joke, But it's time to sell, let's go. n***az 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**in dope fiends. 3 keys and the n***a came up, Too many fiends to keep this muthaf**in game up. Now i'm rapping, n***az say i win for jyp, sike! f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. Life. Life in the muthaf**in game, You know you have to live in the South to get a muthaf**in name. Wanna be me, wanna be you, But they ain't down with a f**in clue. Talkin that sh** for centuries, ??? that hoe never been to penitentery. n***az i hit, n***az talking sh**, But a n***a that don't quit. Can't hook the muthaf**in beata, I pack a f**in 9 for the s**as that wanna greed us. I'm a n***a on a role to get paid, b**h. f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. Back to the muthaf**in fiend, Back on another n***az dream. n***az gettin paid by the grouse And every f**in body in the hood gotta sell dope. Because the white man gotta f**ing see us sold out, The ghetto code living and then it blows up. n***az getting jacked for their j**els. Read bout another n***a on the f**in news. n***az go trippin, n***az in there dippin, But a gold p ain't snippin. n***az out whatchin his f**in back, n***az get stuck like that. f** that sh**. f** that sh**. give a n***a a f**in deal on a job, Give a n***a the gatt code and teach him how to ride. Because the way i felt won't pay a n***a 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 sh** is sease. I'm sell caine to get my grits, because i can't get a job so... f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. f** that sh**. >from the city where we never sell out b**h. Yeah and now you know that the muthaf**in real untouchables Is straight bumpin that muthaf**a Underground sh** to yo muthaf**in speaker. All you n***az that think we weak you better jump off, Before we get a muthaf**in 9mm you crizzome. In other words all you punk muthaf**as That out chasin and probation, And don't wanna see a n***a come up, You ain't nothin but a punk-a** b**h. Check this out i wanna say f** that sh** to the system, The punk police, The radio station that doesn't wanna play our sh**, And all those n***az that think we can't come up. f** ya'll too young saying. Yo g you got something you wanna Say before we cut out this muthaf**a? [calli g] Yeah i wanna say f** the muthaf**in fbi, The cia and any muthaf**a that's playing ???. Step up and get quickness in the muthaf**a, Because i'm fiending for 187. Anytime any day. yeah, yeah. We out this muthaf**a, kid cut the music off. f** ya'll. f** that sh**. Answer the phone p. Hello?