[Master P]

Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man

Check this out



[Master P]

See I'm a G on the grind 24/7

Don't give a damn if I don't go to heaven

Us G's live bad on the street

I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat



[Silkk]

Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time

Two strikes on my record and a scared mind



[Master P]

So I'm crazy, drive by Miss Daisy

Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies

I know it's sad but I gotta pay the bills

Who gives a fuck about me Jack or Jill



[Silkk]

You know what P, man you right

Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life



[Master P]

And the P won't change

Call me Mr. Rogers or the neighbor dope-man

Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of jail

Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run that ant hill

Some bad cards been dealt

My auntie Marie told my mamma that i'll probably get my cap peeled

And I don't give a fuck

Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck



Chorus: TRU



Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do

Listen baby why you wanna live that life

Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do

Listen baby you know you ain't livin' right

Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do

Listen baby



[Master P]

Silkk kick some shit



[Silkk]

I'll be glad to



[Master P]

Fool, why you live like you live



[Silkk]

Cause I have to

When I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my chick

Tell her i'll be home, cause I don't want that cryin' shit

I wish I could tell her everything would be alright

But if the man let me make it tomorrow, i'll be home that night

And when she hear shots she page me

Havin' nightmares that a nigga's pushin' up daisies

Because i'm hangin' with these killas

She's always tellin' me not to hang with my TRU niggas



Chorus



[Master P]

Young brother in the hood lose his life

Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life

Blame it on this rap shit that I spit

What about these hoovies or this fucked up government

You didn't blame Bush when he bombed Iraq

Or Noreaga when he ??? for sellin' that crack

And it's sad to see a mother cry

It took the beatin' of Rodney King

Hit three-million dollars to realize

That life in the ghetto ain't shit

And OJ wouldn't be on trial if it wasn't a white bitch

I just kick the real, alot of people don't know the deal

They wanted to beat Tyson and Tupac before that went to jail

And it's sad to see this happen

Stars like Michael Jackson on trial now what's really happenin'

And ??? must be a joke

Anita Hille, Clarence Thomas now what's up folks

And no role models to look up to

That's why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and blue

A bastard child without a father figure

I'm not Spice 1, but just another young nigga

Tryin' to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread

Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave



Chorus



Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby

You know you ain't livin' right

It ain't No Limit to these TRU niggas hustling

Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby

You know you ain't livin' right

No-no-no-no-no-no-no