Master P: TRU niggaz stand... 

Silkk (Master P echoing): Raise your right hand. Repeat after me. I

pledge 

allegiance, to the game of the United Streets of A-fucking-merica. And 

not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the 

dope game, with liberty and money for all. Gangstas that is, gangstas 

that is... 



Chorus: Gangstas make the world go round, Gangstas make the world

go round, 

I know, I know 

Gangstas...round, gangstas..round, you know, you know 

Gangstas...round, gangstas...round, we know, we know 

Gangstas...round, gangstas...round. 



[Silkk] 

Hah! I live and die, so I'm a die by the 9 

Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime 

Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch 

187, don't make me whistle, bitch 

I never know, for sho, picture this 

Never die, bitch, never die, say a damn thang 

Canes in the chains, became the dope thang 

Snortin some cane will make you do some strange thangs 

I don't know why I idolize gangstas like Tony Montana, 

Lucky Luciano, probably cause they went out bangin 

Gangstas like Machine Gun Kelly 

Rest in peace 2Pac, AKA Makaveli 

He run the chamber for danger, can't understand why these strangers 

Wanna ride with us killas, but they can't fuck when we hang em 

Gangstas like Kadofy, John fuckin Gotti 

Ain't fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty 

Gangstas 



Chorus 



[Master P] 

Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Just a young nigga hangin with the thugs 

From the ghetto so a nigga learned to slang drugs, 

From OZs, to flip keys, 

Eye blood red shot nigga smokin dank weed 

And quick to slap a bitch in a minute 

Fiends better have my money, I mean every penny 

Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas 

Fuck school, tryin to serve a clucka 

And moms, wish she never had me 

Cause I'm a nigga on the block slangin candy 

Ready to die for this true shit 

Takin penetentiary chances tryin to get rich 

My role models Frank Nitti, Scarface, and John Gotti 

Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it 



Chorus 



[C-Murder] 

Throw your muthafuckin guns up (TRU!) 

Cause I represent Gangsta Day (uh-huh) 

A g-a-n-g-s to the t-a 

Ain't lookin for no shit but if shit comes (what's up, what's up) 

Ready to turn your muthafuckin body numb 

And fuck the pen, cause if I go to jail again 

I pop a plea, and I'm free, in 5 to 10 (outee) 

A nigga talk shit so I banged and I step 

Another notch upon my rep (killa) 

Like the last tape a nigga say fuck you hoes, 

Now I'm turnin bustas, into John Does 

I'm the nigga with TRU upon my back (C-Murder) 

A gangsta that's strapped so you can't jack 

Ain't nuthin but killas on my team, (soldiers) 

And I'm hangin with the Shocker and the Ice Cream 

Beware, my mental status is flawed, (crazy) 

Start bangin and muthafuckas get lost, 

You got drama with this muthafuckin TRU click? (uh-oh, uh-oh) 

Big Worm, this nigga need his wig split 

Take him to the river, cut his head off (cut it) 

Target practice for my goddam sawed off 

That's how we handle shit, in my town 

Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round 



[Mr. Serv-On] 

Round and round you go, 

Now tell me who's the realest muthafucka that you know 

Black Lucianio, hangin niggaz out the window 

like a fat pig and ?Ferejano? 

Winnin gun battles like Geronimo 

Say hello to my new friend, Mr. MAC-10, 

With the infrared grin, I can't pretend, 

Who I be, the S-E-R-V aka Billy Badgate 

Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face 

Catchin chase for my case for murder, you ain't never heard of a 

Nigga, with nuts big like bison, 

Unified, gangstafied champ like Tyson, world introducin 

Young Billy Blast Em Up, I gives a fuck, all about my double up 

Catchin bubble up, now I'm here to let you know 

bitch you better give it up 

Don't lay it down, I'll make your world go round 



[Master P] 

TRU niggaz make the world go round 

gangstas make the world go round (repeat 2X) 



Chorus and fade