Tru 2 Life Playas

[Verse 1] Kinda like tha mafia if you ask me, who's that? All of them ridas from ORC, why's that? Cuz we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes and preach to street bikers Or convicts in ricers There never ain't no telling what we gonna do Cuz when you think we through We come back hit you Wit another hit, ain't no stopping me and my gang Boneybone Corleone from the MTV cut fame Same rapper and same rider, Westsider Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter, that's real Now throw in tha sky if you down wit me I represent that organized rhyme family Family tree consist of demon killas Reaching drug dealers and top billas making scrilla Livin' in white villas, using guerilla tactics to reach crypts and bloods And all tha thugs that are looking for love [Hook] We's them rhyme sayers, true 2 life plays Dippin' in navigators not trippin' on all you haters Making rider music strictly for tha Creator Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders [Verse 2] From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangers Where rap sangers lowride and talk about 'em colored bandanas Ducking from one time, California sunshine Projects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major crimes Primetime couldn't paint a better picture Best beware of them locs and O.G.'s from them thugs hit ya Cuz where we from it's straight scandalous, Los Angeles Ain't too many players or ridas that can handle us Slugs flying in every direction you look Got homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hooked Ain't this a shame, that's why me and my gang preachin', like deacons To bloods, crips, Latinos, Blacks and Puerto Ricans Every weekend we be speakin' and preachin', teachin' How we need to be reachin' tha heathen, sleepin' While tha devils creepin' meetin' to put these suckas names on contracts And lift up and raise up tha King of kings like a car jack! [Verse 3] We making moves like a U-Haul Playa haters don't get it twisted like RuPaul We don G's and family, that stick together like Siamese twins And Chinese steam rice from Chang Lee's I'm tha, Bone Corleone wit Lucky Luciano, Kevin Blanco and Mr. Donnie Brasco E-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua, my little patna that we be calling Jimmy Hoffa Can't forget about Chase Gigant, cuz when I rhyme say he makes'em beats bomb bay Hot like picante, this is tha click that I be talking about So if you ain't down wit us then back up before you get clowned