They Can't Stop Us

[Master P](talking)
What's up *************s?
I told y'all it's about to be on, ********* ****
We drop *************t anytime we want to huh
Fell this *************
It's real (explosion) [Verse one]
Flippin' the the game
*************s that got that 'cane
Murder Mr.
*** ***man still in this rap game
It's 1997, my *************s gone to heaven
Rest in peace 2
Pac from Master
P , doin' 2-11s 187
Khadafi, murder
Puttin' *************s in six foot mother******' gurters
If you * ************ with this
TRU clique
************* you gettin' your wig spilt
Who run this gangster rap? (No Limit runnin' this!)
It's 'bout to be it 187
Khadafi Jumpin' on ghetto ****** with these gangster topics
Still makin scrilla
Your neighborhood drug dealer
Ice cream slaingin'
Tattooed up real *************
In the rap game pu*************n' quarters
Flippin' the water, from
Texas to Florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin voodoo on the mother******' chichenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got ************* choppin' game,
I mean this rap *************t in to **** **
Puttin' them in packages, independent spittin' *************t
Standing on stages with bullet-proof vestes, lookin' for other cliques
But who gon' be the next ************* to die in this rap game or drop a hit on the wrong man? '
Cause they talkin' ********* ****t about other *************s
Now it's a war zone, in this rap game (Chorus)
But they can't stop us
TRU *************s
They can't stop us
TRU *************s
They can't stop us
TRU *************s
They can't stop us
TRU *************s [Verse 2] '
Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million other *************s in line
With ghetto ******, bustin' ghetto rhymes y'all
Running from the one time not mines
Posted up, hostin' up like
SOLDIERS!
Down south huster, throwin' bolders
Ready to block like a football player
Got these 17 rounds
FOR Y'ALL
HATERS So jump on this ghetto *************t and come get this wicked ************* t
And jump up on this rap game and watch a ************* spit
Killer, murder topics
Put my goals if y'all think y'all can stop it
Hardcore bangin', hangin' slaingin'
************* down for whatever that's why we bangin' on wax
Into traps
Got Beats by the
Pound like *************s slaingin' sacks
In the 'hood, up to no good
Got *********** **s bout it,
From Baton
Rouge to St.
Louis To Cincinnati
Got *************s lined up in
Atlanta like addicts
Gotta have this gangster *************t
This real *************t >
From this mother** ****'
TRU clique
Ain't givin' up, living raw
And if we die,
************* IT, sell my 'dro
To the next gangster *************
Rest in peace
Easy-E., but
I'm out here makin'
SCRILLA! So ************* y'all white laws
And y'all mother******'.....
POLICE CAR
S !! Comin' through with gangsters and killers
LONG like the mother******' drug dealer '97 to 2000
A.D. little kids wanna be me '
Cause I'm bout it,
I'm rowdy
The government and the press, them mother******s want me outtie
For runnin ' my own *************t
*************s sellin' their company like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents
Break bread
Don't you know 15 percent of what you made?
You a sucker, a clucker
So stop rappin hardcore, you hip-hop mother******s
And stay true to the gizzame
Be about your paper, ************* ************* the fizzame
Third ward **** *********, runnin' the hill
It ain't no limit to this gangster *************t, blunt smokes and keepin' it real
Y'all can't stop us
TRU *************s
Y'all can't stop us
TRU ******** *****s
Y'all can't stop us
TRU *************s '
Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a millon more
TRU *************s [Slikk The Shocker]
************* it be
Slikk choppin ' and kickin' *************t like karate
Fast like a
Mazzeroti
Crime boss like
John Gotti
Look into their face, * ************s afraid of me
Look deeper into their eyes, they scared, yeah y'all busters scared of me '
Cause I flow like water
Run * ************t like
Ki-jana Carter
Tell 'em,
I'mma be there watch (???) like the
French Quarter
Down for whatever
Bow down ************* never
Buck like a
Beretta Wet you up like bad weather
Got fangs like a cobra
Now I got
Range like a rover
You don't ************* with us whether you ****** up like a hangover
From the city where busters lie
From thecity where suckers die
Make way for
P and Silkk, two of the baddest mother******s alive
************* it's your time
************* I want the whole nine
Bust one line, and make *************s change their whole rhyme
I'm the Shocker
Yeah, I got them
It's TRU mother******s, and y'all can't stop us
And it's on (explosion)