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 the city 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)