Tru - I Always Feel Like (Somebody's Watchin Me) Lyrics

Tru - I Always Feel Like (Somebody's Watchin Me) Video

See y'all niggaz think I'm tripping cause I'm on that doja

See y'all true niggaz

One reason I'm spiitin this game to y'all niggaz

Nigga cause I want y'all niggaz to watch ya motherfuckin self

Motherfuckin f-e-d's be followin niggaz out in the projects

All in a niggaz car, all on planes and boats

Just like deez niggaz and deez hoes

Tired of motherfuckers followin me man take another route

Nigga somebody else, keep ya eyes open fool

 

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I always feel like somebody's watchin me

I'm paranoid I can't sleep I'm in this dope game

I think these hoes and these niggas out to get me man

 

I ain't never had nothing in my whole life

I'm from the ghetto grew up on eggs and rice

I'm paranoid, I can't sleep cause I done stole a key

Peep out the window unmarked car after me

My little homie down stairs hollerin 5.0

But I ain't runnin from no motherfuckin white folks

I got the a-k spray hit the window (lay it down) duck

So nigga holler God damn, hit him in the trunk

The dogs chase me but a nigga ran through the back

That's when I seen dope and willy in the cadillac

They said p where ya going man get in

Put the gat to his head said interstate 10

Play it off, play it off while I do a trick

Take me to the project to meet my bitch

100 g's, 2 keys, and a bullet-proof vest, like

Billy the kid I got some pussy and headed to the west

 

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I was pullin up out the driveway

Car been parked since friday

I looked and look back it wasn't there

But I saw him followin on the highway

And I today know that I'm gonna blast

See I don't know who's in it cause the cars windows were tinted

And I be seeing shit that ain't it ain't there

But I be seein shit, I be in places without even bein seen there

But be seen in places without even bein there

And it seems like I'm in a different time zone

This dope game got my mind gone got my mind gone

Be having nightmares in the day, I be woke but I be sleep

I looked at shock the nigga but I turned around and it was me

It got me noid, it got me noid

It got me noid, but I ain't paranoid

 

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I beez more paranoid than a fugitive

Because I choose to live pro life

When it comes to mine my ruger 9's on cock

For all them haters with the scandolous plots

The red dot marks the spot for my nineteen shots

But I forgot the way they did ya boy

That's why I'm never on the streets without my plastic toy

They wanna trap me kidnap me duct tape my mouth

Torture me until I tell em about my man and point the dope house out

I used to be about the same drama game

That's why I'm two steps ahead of you gutter brains

You know the name mia x the biggest momma

Ghetto sara lee at the store

Betty crocker when I choppa fo' sho'

The evil eyes be watching cause niggaz be always

Tryin to get in the best players spot and knockin

Motherfuckers head off and kris krossin

Throw in mo salt than martin

When it rains it pours, horns with the rough tones

They try to get me slung on my back

Got to watch the jealousy acts so black

My eyes be in the front and the back and the sides peepin

For all them crooks that be out creepin

I feel they watchin me

 

They watchin but true soldiers don't die they multiply

Keep an open eye for all them haters

 

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Tru - No Limit Soldiers Lyrics

Tru - No Limit Soldiers Video

master p

Whazzup with all y'all tru niggaz

Uuhhh, at ease!

And truettes

Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller

This ya motherfuckin colonel

Rest in peace tupac

Of the motherfuckin team

And all y'all up there soldiers

Whazzup big boz, nigga!

Master p

I got c-murder with me

T-scot

L.d.

Silkk the shocker

Big mo

Gangsta t

And you know what?

Big man

 

We no limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 6x)

Mr. serv on

Mia x

Klc

Mo b. dick

Craig b

Hope nigga!

So bitch get ya mind right -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2x)

Kane and abel

Skull duggery

We no limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2x)

T-r-u

All y'all motherfuckin tru soldiers

 

Verse one: master p

 

Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes

Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope

Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me

Cause I'm the hardest motherfucker, out here rockin

I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades

I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid

I've got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope

Got niggaz and g's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's

Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than cato

Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes

Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name

Master p up in chain, is he dead he's a man

But I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain't trustin

I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin

No bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka

Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle

With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders

Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja

Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride

Killers with attitudes, but ready to die

Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked

Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed

Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat

Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that

Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy

Ask any motherfucker in america they'll tell ya, we bout it

Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think

Lose ya life if you blink

Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause

 

Chorus: master p

 

We no limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 8x)

 

Verse two: silkk the shocker

 

Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble

Hit em with left blows

Fuck it got death blows

Ready to got to war? let's go!

We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it

No limit soldiers, close your eyes

Now picture me foldin dollar bills

I stay fuckin tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya

Nigga I come to life and I scare all y'all bustas like freddy kruger

Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga

Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y'all niggaz

Cause I'm so fuckin t-r-u, representin I thought you knew

Cause killas killas killas

That's all I be around, nigga fuckin fool

About face, this no limit soldier

One to the two to the three (hah hah)

Nigga I tried to told ya

Everybody quiet.... while I load up this rifle (attention!)

Now all my soldiers start fightin

It's time -- to go deep cover

Get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly

Really, go deep like jim kelly

Fuck it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly

Think we playin bitch, well we ain't

I heard we had drama motherfucker

Put up the benz and now we drive the tank

Cause all I want to be was a soldier

All I want to be was a soldier, soldier

 

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Verse three: c-murder

 

I'm a no limit motherfuckin soldier till I die

We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face

I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe

3rd ward, I'm from that motherfuckin calliope

Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers

Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers

Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea

Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees

Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies kane and abel

No limit, the world's number one fuckin rap label (worldwide)

Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts

I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts

Dope slanga, now I'm slangin cd's

A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys

Tru tattooed on my back bitch thats my click

Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit

I say no limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody

Organized by p or should I say, john gotti

Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me

But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me

Like skull I'm a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya

We be some motherfuckin no limit tru soldiers

 

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Verse four: mia x

 

Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot

Top priorities the family dope and royalty

My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz

No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers

Trust my pen is an infa-red

Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em

They split ya head (pssssh) wide open

My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one

Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic

My shit so tight, it's more correct than right, when I recite

Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz

Perpetratin behind water gun triggers

Hurry up and figure out that studio gotti's catch hotties to the mouth

Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that bitch from the south

Mia x hoes, you don't want no problems

Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one

To come stompin out the n.o., the crescent

Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I'm flexin on your whole crew

Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist

Ya talkin shit, I'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I'm walkin wit

The big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as ever

Full of, verbal annhilation

Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't

I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank

No limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest

To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit

In reach, so we can touch yo' ass

And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers

 

Chorus 3/4

 

I thought I told ya

Tru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos

Soldiers foe life nigga

Jumpin off the tank

Stay true to the gizame

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