[C-Murder talking]
   What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka
   nigga talkin' bout keep it real nigga this the realest shit you
   gonna run up on ya dig TRU nigga what's happn' No Limit forever
   lil' daddy it's cool let me holla at ya dawg check this real shit out
  
   [C-Murder]
   Nigga nigga I'mma rider never gave a fuck about the other side
   Me & my niggas we love to get high
   An break the rules
   Like fools on a mission cause we thugged out & trapped
   I only give my real niggas dap
   Me & my click is so close it's fucked up
   My nigga Nu got drunk & yet we all throwed up
   An showed up ready to blow some shit up like Castro
   These niggas bout to straight get plucked
   I'mma millionaire
   These ghetto niggas put me there
   Showed me love
   Nigga pass the dub
   It's a TRU thang
   Respect it like your last name
   Or get touched boy
   I don't give a fuck boy
  
   C-Murder:(Chorus)
   No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
   TRU niggas on a mission muggin' in club niggas
   No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
   TRU niggas on a mission don't give a fuck nigga
   [Reapeat]
  
   [Afficial group member #1]
   Pull out the Porsh chicks run to the car
   Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars
   I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood
   Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge
   Fuck it I'll do the sentence lift weights & read books
   Make me a millionaire in jail wit a mill on my books
   Only understand crooks ya'll niggas is suckers
   I'm in a booth waitin' for a CEO to front us
   I got the hood relyin' on me not to mention myself
   So if the drug game dead I can rely on my wealth
   Nine outta ten niggas is haters I'm the other one
   Like startin' fires that blazes & stackin' my funds
  
   [Afficial group member #2]
   Uh hu I bet ya'll love the way I flips em' out
   Funny guy hu now watch how these clips come out
   I done took it where ya'll can't go now how bout that
   I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats
   An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough
   An throw it at you like a chick who don't get it enough
   What is it X-ray vision the way I see thru this cats
   That's why I roll wit thugs who love the squeeze them mac's
   Remember back til' when we hid them stacks in alley ways
   Now we keep that dough comin' & goin' like holiday's
  
   Chorus(4X)