Letra de 'Fuck That Shit' de Tru

[master p]
F-f-f-fuck that shit.
If you dont like how Im living well fuck you.
F-f-f-fuck that shit.
If you dont like how Im living well fuck you.

Back to the muthafuckin locs, niggaz wanna joke,
But its time to sell, lets go.
Niggaz talking bout the rich aint hard as dope,
But they better back off because we came up.
Now Im back in the hood with the whole
Sceam selling dope to the muthafuckin dope fiends.
3 keys and the nigga came up,
Too many fiends to keep this muthafuckin game up.
Now Im rapping, niggaz say I win for jyp, sike!

Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit. from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.

Life.
Life in the muthafuckin game,
You know you have to live in the
South to get a muthafuckin name.
Wanna be me, wanna be you,
But they aint down with a fuckin clue.
Talkin that shit for centuries,
? ? ? that hoe never been to penitentery.
Niggaz I hit, niggaz talking shit,
But a nigga that dont quit.
Cant hook the muthafuckin beata,
I pack a fuckin 9 for the suckas that wanna greed us.
Im a nigga on a role to get paid, bitch.

Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.

Back to the muthafuckin fiend,
Back on another niggaz dream.
Niggaz gettin paid by the grouse
And every fuckin body in the hood gotta sell dope.
Because the white man gotta fucking see us sold out,
The ghetto code living and then it blows up.
Niggaz getting jacked for their jewels.
Read bout another nigga on the fuckin news.
Niggaz go trippin, niggaz in there dippin,
But a gold p aint snippin.
Niggaz out whatchin his fuckin back,
Niggaz get stuck like that. fuck that shit.
Fuck that shit. give a nigga a fuckin deal on a job,
Give a nigga the gatt code and teach him how to ride.
Because the way I felt wont pay a nigga rent, he still cant.
You said it makes no sense to take a brotha
To jail for his reputation, when the government is
Drived by the flation.
A brotha gettin beat by the police,
One black judge and you think this shit is sease.
Im sell caine to get my grits, because I cant get a job so...

Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.
Fuck that shit.
>from the city where we never sell out bitch.

Yeah and now you know that the muthafuckin real untouchables
Is straight bumpin that muthafucka
Underground shit to yo muthafuckin speaker.
All you niggaz that think we weak you better jump off,
Before we get a muthafuckin 9mm you crizzome.
In other words all you punk muthafuckas
That out chasin and probation,
And dont wanna see a nigga come up,
You aint nothin but a punk-ass bitch.
Check this out I wanna say fuck that shit to the system,
The punk police,
The radio station that doesnt wanna play our shit,
And all those niggaz that think we cant come up.
Fuck yall too young saying.
Yo g you got something you wanna
Say before we cut out this muthafucka?

[calli g]
Yeah I wanna say fuck the muthafuckin fbi,
The cia and any muthafucka thats playing ? ? ? .
Step up and get quickness in the muthafucka,
Because Im fiending for 187.
Anytime any day. yeah, yeah.
We out this muthafucka, kid cut the music off.
Fuck yall.
Fuck that shit.
Answer the phone p.
Hello?