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(master p) Uh huh, all y’all tru playaz get ya handz in the air Let’s mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out (chorus) Mobb’n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin’ up to no good Mobb’n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin’ up to no good (king george) Rollin thru richmond in my six-fo’ Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues Called master p to get tha scoop Po-po’s on my tail, got a gangsta flu I ain’t goin back to tha staff of chief I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets Watch how I mash on this white chump Front back side 2 side on a speed bump I say,gotta come n get me. with a 350 Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy Straight to the highway, straight to the biway Six deep in the car goin sideways Chorus (silkk) I wanna mobb thru my hood, but I’m feelin kinda tipsy I see my future as a gypsy I see tha picture but it ain’t all clear But I know one thing, I’m not supposed to be here Tha phone rang, collect call from the city Seems c-murder told me to come get him, so you know I had to floss Almost got shortstopped by a cop, so I had to hide my glock Pull down my beanie, so he can’t see me, disappear like a genie Cuz it’s a everyday thangs where I hangs At the rich where I livez, at tha place where I slangs At mobb’n thru tha east bay, each day R-i-c-h-m-o-n-d, to tha ca Where tha playaz be hangin, But I can’t ride slow cuz my hood Aint 9-0-2, 1 to tha 0. And I be puttin in work, mobb’n thru da hood, Have my deez spinnin like the earth (*3x fading*) Chorus (big ed) Comin up in the rich’, rollin up through the darkness Grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless Ease on down tha yellow brick road I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload Cause all that they got luv for me Cash is more important than the ricm’s Now as I flex and floss floss it and flex it Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection Let’s see where your heart is at But mine is in right exact tha g-spot Cause I got the click that fools can’t get But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness My team is cali c, that makes it quick to handle my business If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see Chorus C-murder mobb’n thru da hood, a young g like me ballin Top down, I can hear them hoochies callin Wanna get with me, wanna do me But I ain’t trippin so fire up the doobie I thank god, I’m not in a casket Just the other day, another brother got blasted Comin up, tryna get bigger But I ain’t goin down, like mary j, I get richer Chorus Master p ya, master p, that tru click No limit records, mobb’n thru da hood Like that 500 scl Watch them vogue tires smoke fool..  More Tru Song Lyrics
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