[Intro]

Yo, Locs, nigga, shit... I know you done whipped up this motherfuckin' dope

But we gonna break these niggas off

But, uh I need to go out and handle my business with some of these niggas

'Cause, uh, niggas out here rappin', or should I say yappin'

They don't realize that, nigga, this is real life, this reality

You know what I'm sayin', nigga, when you say somethin' about a nigga

You got to be ready to die for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'

I mean it's like uh, niggas out here wanna be me, eh

Niggas know the real from the fake, man

I smell the motherfuckin' jealousy everywhere I go, niggas is wearin' it

But, uh... we 'bout to handle this motherfuckin' shit

We gon' set the motherfuckin' record straight (Ugh!)

[Hook]

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

[Verse 1: Master P]

I get swole like a boulder

Bitch I'm a soldier, y'all runnin' from the rollers

I slang tapes like crack

My rhymes so pure hit it with two seven eight come back

And the game won't change 'cause I'm the dopeman

But why y'all niggas still runnin' off at the mouth man

TRU niggas don't talk shit

We in the game stackin' G's, y'all niggas still tryin' to get me

With playas and hustlas

But y'all can't make no money 'cause y'all niggas is bustas

The game won't change

Y'all niggas mad 'cause Master P got some change

Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin' dope

Now y'all buyin' my shit out the record store

And yo baby mama lovin' me

And every time you turn on the TV I feel you muggin' me

But I can't be stopped, can't be stopped

'Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin' rocks

Y'all niggas slangin' bunk rhymes

That's why I'm in the game and I got mines

And y'all Jewish brothers hollerin' that black shit

Quick to sell a motherfucker to the white bitch

For fifteen percent

That ain't enough money to pay my motherfuckin' rent

I made a movie nigga think I'm slangin' coca leaves

Nobody questioned Bill when he smokin' weed

And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson (What?)

Never leave without your Smith and Wesson

[Hook]

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

[Verse 2: Mystikal]

Bitch you went from the man that go "Ahh" and the man that go "Ugh!"

Ought be proof enough to your ass that there just ain't no limit to the shit we doin'

Only way to keep you from sayin' my name is put my dick in yo' mouth

I piss on your porch, shit in your house

Somebody said that nigga was talkin' about me, I heard that

I could fuck you up with words but you don't deserve that

Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin' barber, but hurry back

I take a braid out my own head, whoop yo' ass with one of my plaits

Mad 'cause I'm bringin' home big old shows my nigga with no tax

Jumpin' 'cause we got a bigger fan base and gold plaques

Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas don't understand

Ninety percent of this shit is your business, ten percent of this shit is your timin'

Slangin' tapes across the whole planet

Mystikal, Master P, Silkk the Shocker goin' to keep this bitch jammin'

Above the standard, No Limit is on the charts slammin'

Fuckin' with what we planned they goin' to leave you dead where you standin'

Ain't that fool y'all

[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker]

Real niggas don't fuckin' talk, we be silent, silent

Real niggas don't speak, they speak with fuckin' violence

That's why I play these motherfuckers like hockey

They mad 'cause they hoes jock me

They can't stop me so last result is to copy

See P where they at (There they go, there they go) I spot 'em, I got 'em

Probably mad 'cause we on the top and they on the bottom

See, uh, you run your mouth nigga, I be like nigga what

Tryin' to talk that shit about us, they want to be just like us

They talk about one, talk about all of fuckin' us

Fuck nigga quiet around killers and dealers who don't give a fuck

See I'm on some evil murderous devil shit

Got niggas over niggas head couldn't get off I was the government

(Damn what you say nigga) I roll with niggas with big triggers

I got million dollar shit nigga with big figures (TRU niggas)

And y'all can tell em, we soldiers off the bat

We don't fuck around we stay strapped

Give a fuck what y'all talkin' about you know where we at

Wherever, whenever, however it goes

I wash your mouth out with soap

Rush you straight up you won't say our name no fuckin' more

Here we go

[Hook]

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)

Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

[Outro: Master P]

All y'all fake ass niggas, nigga goin' to get y'all

Cause you know what

A real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his partner

He get caught by the police TRU niggas don't talk

Whenever TRU nigga fall off in the street, he hustles

Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up

They don't need to use other niggas names or another niggas motherfuckin' game

A TRU nigga is a motherfuckin' man, got to stand on his own nigga

All y'all fake niggas, y'all eventually gon' fade with the motherfuckin' wind

Until then nigga we 'bout it 'bout it and rowdy rowdy nigga

No Limit for life

T-R-U, nigga, and when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family

The motherfuckin' group TRU, Master P, C-Murder, and Silkk, nigga

Family, remember that