TRU STORY (THA INTRO) Lyrics

I be thuggin by my lonely, these nighaz hatin on me

They be wanting a nigha to tweak out, like a crash dummy

I see nighaz gotta smirk on their face, I ont see shyt funny

Nighaz corrupted tha game like IRobot, call em Sonny

I bring that heat to u nighaz, like it's Sunny

Blood money on my conscience, got my brain a lil foggy

I'm outside wit that ratchet, I'm bout that action let's get active

My aim accurate wit this biych, I ont need no target practice

Once I buck this choppa, Ima hit my target & erase em off tha market

They say that nigha Murdaa ain't to play wit, that nigha brain cells retarded

I'm hearin voices in my head, they talkin to me I think I need sum meds

I done seen nighaz watch they own mans, bled from tha head

This shyt get wicked, nighaz gettin killed for that bread

I heard sum nighaz got 5bandz on my head

Tell em come get it back in blood for that bread, nighaz postin pictures wit a Mac

Nigha that's 2010, me & my nighaz 2024 posted up wit Call of Duty Straps

I'm from tha Murphy, Downtown 20BOYZ where shyt gets deadly

We leave nighaz slump, & tha scene we leave it bloody

Itz a blood bath in my bity, u betta watch tha streetz it gets slippery

Murdaa neva been no hoe, I came out tha wound wit tha smoke

I ain't wit that playin shyt, I got hittaz that's ready to go

I'm slimin shyt, like it's slime season in this biych

My time is now, yo time is up

I'm takin off wit this music shyt

That gangsta shyt u nighaz be talkin, I really lived that lifestyle shyt

Back then I was only two or three, in tha middle of a shootout wit tha Ese's & tha crips

I seen nighaz get they shyt pushed

My mind was traumatized by tha streetz

By tha age of six, I was runnin in that field & I ain't talkin cleats

Puttin tha beats on a nigha, tryna pick on little ole me

Grandma put me in em gloves, & she turnt me to a beast

It was trouble, once tha monster in me was unleashed

Neva kept or took no apology if it was beef nigha, I'm cut from a different cloth where shyt gets critical in these streetz nigha

Put a contract on yo head, now u a target in these streetz nigha

U ain't gon neva see it comin, all my nighaz move in silenced nigha

Ima blood nigha from tha Murphy, everyday I had to keep it on me

It was war in tha game, fightin thru survival like I'm Tony

Nighaz knew I was a threat, so they had sum lames slid on me

Thought they had me lackin, but Murdaa kept a ratchet

380 Ruger wit tha Red Trigga, that biych was active

In tha alley dressed in all black, alot of shots gettin thrown it's pitch black

Nighaz tried they hardest to knock off my hat

Tru Story

Nighaz lost me like Finding Nemo

Sirens in tha background, dogs barkin

Drop tha clip, I gotta reload & get outta there before 12 start comin

I been thuggin since a youngin

I been hustlin gettin money

Nighaz they was scared of me

Back then I was rugged

In tha schools I was totin

Nighaz mad at me, em bad biyches stayed on me