Paroles de 'Last Dance' par Tru

(c-murder)
Sometimes I think the lord is testing me
Dont want to go to jail
Im tired of getting arrested g
I know Im spitting when Im sell crack
But to a young nigga like me
A g aint no turning back
Trying to settle down is hopeless
When a nigga and a old lady and a baby
I cant cope with it
A chance is something that I never had
Im standing on this corner
I got my rocks in a skittles bag
Cant make a move without my boy
I wear a bulletproof vest
And watch my back because Im paranoid
You know the ghetto is a trap
Im not tupac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
Raise like a criminal but born a bastard
Visions of a jail or a grave
A closed clasket
Reminizing about my murder friends
But Im proud of selling drugs
Providing my family with these dividends
My nose bad nigga like a rock star
Tired of swolling dope
Everytime I see a cop car
Cant leave this spot
Till all my fuckin crack gone
Six rocks never asked the lord to let me make it home
Cause Im a nigga on the run
If you talk that shit
Im going to have to get my damn gun
Cause I cant take no chances
Either me or you going to die
I guess that will be your last dance

Chorus (master p)
Your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
Fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean bloods spill
On the wall

(master p)
Blood on my palm
And I pack a glock
For these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot

(mia x)
But mia x got your back p
Cause aint no bitch nor these kince
Arent ever going to fade me

(master p)
And if you step to us killers
Then you dead
Cause I sleep with a hk
Tre-8 then missed it in for red

(mia x)
Another braud ass nigga
On this back then if it is on your mind
Then we got this second line in for you

(master p)
In for you
What about you and you
Dont fuck with my crew
Cause Ill do your hoe too
Bust caps on whoever, whenever, however, whereever

(mia x)
So the crowd better start ducking
Cause these no limit tru soldiers
Still aint finish fuckin busting

(master p)
Wont leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. serv-on got life insurance
And Im bout it bout it

(mia x)
Now dont talk about the way we do this
And bitches think they prepared to do this
Prepare to eat some bullets

(master p)
So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth
Aint no butterflying on the floor
But may you rest in peace

Chorus

(c-murder)
Im waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasnt a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
Another victim of the dope game
That nigga tried to rob me off my heroin and coccaine
A lot of pride
A lot of heart
So how you figure
My rep was on the line
Of course I had to kill that nigga
Crepped up on him playing basketball
Rolled down the window
And I shot that bitch with my soud off
Im kind of crazy you cant get me
A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me
Im bout the dope pushing money grope
Just got out of jail
And already back slanging dope
My daddy wasnt there for me g
And my mom left me in the house abonded at the age of three
So dont ask me why Im heartless son
Cause I was raised by some killers
So I guess I gots to be one
Im down for whatever
Murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather
My girl said I wont live long
Im sick because I itilize scarface and al kapone
Wont none of these niggas dont understand me
Master p, king george, and silkk and cali g
So dont fuck with tru man
And if you do
This will be your last dance

Chorus