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Trae Tha Truth

Frazier Othel Thompson (born July 3, 1980), better known by his stage name Trae tha Truth or simply Trae, is an American rapper from Houston, Texas. He is a part of the underground rap collective Screwed Up Click. Trae and Z-Ro, along with Dougie D, are the founding members of the group Guerilla Maab. more »

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All my niggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up

I hear haters thinkin something sweet
Pull up, this chopper take him off his feet
You ain't talkin money
Ain't no point of speakin
Bitch, I'm about that action
All you do is cheap
Ain't no other standing, f*ck a conversation
I'm king, respected across the nation
Pull up on a nigga, run up like we racing
I don't catch a charge
Be like a home invasion
I fill up a nigga, like four cups
Asshole by nature, give no fucks
I kill a nigga dead, no toetrucks
It's me, nigga, don't look tough
Don't take much to catch a body
F*ck the Mozerati
Stole it, pull up like a jocky
Grab the Drako, beam him up like he's Scotty
Take care of you, beat him up
Like we was Rocky

All my niggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up

A Lee parked, do ten with Mertin
Young nigga strapped up, leavin bodies dirty
Funny ass nigga, na
We don't joke around a lot one phone call
Have them killers at your mama spot
Camped outside
Like them new Jordans coming out
Bars, na, nigga
You gotta show me what you talkin bout
Tarzan nigga, we don't squobble
We can shoot it out
Now they wanna squosh beef
That's that shit I'm talkin bout
Tats on your face, nigga, don't feel it
Real street niggas go tattoo less
Fre Lil Jordan, bro doin fifty years
It's drank city, bitch, we don't sip beer
Hundred rocket missiles in case
A nigga got ears poppin at your temple
It don't matter where it hit you
Hit m with the money
Lil homies come and get you fuckin with me
All them niggas with me official

All my niggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up

Set the wave, let a nigga slip
Bustin out the band, do it just like TIP
Long ass gun barol, if a nigga try to trip
Let a f*ck nigga get his whole sinked ship
Ride through the hood
Truth lookin like a mennis
If I catch you talkin shit
Make you lookin like a dentist
Doin bidniss with me
I let you know when it's finished
Imma take his ass to the terf
Like a scrimmage king of the streets
When they speakin my name
I feel like the sea, bitch
I'm makin it rain pull up, facts
I set it right through your frame
Don't make m like me, so we are not the same
No matter the color, they know who it is
Got that K with me, like I run with Wiz
Have them niggas come through with me
Like we runnin the biz bidness with TIP
Then he go back to handlin his

All my niggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up

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