1nce Upon a Time

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TRU (The Real Untouchables) was an American hip hop group from Richmond to New Orleans, which originally consisted of Master P, C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker, King George, Big Ed, Cali G, Sonya C, Chilee Powdah and Milkman, before being shortened to just Master P, C-Murder and Silkk the Shocker. The group's first two releases, 1993's Who's Da Killer? and 1994's Understanding the Criminal Mind, were released independently through In-a-minute Records. In 1995, the group was shortened to include just the three Miller brothers and the trio released their third album True on No Limit Records, which was just getting started. It was followed by Tru 2 da Game in 1997 and Da Crime Family in 1999. However by 2003 No Limit had fell on hard times and was shut down. TRU ret… more »

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1997

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featuring see Loc 

[Silkk The Shocker] 
Once upon a time in a crack house (a crack house) 
a nigga was chopping up a key (a key) 
It was drought season (season) 
And everybody was fiending (fiending) 
So they had to come and buy their dope from me 

It all started back in the crack house 
When I was counting up some dope and some mail 
Now beaucoup pagers for sale 
But I ain't have no more fucking yail 
I had to get me some more 
But all the dope is stupid move kinda slow 
Black Adam we gonna go bust down in Texas 
You know that's where I get my dope at 
Taz was sweating kinda harder 
So I took that plane ride to Georgia 
But just remember that I was sitting on that thang 
And that half that I got down in Florida 
I had a bird but I chopped it up and I put it down to rocks (rocks) 
That's when I make my come up, I hit my fucking block 
Fiends was constant fucking sweating, now get out da door 
I chop dimes to nickels, fuckers want to see me chop some more 
10's grow to 20's, 20's grow to 50's 
We need some yale, holla at your nigga 
Or just come and get me 

[C-Loc] 
Dear God can you hear me 
My love for money's gonna kill me 
Ya got me selling crack to the children 
And its a shame 'cause I love how I'm living 

Peekin out the window, tryin to cope with a run of that indo 
Parinoid as the f*ck while I'm breaking down this kilo 
Like some money to be made, ain't had dope in four days 
As the fiends knock I keep off the block till Mr. gets paid 
Selling phat packs, when I first react it's like dat 
Pay man in flat 
Throwing this block of dope trying to make my money back 
Front you something bitch, front me some dollars 
But if you ain't got no G's, shit nigga I can't hollar 
Cause way down in the Bayou swamps 
When niggas quick to get with some funk 
This hard as the fucker come up 
So the last thang I need is a begging motherfucker 
Stay strapped up, whenever if you will get tapped up 
The dope gang, f*ck 
I live for it, nigga quick to kill for it 
Made 10 G's today, bout to get up and outie 
(Loc, why don't you let your bro hold ten dollars) 
Shit I ain't got it

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