[Mia X]
  1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma.
  Click tight, for life, family ties.
  That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga.
  All for one and one for all, that's how we ball.
  
  TRU, forever, that's my family
  We be's on top the cheddar pile
  Wet you up like the Nile
  Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes
  Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9
  Mia's kid sister, buckin misters and misses for figures
  Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya
  It's the biggest mamma showin love to my sons and brothers
  And we gon blow the roof right off this muthafucka
  For the niggaz ridin with this TRU click, it ain't No Limit
  To my loyalty and strong arm authority
  Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap opera
  Downtown hoes unload when the ??? choppers knock ya
  Head off in a split, put ya lips
  Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment
  For this click, I don't mind dyin, takin a stand
  In line, while bustin my 9
  I'm tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration
  We ain't bout fakin
  We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon
  Takin no shorts and nothing that'll do
  I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever TRU
  
  Chorus (4X) I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead (we bout it, bout it)
  TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)
  
  [Master P]
  Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock
  I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks
  Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier
  Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya
  But my homegirl is hella hard
  Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large
  Gangbangin on this dope set
  Smoke any nigga, bitch a click, like a cigarette
  Now that's one to grow on
  If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on
  Cause we be bout killin, bout murder
  Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles
  Hustlin hard to pay the rent
  Mamma cryin cause I know this don't make no fuckin sense
  But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs
  To stake my keys, to make OZs
  Work in the project
  An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack
  TRU niggaz stick together cause we ballin
  One for all, if we fallin
  
  Chorus (4X)
  
  [C-Murder]
  I'm tatooed up (No Limit) and TRU to the game
  Steady mobb'n, you muthafuckas know my name
  Down for whatever at the drop of a dime
  With my TRU niggaz cautious on my rhyme, pick up my 9
  Like that, but we be comin like this
  Don't fuck with this click or ya might get lynched
  Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin
  Due to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin
  No hesitation, you layin a stank
  C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank
  We stick together like crazy glue
  Ya'll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my fickin crew
  Bow down, and give No Lomit it's props
  Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks
  Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas
  P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers
  They asked me would take a bullet for ya homie
  Ready to die for any stomach with a TRU tatoo on it
  Get more support than a city after a hurricane
  Radios and videos, now everybody know my name
  We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew
  No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU
  
  Chorus (3X)
  
  [Silkk]
  4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew
  Nigga, it's a must, it's a trust
  If ya tell me what aim, I'm a bust
  See one by one, niggaz doin shows month by month
  We ain't nothin nice
  TRU niggaz roll tight like fuckin blunts
  Fuck them bustas that lookin for us
  Nigga, we ain't hard to find
  Fuck em, hidin, I'm probably makin a 500 SEL
  With my convertible top down
  And my cellular phone just ridin
  Mia told me, represent
  Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies
  Would you take a bullet for the president?
  Nah, but I'd take a bullet for my TRU homie
  I thought you knew, homie
  Ya'll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas
  We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers
  Everything I know
  Been got in for murder to muthafuckin kidnappin
  Ya'll mad cause we hustle, ya'll ain't
  Ya'll mad cause ya'll can't stack bank
  I'm actin bad for the tank
  Ya'll do what ya'll could, I'll do what ya'll can't
  Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just like dank
  For everytime I'm puttin in work, add stripes to my rank
  Nigga, we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha
  Nigga, if ya ball, I'm there for ya, if ya fall
  I'm gon catch ya
  Cause I'm gon put it down for all my hustlas
  Who be nationwide ballin
  TRU niggaz ain't fallin, we callin
  From California to New Orleans
  Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I'll never do
  Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I'm 4ever TRU
  
  Chorus and fade
  (I thought you knew, Mia X, C-Murder, Master P, Silkk the Shocker
  4ever TRU, 4ever TRU, TRU, TRU, TRU...)