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letra de true to da game - infinite mass

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: bechir]
i’ fin’ to do this b-tch it ain’t no stoppin’
bashir’s the name ho, for those who don’t know
well [?] b dog, but ain’t gang bangin’
no bloodin’, no crippin’, not even set trippin’
i got a gang [?] with hustlas
raised in the hood b-tch and so it’s all good
this sh-t be pumpin’ like the bigga figga (haha)
whatever ride you be rollin’ in n-gga
top three mothaf-ckas layin’ it down so
don’t even flex on the sound negro
you see i straight don’t give a f-ck
make a 186 move if you press your luck
fake wannabe, [?] og
original crazy original gangsta phony
a lot of mothaf-ckas around they stays bitter
sh-t n-gga, you bеtter make way and i’ma get it on

[verse 2]
old schol bеats from out the jam
the mass, gots the crowd wantin’ us like uncle sam
and i hook you up with a kind of wild
lyrical flow, except pickin’ up a freestyle
from the heavy to the old type of class
the mass harass new school folks with a passion
feelin’ the function or what?
try to unite [?]
a hip hop nation so thick, yeah like an infinite clique
and where the new school fools fall off beat, rhymes it make me sick
the mass a set of homies takin’ over
well allright y’all
[verse 3]
goin’ nationwide with this clique right here
still try to survive in blood, sweat and tears
everybody wanna be in, ’cause they know we in it to win
in the shows, the video, the tour, check out the [?]
three years ago we had no lp on the radio
no clubs to rock, no ho’s at our show
the years went by, we got a record deal
rooftop recognized us and the sh-t was for real
we made a album, video, the tour was on go
with a liveback , rockin’ that sh-t we felt the p funk
not like back in the days when we used to have fun
rockin’ the beats, you know my uzi weighs a ton
by now all this is a business, feel me?
you gotta stack the chips legally, feel me, hear me?
we love the music and always will
the mass will never go pop to hit the billboard top so chill

[verse 4]
wa-da-da-dem, warda-da-da-dem
listen to me nine millimeter go blaow
wa-da-da-dem, warda-da-da-dem
infinite mass the clique rollin’ on them things
cause me roll in a [?] impala car’ah
rod, championship infinite super star’ah
r-o-d rinkeby [?]—–
——dj and breakers with the runnah
make you wanna runnah
from me nine milli gunnah
ba-da-ba-pa-bai, ba-da-ba-pa-bai
from a europe, arabia and uruguay’ah
’cause we gon, ’cause we gon’
’cause we gon’ make you wanna run’ah
’cause we run this super star ting
o what a ting, latino king

- infinite mass

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