II TRU featuring Ken Dawg

Welcome to my world.  You know the procedure:  nothin' but playas and trues, man.  It's a Jhaz thang, and a sista gets wrecked for her domain.  Plain and simple, Ken Dawg rollin' with II Tru.  Who you wanna bring?  Come along or come strapped--you and click of fools.  AJay, AJay, a shot out to my playa realer, my world'll get with ya.  Let the Jhaz inside of me, feel ya, hit ya.  You don't wanna see us come ball with playas.  No pressure, come along to scrap me and my crew; we got them street sprayers.  Welcome to my world, nothin' but the Jhaz, top class, black jag with the cream rag.  Zigzag?  Nope, the Swisha.  AJay is my click, believe my click'll get with ya, no bull, man, and once again, let me repeat, II Tru forever, runnin' through my veins and heartbeat sweeta seat.  Deep inside this smoke-ingested girl, this Mo Thug click is tight.  Y'all, on the real.  Welcome to my world.

Welcome to my world.  It don't stop, right.
Welcome to my world.  

Ken Dawg:
It's Mo Thug. It's Mo Thug.  It's Mo Thug.  It's Mo Thug.
My mind is open, chokin' on this hit.  Wig splitter, I got it bangin', hangin', doin' my thang and, yeah, these nuts swangin'.  Slangin' these thangs, 'cause I'm Ken Dawg from the C; me and II Tru gonna fade them fake-ass wannabes.  Mo Thug, much love, binding so strong, puttin' it down in this bitch until playa like me gone.  Welcome to my world:  Hennessy until I hurl, got my life on riches, bitches, yeah, you living thorough, but a, I'm a keep it real and keep your head cracked.  Stay blueback off a sac and some Coniac.  Po po--they steadily tryin' to put a playa in the pen.  Welcome to the shit you put a nigga in, right, right. 

Welcome to my world.

Shoot nothin' but hard game.  It's a way that a sister come up on a brother's mental.  True playas 'til the end.  Understand if I gotta get mine, I  pimps 'em.  On the real, though, Brina runnin' game for the means of payment.  Underestimatin' this playa make you wonder where your stash went. Bent, is the way you got me.  Fools, these rules won't save ya.  Testin' this II Tru techniques, rollin' with nothin' but playas.  This Mo Thug click, II Tru been known to break off much grip.  Archie flossin' them realer, (?) tracks up in the nine-six.  In my world, hater playas want to see hustlas die, fall.  Jhaz got my back, uptightly shot, breakin' hits with that Ken Dawg.  It's my call, when it come to them games steady pushin' weekly.  On top of the real, playin' the field, shootin' my regular freely.  Believe me,  my world only got room for trues, so welcome.  Cleveland up in this industry servin' wrecks where I come from.  Gotta maintain composure, representing what becomes this life that this sista leads 'til I reach my point up in this nine-six.

Welcome to my world.
Nine six and so on, let a playa go on.

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