Shouts Out (True)

[Master P & Background Master P]
Ha ha, nigga
Blow them mothafuckin' bombs
Dank-ass, y'all don't know nothin' about that dank do, huh?
Nah, they don't be knowin' about that shit
What's up?
Y'all still smokin' that brown weed
Funky mothafuckas (gotta say R.I.P.)
We got that real shit,(to my little brother) gettin' high as a bird
Kevin Miller
TRU mothafucka, (we miss you) No Limit records for life
Can never sell out, never sell out
Y'all know who I'm talkin' about
Gotta say what's up to [?]
Yeah, about to do these mothafuckin' shouts you know what I'm sayin'
'Cause there's a lot of mothafuckas, helped us get through this shit
Player haters get no love
We worldwide, know what I'm sayin', No Limit Records
On the rise, I gotta thank them two, two little bitty ballers, you know what I'm sayin'
Percy and Vercy
Heh, y'all straight up Gs, niggas
What's up Too $hort, nigga
Intylyana, Sonia C
You know I gotta thank the man up above (up above)
One love, yeah
(That nigga Spice 1 be kickin' that gangsta shit)
[?] successfully make this thing happen, know what I'm sayin'
(What's happenin' nigga)
And to this real game, and to this rap game
Yeah, we lived through this shit mane
Ain't no studio on this TRU shit though (oh really)
You know what I'm sayin'
I gotta thank big momma, huh, big daddy (yeah), rest in peace (my folks)
All my homeboys down south, New Orleans, Louisiana
Huh, them mothafuckas, y'all better stop all that mothafuckin' shoot 'em up, bang-bang shit, niggas (what's up Vercy)
And learn how to make your-my own mothafuckin' way out
Don't wait for nobody to (big Percy)make a way out for ya
We representin' though, mothafuckin' (what's up C-Bo, fool)Richmond, California
North side, south side, central
Y'all know that you're in this mothafucka
Huh, we big time now though
(What's up 40-Water)
Gotta thank little Rick, my little homey
(sprinklin' ass nigga, T, Suga T)
That nigga risin' up in this shit, fool
(Awol, y'all in this bitch)
Mafioso, Mr. Frank, D-Boy, and my (JT the Bigga Figga) Mexican partner Mike
(What's up E-A-Ski, nigga)
Keep doin' this shit partna, it's gonna happen
You know I gotta thank, my manager TC
(What's up, CMT, nigga)
Tobin Costen, y'all don't know him mothafuckas, y'all will though
[?] don't give a fuck, but we all real
And that little nigga, Moby Dick
Hookin' up all this dope ass shit
You know I gotta thank K-Lou, huh
[?] that nigga came dope as a mothafucka with them beats for us
Yeah, L-E
You know I gotta thank Funky Fat Graphics (you know it)
Thomas and Tracy, for hookin' a nigga shit up dope
Huh, and you know my nigga Mr. Serve-on in this bitch
His shit comin', y'all better watch out for it
Mia X, good girl gone bad, comin' on your ass real soon mothafucka
I gotta thank the mothafuckin' Priority family, you know what I'm sayin'
Mark [?], crazy ass Ryan Spalding, day 1 nigga, hookin' a nigga up
Huh, and you know the mothafuckin' Ice Cream Man, Ice Cream be out real soon
Master P, doin' his shit, y'all can't even stop this shit though

[Silkk the Shocker]
They can't even stop it dog
[?] it's all good though
This is Silkk, I'ma give a few shots out
Give a shout out to my cousin T
And my auntie Marie, and my big cousin Jimmy
And, um, R.I.P. to GT
And my little homey tryna get paid [?], John and Dave
And my grandmother Mildred, for havin' my mom, so she could have us children
And R.I.P. to my brotha, see you when I get there
You think a nigga don't care
And my nephews and everybody else, I miss you, I'll catch you
And a special shout out to God and my momma

[King George]
Yeah, this is King George
I want to give shots out to my mother, my father, my baby Rachel Nicole
My cousin Rollin, Diamond Red, [?], my sister, Cookie, [?]
My brother-in-law, Maurice, and all my other folks out there, from Oakland to New Orleans, from Richmond, California

[Big Ed]
Yeah, this is Big Ed, I'd like to give thanks to God, for givin' me the strength to see another day
For my mom, for bein' strong enough to raise me by herself and always makin' her way
And to my TRU niggas for always havin' my back no matter the circumstances or the consequences
Peace

[C-Murder]
Yeah, what's up, you know what I'm sayin', it's C-Murder
I wanna give a shout out to all my project homies
My niggas in New Orleans, Texas, California
You know what I'm sayin', my niggas in [?]
That [?] posse, that [?] posse, Saint Bernard, that Magnolia
You know what I'm sayin', my nigga Rasheed [?] that [?]
My nigga locked up..