True 2 You

[Intro: Prodeje]
From the blocks of South Central
To the hoods of Geneva
It's your boy Big Prod
Doing it with my boyz from MurdaFunk
Ovaseaz Records
You know we keep it Gangsta

[Verse 1: Prodeje]
All my life I've been so hood
On the block serving rocks
You can call me Mr. NoGood
Trynna make it so my fam good
In and out of YA as a teen I was misunderstood
I love the way the gats spark in the moonlight
So I would shoot my .38 every single night
I've been in trouble all my damn life
My moms told me one day I'll probably pay the fuckin price
I never gave a fuck less
At 14 went and got my first bulletproof vest
Got my first automatic too
And i was just the type of nigga
That was qucik to say - fuck you
A lil gully young rider
Moved to the east SC
Now I'm a eastsider
And when I hit the streets it's on
Hood to the bone
Quick to bust a cap at your dome

[Hook: L.V.]
Never tought of what I did when I was a kid
Always had the Old ones to say that ain't the right way
When I tought of what my mom said to me
Just be true to you

[Verse 2: Prodeje]
On the grind form the six-0
That's six in the moring eyez open for po-po
Thats when they kick-in the front door
Little kids in the crib, they didn't even give a fuck for
The early bird used to get the worm
I'm just a 24/7 motherfucker trynna get a turn
At the life of a baller
Lil nappy headed nigga tryna be a shot caller
On the eastside stacking mail
And in the hood you get familiar with the fools in the county jail
I wasn't trying to get locked up
And everyday there is a chance a nigga gettin shot up
But thats life in the SC
If the gangs don't get ya, its the LAPD
So I was takin whats in front of me
I was mad at the world and rescinded what was done to me

[Hook: L.V.]
Never tought of what I did when I was a kid
Always had the Old ones to say that ain't the right way
When I tought of what my mom said to me
Just be true to you

[Verse 3: Prodeje]
So I'm a grown man now
With the oldheads use to say Prod understands now
They say the hood takes a man down
I think the hood's all good
And lil locs need to stand down
Nobody giving you a handout
You on the hood pants fallin off yo ass with your chest out
I never tell you that's the wrong route
I use to rome the hoods servin anything you can strung out
Mad doggin cars quick to pull a gun out
Didn't give a fuck even with the sun out
Hood life had me turnt out
No pops at the crib
So i spent my youth burnt out
So I did what I did
On some grown-man shit
But I still was a kid
I should've ran from that shit
Didn't see the damn light
Till I cought my first bid

[Hook: L.V.] 2x
Never tought of what I did when I was a kid
Always had the Old ones to say that ain't the right way
When I tought of what my mom said to me
Just be true to you