Lletres: TRU (Master P). Eyes of a Killa.

Posted on the block getting paid with the locs up
Everybody in the hood just as smoked up
So I just walk with my locs on
And get my motherfucking set get it going on

In other words I see a fiend in the motherfucking park
You know I'm serving 'em in the dark
But I don't because I pack a fucking dis 9
You know the God damn turf is all mine

Sometime niggaz hall in the streets
But I don't run from the po po police
I got fiends in the back instead of the front
I'm selling 20's and dimes and even crum

And motherfuckers better low, 'cause I gotta get it
I got a nine motherfuckers so deal with it
And get a beat from a fiend every fuckin' minute
I wear a bulletproof vest so, nigga, go up in it

And I don't give a fuck if niggaz can't stand me
I'm on the turf motherfucker selling candy

I got candy, crack cocaine
Hold them thangs in my hand, 'cause I'm the dope, dope man
I got candy, crack cocaine
Hold them thangs in my hand, 'cause I'm the dope, dope man

I see tweakers when I walk
Chase a nigga through the park
Grab my fucking nine
And keep them dope fiends in line

I got candy, oh yeah, I can crack cocaine
I'm the dope, dope man
I got candy, yeah, oh yeah, crack cocaine
Hold them thangs in my hand, 'cause I'm the dope man

I got candy, hell yeah, we got the crack cocaine
Hold them thangs in my hand
I got candy, it'll keep a nigga on a run
But I pack a gun, 'cause I got candy