Trife Life Lyrics

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Word up Son s*** is ill kid..
Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the m*********** trife life

Don't have another day right?

It's only right

Let me put you on to what happens Son never believe this s***

Kick that s***


It's just another day drownin my troubles with a forty

That's when I got the call from this brownskin shorty

She asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whatever

She got her crew too, and said that we should get together

I said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hour

so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"

Then I hung up the horn

And I thought to myself that it might be on

Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)

Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears

Ain't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears

Ideas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear

(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions

Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin

She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners

Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us

Or maybe, I'm blowin this s*** out of proportion

But this s*** do happen, to n***** very often

So f*** it, a n**** gotta do what he meant to

My crew got my back, f*** the world is my mental

We put together five soldiers, the b**** called

My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle

Got to the plaza, we're waitin for the G train

We put a plan together, just in case the beef came

Now we Bed Stuy bound

Far from home and on unknown ground

But together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweet

First n**** frontin gettin lifted off his f***** feet

It took eternity, we reached our destination

My heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patient

We finally got to Myrtle outside the train station

I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patient

But hold up, that's when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound

Told my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"

Said he don't like the way the s*** is startin to sound

Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted

So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it

It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, we

jetted through Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me

Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo


Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo

Trife life got me thinkin like an animal

No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yo

What can kill you is what you don't know


OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib

But the b**** live in the 'Bridge

You ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you know

The n***** in the 'Bridge be settin it

You thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heat

on the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th Street

The cyber-n***** don't give a f***

Decide well if you come through frontin, kid you gettin bucked

On your way, to apartment 3A

with a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days

Son get the heat, cause I'm about to stick em

(f*** that s***, yo if that n**** front, yo hit him!)
Aight bet, so just hold it down

while I c*** back the long three pound

You're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheamin

Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the evenin

You're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbye

Thought you was safe and got caught by surprised

"What's goin on?", as I reply,

"Shut the f*** up and don't make this 'to another homicide"

He tried to play tough so I put one in his brain

Even though I took his life, all I wanted was the chain

Come through truck without heat, how you figure?

When you in the projects keep your fingers on the trigger

But f*** that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tooken

Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin

Now be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in Brooklyn

Gettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' up

Got the 80-0 in case a n**** want to roll up

Get'cha m*********** s*** swoll up

Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends

Makin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies

Sippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime s***

One-time searchin me but never ever find s***

It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze

Though my goal is to leave outta state, push ki's

But all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leave

f*** a 9-to-5, I get the loot with ease

Don't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figure

I get mines slingin on the corner with my n*****

Pullin the trigger when the drama appears

Cause that n**** worse enemy is FEAR

So yo....


No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..

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