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Trife Life

It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty

That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty

She asked me where's my crew at, said we could do whatever

She got a 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 ho lonely in tears

Ain't no telling what her friends putting up in her ears

Ideas of setting me up I'm not trying to 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

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

Or maybe I'm blowing this shit out of proportion

But this shit do happen to niggas very often

So fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to

My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental

We put together five soldiers

The bitch called, my blood curdled

Told me to meet her on Myrtle

Got to the plaza, we're waiting 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 five heats, nothing sweet

First nigga fronting getting lifted off his fucking feet

It took eternity, we reached our destination

My heartbeat is racing 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 shit is starting to sound

Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted

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

It might have been TNT, I wasn't trying to wait and see, we

Jetted thru Marcy cause D's ain't bagging me

Word Son, they got us on the run, dun, see yoCheck it out, check it out, check it out, yo

Trife life got me thinking like an animal

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

What can kill you is what you don't knowOK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib

But the bitch live in the Bridge

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

The niggas in the Bridge be setting it

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

On the 41st Side of 12th Street

The side where niggas don't give a fuck

The side where if you come through fronting, kid you getting 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 him

(Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!)

Aight bet, so just hold it down

While I cock back the long three pound

You're upstairs boning, not knowing that I'm scheming

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

You're leaving out the building as you kiss your girl goodbye

Thought you was safe and got caught by surprised

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

"Shut the fuck 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 his chain

Come through truck without heat, how you figure?

When you in the projects keep your fingers on the trigger

But fuck that we're juxing, if you got what we like you gets tooken

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

Now we catching a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn

Getting tore up from the floor up, hit the dress store up

Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up

Get your motherfucking shit swoll up

Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends

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

Sipping Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit

One-time searching me but never ever find shit

It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze

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

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

Fuck 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 slinging on the corner with my niggas

Pulling the trigger when the drama appears

Cause a nigga worse enemy is fear

So yoCheck it out, check it out, check it out, yo

Trife life got me thinking like an animal

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

What can kill you is what you don't know

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