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Mobb Deep - Trife Life lyrics
Check it out now.. Word up Son shit is ill kid.. Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life Don't have another day right? It's only right Let me put you on to what happens Son never believe this shit Kick that shit [Prodigy] 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 shit out of proportion But this shit do happen, to niggaz 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 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 nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin 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, thats 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 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 thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo Chorus: 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 [Havoc] OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib But the bitch live in the 'Bridge You ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you know The niggaz 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-niggaz don't give a fuck Decide well if you come thru 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 (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 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 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 the 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 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 nigga wanna roll up Get'cha motherfuckin shit 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 shit One-time searchin 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 holdin 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 slingin on the corner with my niggaz Pullin the trigger when the drama appears Cause that nigga worse enemy is FEAR So yo.... Chorus No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know.. [ad lib to outro |
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