More Trife Life

Yo

Nahmsayin'?

Pussy bring you in this, motherfucker

Yeah, she'll take you out too, kid

Check this shit out

A rainy day, laid up, thinkin'

Sittin', gettin' bent

Watchin' old seventy flicks

Minds on the slouch, back on the couch

Heard the phone ring

It was a shorty from Uptown I met back day

Long time no hear from

No doubt, long time no see

"I heard you had a seed, a baby girl and now she's three?"

What's up with that cat

She know who - your baby pops?

Slung rocks up top, then heard he got knocked

"He home?"

"Fuck that nigga, I'm on my own"

"Matter fact, got my own crib"

"Plus, I'm all alone"

"Word?"

The bitch is bad, chill son, she got me tempted

Reminiscing the fatty

Jumped in the ride I rented

Rest Tims, mecca dice, well presented

Sippin' E&J straight, was bent when I entered

Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug

See, ain't seen the bitch since back then and that was bug

Turned the VCR on, "Friday", my favorite flick

Offer me a drink, Alizé, I take a sip

Got into convo, "How you been over the years?"

"Neglected, stressed out and living in fear"

"What you mean? I thought you left that cat?" Which was true

"I'm not talkin' about him, another dude

Been with him for a year and had a baby by him

Matter fact, you saw him downstairs, you walked by him"

Now I'm thinking setup

Could it be? Or maybe not

She said, "Don't sweat it, he don't got the top lock"

Tried to play it cool

But in my head, shorty's wildin'

Using me to get the next nigga jealous, called up the fellas

Ty Nitty line was busy, so I beeped Gotti

Gotti was with Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz

"Let me begin, then explain

I'm at this bitch crib and I think, she got me framed

Stuck without a gat, not prepared for combat"

Gave the address, told my son, "There's more cats"

Be there in a second, big gats, no half steppin'

They flippin' on me, talkin' 'bout "I never learn my lesson"

I laughed an additional, hit them with the math

Hung up the jack while shorty soaked in the bath

Played the living room, dozed off for a second

When I woke up, shorty was standing ass-naked

Make moves, all this bullshit

Pussy better be good

Stepped to the room, threw off my Champion hood

Slow motion all along, bent off the potion

Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open, it was over

Laid up in the cut, I heard a thump

Jumped up, threw on my boxers

"Yo, what the fuck?" All of a sudden

I saw this black motherfucker with this big-ass gat

And two other motherfuckers

Black masks, clutching duct tape - no escape

Tied me up, smacked me all in my face

Shorty wasn't even screamin'

Looked up, saw 'em schemin'

"Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this"

(All bloodied up, shook the fuck up)

(Held for ransom, they yelled "Got the bones")

(Smiled and started dancin')

The phone rung, it was my son's

Let him know they had me hostage

Threw me on the phone, said

"Son, don't worry, yo, we got this"

Regardless of the outcome, all this bullshit

Take a nigga word - don't never go see a bitch, word?