Trife Life

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Word up, son, shit is ill, kid

Know what I'm sayin'?

Bein' that we livin' the motherfuckin' trife life

Still have another day, right?

It's only right

Let me put you on to what happened, son

You ain't gonna believe this shit (kick that shit)

It's just another day, drownin' my troubles with a 40

That's when I got a 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 an 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 tellin' what her friends puttin' up in her ears

Ideas of settin' me up I'm not tryna hear (check it out, son)

So we take the gats for precautions (no doubt)

Plus, this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin

She might got a whole battalion 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 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 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

All together, we six deep

With five heats, nothin' sweet

First nigga frontin' gettin' lifted off his fucking feet

It took eternity to reach 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 didn't 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

Every 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 tryna wait and see

We jetted through Marcy 'cause D's ain't baggin' me

Word, son, they got us on the run, done, see, yo

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

The 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

Okay, 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 settin' 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 fat 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 knowin' that I'm scheming

Just the right time, kid, it's 12 in the evening

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

Thought you was safe and got caught by surprise

"What's going 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 juxing

If you got what we like, it gets tooken

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

Now we catchin' a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn

Gettin' tore up from the floor up, hit the dress store up

Got the 80 auto in case a nigga wanna roll up

Get your motherfuckin' shit swollen

Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends

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

Sippin' Hennessy 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 nine-to-five, 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 niggas

Pullin' the trigger when the drama appears

'Cause a nigga worst enemy is fear, so, yo.

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

The 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