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