Trife Life

Check it out now 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