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Lyrics for Trife Life by Mobb Deep:
| | | Artist: | Mobb Deep |
| | Album: | The Infamous | | Track: | Trife Life | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 61 | | | | 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..
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