Mobb Deep - Trife Life lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Trife Life lyrics]
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Word up, son, shit is ill, kid nahmsayin'?
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
Drowning my troubles wit' a forty
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 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 ho lonely in tears
Ain't no telling what her friends
Putting up in her ears
Ideas of setting me up I'm
Not trying to 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
Battalion of Bucktowners
Waiting for us to get up off
The train and surround us or maybe
I'm blowing 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 waiting 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 five heats
Nothing sweet
First nigga fronting getting lifted
Off his fucking feet
It took eternity to reached our destination
My heartbeat is racing 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 starting 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 trying to wait and see
We jetted through Marcy 'cause
D's ain't bagging me
Word, son, they got us on the run, dunn, see
Yo
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
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
OK, 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 setting 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 phat 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 knowing that I'm scheming
Just the right time, kid
It's twelve 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 catching a cab to
Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn
Getting tore up from the floor up
Hit the dress store up
Got the 80 auto in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making G's by any means
My eyes on my enemies sipping Hennessy
With my mind on some crime shit
One-time searching 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 holding 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 slinging on the
Corner with my niggas
Pulling the trigger when the drama appears
'Cause a nigga worse enemy is fear so, yo
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
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
Word up, son, shit is ill, kid nahmsayin'?
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
Drowning my troubles wit' a forty
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 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 ho lonely in tears
Ain't no telling what her friends
Putting up in her ears
Ideas of setting me up I'm
Not trying to 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
Battalion of Bucktowners
Waiting for us to get up off
The train and surround us or maybe
I'm blowing 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 waiting 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 five heats
Nothing sweet
First nigga fronting getting lifted
Off his fucking feet
It took eternity to reached our destination
My heartbeat is racing 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 starting 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 trying to wait and see
We jetted through Marcy 'cause
D's ain't bagging me
Word, son, they got us on the run, dunn, see
Yo
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
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
OK, 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 setting 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 phat 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 knowing that I'm scheming
Just the right time, kid
It's twelve 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 catching a cab to
Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn
Getting tore up from the floor up
Hit the dress store up
Got the 80 auto in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making G's by any means
My eyes on my enemies sipping Hennessy
With my mind on some crime shit
One-time searching 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 holding 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 slinging on the
Corner with my niggas
Pulling the trigger when the drama appears
'Cause a nigga worse enemy is fear so, yo
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
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