Trife Diesel, Tommy Whispers, Kryme Life - Prey vs. Predator lyrics

What the fuck, nigga
It's TMF in the flesh, man
What up, baby, Tomahawk, Diesel

Yo, it's Kryme
All my life I've been thugging
Before niggas knew what it was
Or what it wasn't
Inherited the game, passed down by my cousins
Look, ain't no tears
When cutting up these onions
Look, nigga for years
I've been walking on these bunyons
Parked with the holy west
Now we touring in London
From Stapleton to France, niggas do my dance
They call me, Bruisy Columbus
Cuz I take new land i got the Nina
The Smithon and the Andy Garcia
Hit the corner with my hoodlums
Like they march in Korea
Niggas know we mean business
Every time they see us
Ya'll a bunch of a lame niggas
Getting beat for your re-up
Can't hold us on the block
Better get that D up
Tell a promoter bring the gwop
Time to pay that fee up we rock
All scenes got something to make 'em all lean
Come and get your dose of this TMF morphine

How you want it, we sending you three hundred
It's prey vs predator, hunt, or get hunted
No matter how you say it or write it
We be the nicest
No matter how you cook it or whip it
We gon' slice it
How you want it, we sending you three hundred
It's prey vs predator, hunt, or get hunted
No matter how you say it or write it
We be the nicest
No matter how you cook it or whip it
We gon' slice it

Uh, I am the prime example on
How to grind and scramble
Put the fire to the whip when
My pops provided the candle
Niggas rhyming over beats, see me
I'm riding the sample
Sorta like the Iron Sheik when
He be riding his camels
On the couch, flick a few channels
While gripping the handle shedding tears
Looking at my cousin's flick on the mantle
Conversating with his spirit's
And it's telling me
Trife just keep writing them lyrics, cuz fam
They gon' feel it took the clip out
And put the burner back in the stash
Grabbed the keys
Hopped in the whip and went
Straight to the lab
Yo, fiend, twist some daquiri's up
Let's start recording close the session
Cuz we ain't leaving until the morning
Heat the booth like global warming
If hell's calling tell the mormans
The God gon' strike without warning
The most high, AWOL like Sosa
Keep a toast close by
Blow your wig with the four-five

How you want it, we sending you three hundred
It's prey vs predator, hunt, or get hunted
No matter how you say it or write it
We be the nicest
No matter how you cook it or whip it
We gon' slice it
How you want it, we sending you three hundred
It's prey vs predator, hunt, or get hunted
No matter how you say it or write it
We be the nicest
No matter how you cook it or whip it
We gon' slice it

Pistols, you fucking with a man with issues
Let it whistle, snatch your peacoat
And hit your tissue
Official, TMF, SS missile
We live the ritual, same old, same old
Sick of you lame-o, one in the chamber
I let the flame go
Range Rove', pull up to the show
Floating off angels
It's painful, the slums I'm from
Alot of camel
Ain't no half stepping unless you
Came with your play shoes
Disgraceful, you hating ass niggas
Want me to take food
Breakthrough, see what the fame and
All that cake do?
That's why I'm grateful, kiss the sky
You ain't taking Whisp alive
Ditch the ride, switch the whip, no disguise
Mask off, rolling right pass the homicide
Blast off, six shooter spitting
The cannon fly
Three hundred niggas is with me
And down to ride
Three hundred niggas is with me
And down to ride, ride

How you want it, we sending you three hundred
It's prey vs predator, hunt, or get hunted
No matter how you say it or write it
We be the nicest
No matter how you cook it or whip it
We gon' slice it
How you want it, we sending you three hundred
It's prey vs predator, hunt, or get hunted
No matter how you say it or write it
We be the nicest
No matter how you cook it or whip it
We gon' slice it