Trife Life Lyrics

Trife Life

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..
[ad lib to outro]