It's just day, drowning my troubles with a forty That's I got the call from this brown skin shorty She asked me where's my at, said we could do whatever She got a crew too and said that we should get I said, "Aight, call me back in a hour So I can a shower and gather up the manpower" Then I up the horn And I thought to that it might be on Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in (Why?) Ever since I left the ho lonely in Ain't no what her friends putting up in her ears Ideas of me up I'm not trying to hear (Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, of the coffin She might got a whole batallion of Waiting for us to get up off the and surround us Or maybe I'm blowing shit out of proportion But this shit do happen to niggas often So it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to My crew got my back, fuck the is my mental We put together five The called, my blood curdled Told me to her on Myrtle Got to the plaza, we're for the G train We put a plan together, just in case the came Now we Bed bound Far from and on unknown ground But we six deep, with five heats, nothing sweet First nigga getting lifted off his fucking feet It took eternity, we reached our My heartbeat is racing like a patient We finally got to outside the train station I saw not a soul, my peoples to be patient But hold up, that's a black caravan rolled up My legs then froze up, I grabbed my Told my man, "Eyes open cause it go down" Said he like the way the shit is starting to sound angle of the car was smoked out and tinted So we tell if the enemy was in it It might have been TNT, I wasn't trying to and see, we Jetted thru Marcy D's ain't bagging me Son, they got us on the run, dun, see yo
Check it out, check it out, it out, yo Trife life got me like an animal No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo can kill you is what you don't know
OK it, you're on your way to your girl's crib But the bitch in the Bridge You ain't sweating it, cause little do you know The in the Bridge be setting it You you was safe and tried to walk the back streets without heat On the 41st Side of 12th The side niggas don't give a fuck The side where if you through fronting, kid you getting bucked On way, to apartment 3A a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days Son get the heat, cause I'm to stick him (Fuck that shit, yo if that front, yo hit him!) Aight bet, so hold it down While I cock back the long three You're upstairs boning, not knowing I'm scheming Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the You're leaving out the building as you kiss your goodbye Thought you was safe and got caught by "What's goin on?", as I "Shut the fuck up and don't make this to homicide" He to play tough so I put one in his brain Even though I took his life, all I wanted was his Come through truck without heat, how you When you in the projects keep your fingers on the But that we're juxing, if you got what we like you gets tooken Put you on your back, send you on way, yo good looking Now we a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn Getting tore up from the floor up, hit the dress up Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna up Get your motherfucking swoll up Now it's back to to serve fiends G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies Sipping Hennessey, my mind on some crime shit searching me but never ever find shit It's the everyday, get the loot then Though my goal is to leave outta state, ki's But all bullshit holding me down, I can't leave Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the with ease Don't need a degree to earn a six-digit figure I get mines slinging on the corner my niggas the trigger when the drama appears Cause a worse enemy is fear So yo
Check it out, check it out, it out, yo Trife life got me thinking an animal No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo What can kill you is you don't know