It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a when I got the call from this brown skin shorty She asked me where's my crew at, said we could do She got a too and said that we should get together I said, "Aight, call me back in a hour So I can a shower and gather up the manpower" Then I hung up the And I thought to myself that it be on Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in (Why?) Ever I left the ho lonely in tears Ain't no telling 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 in Brooklyn, home of the coffin She got a whole batallion of Bucktowners Waiting for us to get up off the and surround us Or maybe I'm blowing this shit out of But this shit do to niggas very often So fuck it, a gotta do what he meant to My crew got my back, fuck the is my mental We put together soldiers The called, my blood curdled Told me to meet her on Got to the plaza, waiting for the G train We put a plan together, just in case the came Now we Bed bound Far from home and on ground But together we six deep, five heats, nothing sweet nigga fronting getting lifted off his fucking feet It took eternity, we our destination My is racing like a cardiac patient We got to Myrtle outside the train station I saw not a soul, my peoples to be patient But hold up, that's when a caravan rolled up My legs then froze up, I grabbed my my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down" Said he don't like the way the is starting to sound Evey angle of the car was out and tinted So we tell if the enemy was in it It might have been TNT, I trying to wait and see, we Jetted thru Marcy cause D's ain't me Son, they got us on the run, dun, see yo
Check it out, it out, check it out, yo Trife life got me like an animal No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo What can kill you is what you don't
OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's But the bitch in the Bridge You really sweating it, cause little do you know The in the Bridge be setting it You thought you was safe and tried to walk the back without heat On the Side of 12th Street The side where niggas don't give a The side if you come through fronting, kid you getting bucked On your way, to 3A a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days Son get the heat, cause I'm about to him (Fuck shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!) Aight bet, so just hold it While I back the long three pound You're upstairs boning, not knowing that I'm the right time kid, it's twelve in the evening You're leaving out the building as you kiss your girl Thought you was safe and got caught by "What's on?", as I reply "Shut the fuck up and make this to another homicide" He tried to play tough so I put one in his Even I took his life, all I wanted was his chain Come through truck without heat, how you When you in the projects your fingers on the trigger But fuck that we're juxing, if you got what we like you gets Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good Now we catching a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Getting tore up from the floor up, hit the store up Got the in case a nigga wanna roll up Get your motherfucking shit up Now it's back to to serve fiends Making G's by any means, my eyes on my Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit One-time searching me but ever find shit the everyday, get the loot then breeze Though my goal is to leave outta state, push But all this holding me down, I can't leave a 9-to-5, I get the loot with ease Don't even need a degree to earn a six-digit I get mines slinging on the corner with my Pulling the trigger the drama appears a nigga worse enemy is fear So yo
Check it out, it out, check it out, yo Trife life got me thinking like an No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo What can you is what you don't know