It's just another day, my troubles with a forty That's when I got the call from this skin shorty She asked me where's my at, said we could do whatever She got a crew too and said that we get together I said, "Aight, call me back in a hour So I can take a and gather up the manpower" Then I up the horn And I to myself that it might be on Cause this trick pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?) Ever since I the ho lonely in tears Ain't no telling what her friends up in her ears of setting me up I'm not trying to hear (Check it out, Son) So we the gats for precautions this trick live 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 this shit out of proportion But this do happen to niggas very often So it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to My got my back, fuck the world is my mental We put together soldiers The bitch called, my blood Told me to her on Myrtle Got to the plaza, waiting for the G train We put a plan together, just in case the beef Now we Bed bound Far from home and on unknown But together we six deep, with heats, nothing sweet First nigga fronting getting lifted off his fucking It took eternity, we reached our My heartbeat is like a cardiac patient We finally got to outside the train station I saw not a soul, my peoples to be patient But hold up, when a black 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 shit is to sound angle of the car was smoked out and tinted So we tell if the enemy was in it It might been TNT, I wasn't trying to wait and see, we Jetted Marcy cause 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 thinking like an No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo can kill you is what you don't know
OK check it, 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 niggas in the Bridge be it You you was safe and tried to walk the back streets without heat On the 41st Side of 12th The side where don't give a fuck The side if you come 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 about to him (Fuck that shit, yo if nigga front, yo hit him!) bet, so just hold it down While I cock back the three pound You're upstairs boning, not knowing I'm scheming Just the right time kid, it's in the evening You're leaving out the building as you your girl goodbye 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 tough so I put one in his brain Even though I his life, all I wanted was his chain through truck without heat, how you figure? When you in the projects keep fingers on the trigger But that we're juxing, if you got what we like you gets tooken Put you on back, send you on your way, yo good looking Now we catching a cab to Halsey & in Brooklyn Getting tore up the floor up, hit the dress store up Got the 80-0 in case a wanna roll up Get motherfucking shit swoll up Now back to Queens to serve fiends Making G's by any means, my on my enemies Sipping Hennessey, with my on some crime shit One-time me but never ever find shit the everyday, get the loot then breeze Though my goal is to leave outta state, ki's But all this bullshit holding me down, I can't a 9-to-5, I get the loot with ease Don't need a degree to earn a six-digit figure I get slinging on the corner with my niggas Pulling the trigger when the drama Cause a nigga worse enemy is 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 what you know