It's just another day, drowning my with a forty That's when I got the from this brown skin shorty She asked me where's my crew at, said we could do She got a crew too and said that we should get I said, "Aight, just call me in a hour So I can a shower and gather up the manpower" I hung up the horn And I to myself that it might be on Cause this trick ain't pick up the to call me in years (Why?) Ever since I left the ho 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 Plus this live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin She might got a whole batallion of for us to get up off the train and surround us Or maybe I'm this shit out of proportion But this shit do happen to very often So fuck it, a nigga gotta do he meant to My got my back, fuck the world is my mental We put five soldiers The bitch called, my curdled me to meet her on Myrtle Got to the plaza, waiting for the G train We put a plan together, just in case the came Now we Bed Stuy Far from home and on unknown But together we six deep, five heats, nothing sweet First nigga fronting getting lifted off his feet It took eternity, we our destination My is racing like a cardiac patient We finally got to outside the train station I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be But hold up, when a black caravan rolled up My legs froze up, I grabbed my pound Told my man, "Eyes open it might go down" Said he like the way the shit is starting to sound Evey of the car was smoked out and tinted So we couldn't if the enemy was in it It might have TNT, I wasn't trying to wait and see, we Jetted thru Marcy cause D's bagging me Son, they got us on the run, dun, see yo
Check it out, check it out, it out, yo Trife got me thinking like an animal No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no yo can kill you is what you don't know
OK check it, you're on your way to girl's crib But the bitch live in the You ain't really sweating it, cause do you know The niggas in the be setting it You you was safe and tried to walk the back streets without heat On the Side of 12th Street The side where niggas don't give a 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 just it down While I back the long three pound You're upstairs boning, not that I'm scheming the right time kid, it's twelve in the evening You're leaving out the as you kiss your girl goodbye Thought you was safe and got caught by "What's goin on?", as I "Shut the fuck up and make this to another homicide" He to play tough so I put one in his brain Even I took his life, all I wanted was his chain through truck without heat, how you figure? When you in the projects keep your fingers on the But fuck that we're juxing, if you got what we you gets tooken Put you on back, send you on your way, yo good looking Now we catching a cab to & Lewis in Brooklyn Getting up from the floor up, hit the dress store up Got the in case a nigga wanna roll up Get your motherfucking swoll up Now it's back to Queens to serve Making G's by any means, my eyes on my Sipping Hennessey, my mind on some crime shit One-time searching me but never ever shit It's the everyday, get the then breeze Though my goal is to leave outta state, push But all this bullshit holding me down, I can't Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the with ease Don't even need a degree to a six-digit figure I get mines on the corner with my niggas Pulling the when the drama appears Cause a nigga enemy is fear So 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 What can you is what you don't know