Triflin’ Nigga lyrics

Artist  : King Tee 
Song : Triflin’ Nigga



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 {*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in
car*}
[m] you won’t have to worry about anything when
you’re with me
[m] cause i’m.. (? ) reliable (? )
{*while he’s speaking, thug runs up and opens
his car door*}
[t] nigga whassup nigga? get out the car nigga!
[t] give me your jew-els, fool!
[m] what, what do you want from us? 
[t] you and your bit*h, nigga!
{*car door slams*}
[t] get out here.. nigga you better get off this
motherf**ker punk
[m] look.. look out baby
[m] I’m not givin up anything! you’re just
gonna have to..
{*gun blasts*}

"screamin!"

{*second skit: argument between thugs over
money*}
[1] where my motherf**kin chips at nigga? 
[2] yo homey I already told you nigga I’d have
it friday nigga
[1] man f**k what you told me nigga!
[2] what? ! nigga, f**k you motherf**ker
[1] nigga what’s happenin then nigga?  nigga!
{*beatdown starts*}
[2] awww shit!!
{*beatdown continues*}

[king tee]
I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet
won’t budge
The niggaz always ask am I a crip or a blood? 
I am what I am and that’s all I can stands
I can’t stands no more so i’ma scram
Sell me a couple of ki’s and buy a crib far
away
A place that the map don’t say
Cause I’m gettin kinda timid, at first I was
with it
Talk about jack moves, I did it
I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I’d run
With the colored rag over my gun
And there was times I had to pop fools {*blam*}
Because they didn’t believe that the glock
rules
When I say get out, get out! and I might not
shoot
Then I’m off to put your dayton’s on my
coupe
But nowadays I have to figure
What goes around comes around for the triflin
nigga

{*third skit: g’s discussing a hit*}
[1] there the nigga!
[2] nigga nigga f**k that, I’m gonna shoot this
nigga right here
[2] man, watch this
{*gun being cocked sounds*}
[2] I ain’t got time to be playin with this
motherf**ker nigga
[2] show this nigga what time it is nigga
[1] yo yo hold up
[2] nigga watch out nigga
[1] come on man
[2] nigga watch out nigga {*incomprehensible*}
[2] f**k that nigga man, f**k that nigga
[1] we don’t need to get indicted
[3] yo yo the nigga got a gat!!
[2] nigga f**k that nigga nigga! nigga f**k that
nigga!
[2] nigga f**k that nigga!
{*blam! blam! blam-blam-blam!*}
[2] nigga f**k that nigga!!

[king tee]
Back in the days I used to stand on the block
with my box
Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks
He was young and bold, lot of money and gold
Kept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to roll
A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the
cops
He’s only sixteen, but he’s braver than his
pops
His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink
brew
Survival’s on his mind so he serves them too
School isn’t important, he’s importin big
packages
Across the border, a little shorter than a
million quarters
All the women ride his jock like a jockey
He says "i’m on top, there ain’t a cop
who could stop me"
But confidence, is his best defense
At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his
trench
He says "a punk try to run up, i’ma pull
the trigger"
What goes around comes around for the triflin
nigga!

{*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*}
[1] what’s happenin man you got those birds? 
[2] yo you got the money homey? 
[1] aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like
that fo’? 
[3] look man, f**k all the bullshit
[1] man here you go right here man
[2] show the money dawg
{*briefcase is opened*}
[1] nigga, there you go, so what’s happenin? 
[? ] I like that, we in business
[? ] man - f**k you nigga, this is a jack, it’s
a jack nigga
[? ] always gettin him, hey what’s up? 
[2] nigga, strip down, get butt-naked nigga

[king tee]
I heard one-time wanna peel my cap
For the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin
back
But I don’t even give a f**k
Pass the ak, and one-time better duck {*automatic
fire*}
Cause I don’t give a f**k about a piece of tin
I [*scratch*] sh*t off your chest and then grin
And move on to the next motherf**ker
Cops ain’t nuttin but the klan undercover
And they be lynchin motherf**kers up nightly
That’s why they need mo’ motherf**kers like
me
To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*]
Cause I’m a triflin nigga

{*fifth skit: passengers in a car*}
[1] yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that’s
the cops
[2] aww God damn!
[1] pull over!
[2] y’all just chill out, y’all just chill
out, y’all just chill out
[2] chill out alright?  here he comes, here he
comes
[c] can I see yer driver’s license registration
and proof of insurance? 
[2] what did I do officer? 
[c] get get your hands on the wheel!
[2] man what did I do?  what you talkin about? 
[1] man f**k that nigga man
[? ] blast that motherf**ker, blast him!
{*blam, blam blam blam, blam*}
{*car peels out and takes off*}