Trife Life lyrics

Artist  : Mobb Deep 
Song : Trife Life



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Check it out now..
Word up Son shit is ill
kid..
Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the
motherfuckin trife life
Don't have another day
right?
It's only right
Let me put you on to
what happens Son never believe this shit
Kick
that shit

[Prodigy]
It's just another
day drownin my troubles with a forty
That's
when I got the call from this brownskin
shorty
She asked me where's my crew at? Said
we could do whatever
She got her crew too, and
said that we should get together
I said, "Aight
-- just call me back in a hour
so I can take a
shower and gather up the manpower"
Then I hung
up the horn
And I thought to myself that it
might be on
Cause this trick ain't pick up the
phone to call me in years (Why?)
Ever since I
left the hoe lonely in tears
Ain't no tellin
what her friends puttin up in her ears
Ideas
of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear
(Check
it out, Son) So we take the gats for
precautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn,
home of the coffin
She might got a whole
batallion of Bucktowners
Waitin for us to get
up off the train and surround us
Or maybe, I'm
blowin this shit out of proportion
But this
shit do happen, to niggaz very often
So fuck
it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
My crew
got my back, fuck the world is my mental
We
put together five soldiers, the bitch
called
My blood curdled, told me to meet her
on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we're waitin for
the G train
We put a plan together, just in
case the beef came
Now we Bed Stuy
bound
Far from home and on unknown
ground
But together we six deep, with fire
piece, nuttin sweet
First nigga frontin gettin
lifted off his fuckin feet
It took eternity, we
reached our destination
My heartbeat is racin
like a cardiac patient
We finally got to
Myrtle outside the train station
I saw not a
soul, told my peoples to be patient
But hold
up, thats when a black caravan rolled up
My
legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound
Told my
man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"
Said he
don't like the way the shit is startin to
sound
Evey angle of the car was smoked out and
tinted
So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in
it
It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait
and see, we
jetted thru Marcy cause Dee's
ain't baggin me
Word Son, they got us on the
run, Dunn, see yo

Chorus:

Check it
out, check it out, check it out, yo
Trife life
got me thinkin like an animal
No doubt, no
doubt, no doubt, no doubt yo
What can kill you
is what you don't know

[Havoc]
OK check
it, you're on your way to your girl's crib
But
the bitch live in the 'Bridge
You ain't really
sweatin it, cause little do you know
The
niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin it
You thought
you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets
without heat
on the 41st Side (settin it) of
12th Street
The cyber-niggaz don't give a
fuck
Decide well if you come thru frontin, kid
you gettin bucked
On your way, to apartment
3A
with a phat herringbone, let him slide, no
days
Son get the heat, cause I'm about to
stick em
(Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga
front, yo hit him!)
Aight bet, so just hold it
down
while I cock back the long three
pound
You're upstairs bonin, not knowin that
I'm scheamin
Just the right time kid, it's
twelve in the evenin
You're leavin out the
buildin as you kiss your girl goodbye
Thought
you was safe and got caught by
surprised
"What's goin on?", as I
reply,
"Shut the fuck up and don't make this
'to another homicide"
He tried to play tough
so I put one in his brain
Even though I took
his life, all I wanted was the chain
Come
through truck without heat, how you
figure?
When you in the projects keep your
fingers on the trigger
But fuck that we're
juxin, if you got what we like you gets
tooken
Put you on your back, send you on your
way, yo good lookin
Now be catchin the cap
that holes in ya Lewis in Brooklyn
Gettin to'
up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' up
Got
the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get'cha
motherfuckin shit swoll up
Now it's back to
Queens to serve fiends
Makin G's by any means,
my eyes on my enemies
Sippin Hennessey, with my
mind on some crime shit
One-time searchin me
but never ever find shit
It's the everyday,
get the loot then breeze
Though my goal is to
leave outta state, push ki's
But all this
bullshit holdin me down, I can't leave
Fuck a
9-to-5, I get the loot with ease
Don't even
need a degree to earn a six-digit figure
I get
mines slingin on the corner with my
niggaz
Pullin the trigger when the drama
appears
Cause that nigga worse enemy is
FEAR
So yo....

Chorus

No doubt,
so what can kill you is what you don't
know..
[ad lib to outro]