Lirik Lagu Trife Life - Mobb Deep
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Check it out now..Word up Son shit is ill kid..Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife lifeDon't have another day right?It's only rightLet me put you on to what happens Son never believe this shitKick that shit
[Prodigy]It's just another day drownin my troubles with a fortyThat's when I got the call from this brownskin shortyShe asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whateverShe got her crew too, and said that we should get togetherI said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hourso I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"Then I hung up the hornAnd I thought to myself that it might be onCause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tearsAin't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her earsIdeas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautionsPlus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffinShe might got a whole batallion of BucktownersWaitin for us to get up off the train and surround usOr maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportionBut this shit do happen, to niggaz very oftenSo fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant toMy crew got my back, fuck the world is my mentalWe put together five soldiers, the bitch calledMy blood curdled, told me to meet her on MyrtleGot to the plaza, we're waitin for the G trainWe put a plan together, just in case the beef cameNow we Bed Stuy boundFar from home and on unknown groundBut together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweetFirst nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feetIt took eternity, we reached our destinationMy heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patientWe finally got to Myrtle outside the train stationI saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patientBut hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled upMy legs then froze up, I grabbed my poundTold my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to soundEvey angle of the car was smoked out and tintedSo we couldn't tell if the enemy was in itIt mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, wejetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin meWord Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo
Chorus:
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yoTrife life got me thinkin like an animalNo doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yoWhat can kill you is what you don't know
[Havoc]OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's cribBut the bitch live in the 'BridgeYou ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you knowThe niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin itYou thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heaton the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th StreetThe cyber-niggaz don't give a fuckDecide well if you come thru frontin, kid you gettin buckedOn your way, to apartment 3Awith a phat herringbone, let him slide, no daysSon 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 downwhile I cock back the long three poundYou're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheaminJust the right time kid, it's twelve in the eveninYou're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbyeThought 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 brainEven though I took his life, all I wanted was the chainCome through truck without heat, how you figure?When you in the projects keep your fingers on the triggerBut fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tookenPut you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookinNow be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in BrooklynGettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' upGot the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll upGet'cha motherfuckin shit swoll upNow it's back to Queens to serve fiendsMakin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemiesSippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shitOne-time searchin me but never ever find shitIt's the everyday, get the loot then breezeThough my goal is to leave outta state, push ki'sBut all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leaveFuck a 9-to-5, I get the loot with easeDon't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figureI get mines slingin on the corner with my niggazPullin the trigger when the drama appearsCause that nigga worse enemy is FEARSo yo....
Chorus
No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..[ad lib to outro]
[Prodigy]It's just another day drownin my troubles with a fortyThat's when I got the call from this brownskin shortyShe asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whateverShe got her crew too, and said that we should get togetherI said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hourso I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"Then I hung up the hornAnd I thought to myself that it might be onCause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tearsAin't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her earsIdeas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautionsPlus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffinShe might got a whole batallion of BucktownersWaitin for us to get up off the train and surround usOr maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportionBut this shit do happen, to niggaz very oftenSo fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant toMy crew got my back, fuck the world is my mentalWe put together five soldiers, the bitch calledMy blood curdled, told me to meet her on MyrtleGot to the plaza, we're waitin for the G trainWe put a plan together, just in case the beef cameNow we Bed Stuy boundFar from home and on unknown groundBut together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweetFirst nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feetIt took eternity, we reached our destinationMy heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patientWe finally got to Myrtle outside the train stationI saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patientBut hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled upMy legs then froze up, I grabbed my poundTold my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to soundEvey angle of the car was smoked out and tintedSo we couldn't tell if the enemy was in itIt mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, wejetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin meWord Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo
Chorus:
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yoTrife life got me thinkin like an animalNo doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yoWhat can kill you is what you don't know
[Havoc]OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's cribBut the bitch live in the 'BridgeYou ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you knowThe niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin itYou thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heaton the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th StreetThe cyber-niggaz don't give a fuckDecide well if you come thru frontin, kid you gettin buckedOn your way, to apartment 3Awith a phat herringbone, let him slide, no daysSon 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 downwhile I cock back the long three poundYou're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheaminJust the right time kid, it's twelve in the eveninYou're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbyeThought 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 brainEven though I took his life, all I wanted was the chainCome through truck without heat, how you figure?When you in the projects keep your fingers on the triggerBut fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tookenPut you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookinNow be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in BrooklynGettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' upGot the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll upGet'cha motherfuckin shit swoll upNow it's back to Queens to serve fiendsMakin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemiesSippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shitOne-time searchin me but never ever find shitIt's the everyday, get the loot then breezeThough my goal is to leave outta state, push ki'sBut all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leaveFuck a 9-to-5, I get the loot with easeDon't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figureI get mines slingin on the corner with my niggazPullin the trigger when the drama appearsCause that nigga worse enemy is FEARSo yo....
Chorus
No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..[ad lib to outro]
