[Chorus: Trife Da God (sample)] We love hip hop, and live a life of crime Felt like I've been robbed, gotta take what's rightfully mine So I'm staying on my job, yo, as far as the grinds Gotta put in that work every day and just (put it on the line) Strong mind still shine, young man in my prime Had to switch it up on 'em, had to change with the times Now the flows upgraded, got the labels in line And sold five, get ya money up bitch (put it on the line)
[Trife Da God] You about to read the greatest book ever published The life and times of Trife Diesel, I give my heart to the public Peep how a young boy was discovered, follow me, y'all And bare witness as a nigga touch on these subjects The year was 1980, the summer was hot and hazy Reagan was president, and Nancy was the first lady Born to a Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, a healthy lad Wasn't poor, but, I didn't come from a wealthy pad Moms and dad still married, they both try'nna provide Two brothers and two sisters, I'm the youngest out of five Stapleton's where I reside, the north side of the Island Where try'nna survive was a challenge, my hood was flooded with violence And crack was the new epidemic, and by the early 90's The recall law was passed down by the Senate The Yankees just won a pennant, and Jordan was in his prime Now I'm living this life where I'm forced to (put it on the line)
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[Trife Da God] I'm on a journey, leaving no stone unturned For your concern brother, I work for all I earn Whether a crib in the p's, or a five mill mansion Showing my ass like a stripper on some high heels dancing Nowadays I'm showing expansion, controlling my team And fuck a but-but, I'm try'nna get ahold of that phantom My pops taught me how to hustle and attend to your ventures Cuz a man is not a man if he ain't got no incentitive Dealing with money, then everything has a percentage Whether street or corporate office, try to keep a good image Note these jewels I had to swallow, them words I still follow Describe all, now me and this music, we such a good combo Every 'morning' like Alonzo, I was serving indiction Getting that money, fam, no matter the weather conditions So I learned that it's better to listen, play your position If you can't take the heat, then stay the hell out the kitchen
[Ghostface Killah] Where's my horse? {shouts} de Andre! {makes horse sounds} Andre?
Yo!
Throw me in a mosh pit I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in for a classic killing If I turn my back and walk that means I'm chilling Got bitches in mi casa boiling fresh lobsters But I don't do the shellfish I'm a just eat pasta Turkey italian sausage chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home like an elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little, wifed up! Gotti trench men is real brittle Poke your nose {Poconos} is where I go with the capos 11 Sammy the Bulls, ready to wack those I'm half black yo, half oregano That's half italian yo, who he? I'm from that Island yo, Staten Crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly I'll kill your captian That's word to my bitch that's laid off That little patch in the pussy, word! I ate it off! Team move with hands in the air like Adolf Handing me a big joint that I sprayed off! Raa3fffff
La Costra Nostra La Familia, what! Violate my family ties and I'm a kill y'all Mi amor dame un beso "D" Capitan ghettio hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's Papi Wardrobe mexican handle with ho's
All my gutter gang crew got border patrol Like Zorro when I come through black sombrero, what! 2 in the holster my code name Darryl Ride off in the sunset starved in the barrel Long boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side of that bitch straight mexican song Ass hanging off the brunt don't ever look at me wrong And my heart beats strong like Julio on guzziii Up in the Arizona desert where the shit get ugly All my Staten Island riders ride or die honchos Get cream all day leave our ponchos We bull fighting niggas wrestle with broncos And my team stay tight like Silver & Tonto Carry a long whip yo I'll whip your ass Hard head mexican dope mixed with hash Machete behind door where the rip and the slash Desperado kids me and Ghost back at last
Toma, Toma, Mericon! Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, bring it to them!
[Trife] Cinco De Mayo imported guns from Cairo Got back with the toast and beat the charge like rhino This bitch who's albino I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in Greek town ordering Gyros The Bad bitch keep the tool in her bible Quick to murder her rivals and her pops was a gangsta Disciple He Killed about a thousand Vice Lords guns and knife wars The feds came for him so he slid to the 9th ward Down in the N.O. And right before he left he wrote his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o It got hot niggas selling giving out the info He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window Blow it into limbo he spazzed on Lorenzo He smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo About a week later the boys came and rushed him Kicked down his door while he was sleep they cuffed him
