[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
[Intro] Yeah Agent Burke here (Check this shit out, nigga, I got a bust for you Some major niggaz from New York, slinging rocks over here, majorly) Where they at? Get that gun, where them matches at, come on!
[Ghostface Killah] Cocaine trafficking, your boy's back again Moving bricks like I got a degree in scaffolding Fucking with some cats from Newark, half of them Jewish Cool white boys riding around, blasting my music And I'm taxin' them like Jackson-Hewitt, make sure them packs is moving We out in Baltimore, the home of the Bruins Up top the cops raiding my spot, my product got ruined Drug case pending, but my lawyer is suing Cuz them faggots put my arm in a tussle, let me start in the scuffle Son, they tried to put the God in a duffle But them boys can't knock the hustle, like Hov' said We expose fed, nigga, just give me the code red They say a close mouth don't get fed, well that's a lie Cuz them faggots who be snitching on niggaz, they sure to die You don't want to wake up, with your seed in a cradle missing Sweating bullets hearing wheels peel off from Mercedes engines
[Chorus 2X: Trife Da God] Aiyo, these blocks ain't big enough for all of us to eat These corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep It's like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
[Trife Da God] Yeah I write raps, but I sling crack for a living Punk, anywhere, I ain't gotta ask for permission Trife Dies', know the fiends can't miss him Everyday on the shift, like transmission, making them transitions From New York to Great Britain, up state to San Quinton Every corner, every block, from Broad Street to Van Sithlin The grand picture, haul ass when them vans blitz in Watch for police, the word on the street is your man's snitching I'm rider like Pac, ain't no stopping my ambitions Getting money, twenty four seven, bredren, my hand's itching Got me looking through the eye of the scope, and real killas move smooth With a quiet approach, silencers on the tools when they fire the toast And if you ain't dead or in jail, then why the hell you crying you broke I tell a bitch, let me slide in your throat And have her gnawning on my head like she high off of dope, get it? good
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[Outro: Trife Da God] Uh, uh, uh, uh Theodore, nigga..
