TrifeLife

Trife Life - Mobb Deep

Lyrics by：Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/Michael Henderson

Composed by：Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/Michael Henderson

Havoc/Prodigy：

Check it out now

Word up son s**t is ill kid

Nahmsayin'

Bein' that we livin' the motherf**kin' trife life

Still have another day right

It's only right

Let me put you on to what happened son

You ain't gonna believe this s**t

Kick that s**t

Prodigy：

It's just another day drowning my troubles wit' a forty

That's when I got a call from this brown skin shorty

She asked me where's my crew at said we could do whatever

She got a 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 ho lonely in tears

Ain't no telling what her friends putting up in her ears

Ideas of setting me up I'm not trying to 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 battalion of Bucktowners

Waiting for us to get up off the train and surround us

Or maybe I'm blowing this s**t out of proportion

But this s**t do happen to n***as very often

So f**k it a n***a gotta do what he meant to

My crew got my back 'f**k the world' is my mental

We put together five soldiers

The b***h called my blood curdled

Told me to meet her on Myrtle

Got to the plaza we're waiting 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 five heats nothing sweet

First n***a fronting getting lifted off his f**king feet

It took eternity to reached our destination

My heartbeat is racing 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 that's when a black caravan rolled up

My legs didn't froze up I grabbed my pound

Told my man "Eyes open 'cause it might go down"

Said he don't like the way the s**t is starting to sound

Every angle of the car was smoked out and tinted

So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it

It might have been TNT I wasn't trying to wait and see

We jetted through Marcy 'cause D's ain't bagging me

Word son they got us on the run duns see yo

Check it out check it out check it out yo

Trife life got me thinking like an animal