Lyrics Trife Life - Mobb Deep

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Word up, son, shit is ill, kid
Know what I′m sayin'?
Bein′ that we livin' the motherfuckin' 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 shit (kick that shit)

It's just another day, drownin′ my troubles with a 40
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 an 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 tellin' what her friends puttin′ up in her ears
Ideas of settin′ me up I'm not tryna hear (check it out, son)
So we take the gats for precautions (no doubt)
Plus, this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
She might got a whole battalion 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 niggas 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
All together, we six deep
With five heats, nothin′ sweet
First nigga frontin′ gettin' lifted off his fucking feet
It took eternity to reach 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, 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 shit is startin' 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 tryna wait and see
We jetted through Marcy ′cause D's ain′t baggin' me
Word, son, they got us on the run, done, see, yo
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
The 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
Okay, check it, you′re on your way to your girl's crib
But the bitch live in the Bridge

You ain't really sweating it
′Cause little do you know, the niggas in the Bridge be settin′ it
You thought you was safe
And tried to walk the back streets without heat
On the 41st Side of 12th Street
The side where niggas don't give a fuck
The side where if you come through fronting
Kid, you getting bucked
On your way, to apartment 3A
With a fat herringbone, let him slide, no days
Son get the heat ′cause I'm about to stick him
(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 boning, not knowin' that I′m scheming
Just the right time, kid, it's 12 in the evening
You're leaving out the building as you kiss your girl goodbye
Thought you was safe and got caught by surprise
"What′s going 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 his chain
Come through truck without heat, how you figure?
When you in the projects, keep your fingers on the trigger
But fuck that, we juxing
If you got what we like, it gets tooken

Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo, good looking
Now we catchin' a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn
Gettin′ tore up from the floor up, hit the dress store up
Got the 80 auto in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get your motherfuckin' shit swollen
Now it′s back to Queens to serve fiends
Makin' G′s by any means, my eyes on my enemies
Sippin' Hennessy 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 nine-to-five, 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 niggas
Pullin' the trigger when the drama appears
′Cause a nigga worst enemy is fear, so, yo.
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
The trife life got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo
What can kill you is what you don't know