Trife Life Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Check it out now. 

Word up Son, shit is ill kid. 

Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life 

Don't have another day right? 

It's only right 

Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this shit 

Kick that shit 

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(Prodigy) 

It's just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty 

That's when I got the call from this brownskin shorty 

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

She got her 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 hoe lonely in tears 

Ain't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears 

Ideas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta 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 batallion 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 niggaz 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 

But together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweet 

First nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feet 

It took eternity, we reached 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, thats when a black caravan rolled up 

My legs then 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 

Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted 

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

It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, we 

jetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me 

Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo 

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Chorus: 

Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo 

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 

(Havoc) 

OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib 

But the bitch live in the 'Bridge 

You ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you know 

The niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin it 

You thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heat 

on the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th Street 

The cyber-niggaz don't give a fuck 

Decide well if you come thru frontin, kid you gettin bucked 

On your way, to apartment 3A 

with a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days 

Son 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 down 

while I cock back the long three pound 

You're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheamin 

Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the evenin 

You're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbye 

Thought 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 brain 

Even though I took his life, all I wanted was the chain 

Come through truck without heat, how you figure? 

When you in the projects keep your fingers on the trigger 

But fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tooken 

Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin 

Now be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in Brooklyn 

Gettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' up 

Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up 

Get'cha motherfuckin shit swoll up 

Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends 

Makin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies 

Sippin Hennessey, 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 9-to-5, 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 niggaz 

Pullin the trigger when the drama appears 

Cause that nigga worse enemy is FEAR 

So yo... 

Chorus 

No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know. 

(ad lib to outro)