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It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty That's when I got the 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 battallion of Bucktowners Waiting for us to get up off the train and surround us Or maybe I'm blowing 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 waiting for the G train We put a plan together, just in case the beef came Now we Bed Stuy bound Letras de cancionesFar from home and on unknown ground But together we six deep, with five heats, nothing sweet First nigga fronting getting lifted off his fucking feet It took eternity, we 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 shit is starting to sound Evey 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 thru Marcy cause D's ain't bagging me Word Son, they got us on the run, dun, see yo Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo 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 OK 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 setting 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 phat 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 knowing that I'm scheming Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the evening You're leaving out the building 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 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're juxing, if you got what we like you gets tooken Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good looking Now we catching a cab to Halsey & Lewis in Brooklyn Getting tore up from the floor up, hit the dress store up Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up Get your motherfucking shit swoll up Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends Making Cheese by any means, my eyes on my enemies Sipping Hennessy, with my mind on some crime shit One-time searching 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 holding 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 slinging on the corner with my niggas Pulling the trigger when the drama appears 'Cause a nigga worse enemy is fear So yo... Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo 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 From Letras Mania