Ghostface k**ah and Trife da God - Event lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah and Trife da God - Event lyrics

[Intro: Trife Da God] Uh, f** outta here, yeah, aiyo, aiyo [Trife Da God] You wouldn't believe (what) what just happened to Steve He got bagged up town with a brick in his sleeve Plus an a**hole full of dimes, so when he see the judge You know he gon' get an a**hole full of time Linebacker numbers, no distracting this hunger And they was watching 'em for damn near, half of the summer It's a shame how that boy that bagged, right on the Ave One four-fifth, d's was hopping out yellow cabs Guns drawned, told 'em get on the floor, gave 'em a run for the money And in the process he dished the raw Had the whole precint on him, cops sleeping on him Them f*ggot a** rednecks started beating on him Usually roll with a pitch in his fifth, or heat is on him Was a risk, but the n***a insist, he keep it on him It's a f**ed up world we live in, for all my n***as been maxed in, in prison Going back to the system [Chorus x2: Trife Da God] The moral of the story is there ain't one This is just a tale, take a look at this picture, I'm try'nna paint one Go into my mind, and see what you'll find Events that all took place once upon a time [Trife Da God] They say I'm grimey, but I'm cool as sh** I show you how to use a b**h, to move a brick Half a kilo stashed in the uteris Don't gotta say a word, she observe when I move my lips She don't sit when she piss, she 'stand up' like Ludacris My b**h, she'll shoot a snitch, quick fast in a hurry And then she'll hop her a** on the Ferry Push the pedal to the metal, pumping gas in the Chevy Hit my whole team off, serving a** in the telly And she ride for a n***a, like Kobe's wife This is Trife, no comparison to Obie Trice And when she bark, man, that's only right Cuz she be starting a flick, starving for dick, on her lonely nights But Tone told me to play it close, before she leave a player broke He seen her in Medina with Katrina stealing baby coats Her pops got money, this sh** is worth eighty notes She nineteen and fiend for 'Ice Cream' like Rae and Ghost Good girl, or bad girl, n***a, they all the same See it's not how you f** 'em, it's how you teach 'em the game You can shape and mold 'em, but you sure can't control 'em They have you dealing with six, going through the emotions [Chorus x2] [Outro: Trife Da God] Yeah, n***as, know what I mean Trife Diesel, Starks Enterprise, Emile on the track Kryme Life, Tommy Whispers, Theodore Unit T.M.F. in the house, word up