[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