King Tee - Triflin' n***a lyrics

{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*} [m] you won't have to worry about anything when you're with me [m] cause i'm.. (?) reliable (?) {*while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*} [t] n***a wha**up n***a? get out the car n***a! [t] give me your j**-els, fool! [m] what, what do you want from us? [t] you and your b**h, n***a! {*car door slams*} [t] get out here.. n***a you better get off this motherf**er punk [m] look.. look out baby [m] i'm not givin up anything! you're just gonna have to.. {*gun blasts*} "screamin!" {*second skit: argument between thugs over money*} [1] where my motherf**in chips at n***a? [2] yo homey i already told you n***a i'd have it friday n***a [1] man f** what you told me n***a! [2] what?! n***a, f** you motherf**er [1] n***a what's happenin then n***a? n***a! {*beatdown starts*} [2] awww sh**!! {*beatdown continues*} [king tee] I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge The n***az always ask am i a crip or a blood? I am what i am and that's all i can stands I can't stands no more so i'ma scram Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far away A place that the map don't say Cause i'm gettin kinda timid, at first i was with it Talk about jack moves, i did it I took cars, snatched j**elry, and boy i'd run With the colored rag over my gun And there was times i had to pop fools {*blam*} Because they didn't believe that the glock rules When i say get out, get out! and i might not shoot Then i'm off to put your dayton's on my coupe But nowadays i have to figure What goes around comes around for the triflin n***a {*third skit: g's discussing a hit*} [1] there the n***a! [2] n***a n***a f** that, i'm gonna shoot this n***a right here [2] man, watch this {*gun being co*ked sounds*} [2] i ain't got time to be playin with this motherf**er n***a [2] show this n***a what time it is n***a [1] yo yo hold up [2] n***a watch out n***a [1] come on man [2] n***a watch out n***a {*incomprehensible*} [2] f** that n***a man, f** that n***a [1] we don't need to get indicted [3] yo yo the n***a got a gat!! [2] n***a f** that n***a n***a! n***a f** that n***a! [2] n***a f** that n***a! {*blam! blam! blam-blam-blam!*} [2] n***a f** that n***a!! [king tee] Back in the days i used to stand on the block with my box Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks He was young and bold, lot of money and gold Kept a gat on hold in case s**ers tried to roll A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops His mother and father, smoke crack like i drink brew Survival's on his mind so he serves them too School isn't important, he's importin big packages Across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters All the women ride his jock like a jockey He says "i'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop me" But confidence, is his best defense At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench He says "a punk try to run up, i'ma pull the trigger" What goes around comes around for the triflin n***a! {*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*} [1] what's happenin man you got those birds? [2] yo you got the money homey? [1] aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo'? [3] look man, f** all the bullsh** [1] man here you go right here man [2] show the money dawg {*briefcase is opened*} [1] n***a, there you go, so what's happenin? [?] i like that, we in business [?] man - f** you n***a, this is a jack, it's a jack n***a [?] always gettin him, hey what's up? [2] n***a, strip down, get bu*t-naked n***a [king tee] I heard one-time wanna peel my cap For the gangster rap to make n***az start fightin back But i don't even give a f** Pa** the ak, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*} Cause i don't give a f** about a piece of tin I [*scratch*] sh** off your chest and then grin And move on to the next motherf**er Cops ain't nuttin but the klan undercover And they be lynchin motherf**ers up nightly That's why they need mo' motherf**ers like me To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*] Cause i'm a triflin n***a {*fifth skit: pa**engers in a car*} [1] yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that's the cops [2] aww god damn! [1] pull over! [2] y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out [2] chill out alright? here he comes, here he comes [c] can i see yer driver's license registration and proof of insurance? [2] what did i do officer? [c] get get your hands on the wheel! [2] man what did i do? what you talkin about? [1] man f** that n***a man [?] blast that motherf**er, blast him! {*blam, blam blam blam, blam*} {*car peels out and takes off*}