LYRICS
作词 : Henderson, Johnson, Muchita
作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/Michael Henderson
Check it out now.
Word up Son, shit is ill kid.
Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the mother****ing 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
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 niggers very often
So **** it, a nigga gotta do what he meant t
My crew got my back, **** the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers, the shit 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 getting lifted off his ****in 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
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
OK check it,you're on your way to your girl's crib
But the niggas live in the 'Bridge
You ain't really sweatin it,cause little do you know
The niggas 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-thugs don't give a ****
Decide well if you come thru frontin,kid you gettin bucked
On your way,to apar**ent 3A
with a phat herringbone,let him slide,no days
Son get the heat,cause I'm about to stick em
(**** that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!
Aight bet,so just hold it down
while I c**k 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 **** 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 **** 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 80-0in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get'cha mother****ing 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 bull shit holdin me down,I can't leave
**** 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 niggas
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.
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