More Trife Life Lyrics by Mobb Deep

More Trife Life Lyrics

    Yeah she'll take you out too kid.

    A rainy day layed up thinkin
    Sitting gettin bent
    Watchin old seventy flicks
    Minds on the slouch
    Back on the couch
    Heard the phone ring
    It was a shorty from uptown I met back day.
    Long time no hear from
    No doubt long time no see
    I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she 3.
    Whats up wit that cat
    You know who your baby pops
    Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked
    He home
    Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own
    Matter fact got my own crib
    Plus I'm all alone
    Word?
    The bitch is bad
    Chill son she got me tempted
    Reminiscing the fatty
    Jumped in the ride I rented
    rest Tims
    Mecca dice well presented
    Sippin E & J straight
    Was bent when I entered
    Gave her a hug
    Stared her straight into her mug
    She aint shes a bithch back then and now its bugged
    Turned the VCR on
    Friday, my favorite flick
    Its hard for me to drink Alize I take a sip
    Got into convo, How you been over the years?
    Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear
    Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
    I'm not talkin about him
    Another dude
    Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him -- Word?
    Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him
    Now thinks its a setup
    Could it be or maybe not.
    She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock
    Tried to play it cool. But in my head shorties wildin
    Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas.
    Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was
    with Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz
    Let me begin then explain
    I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed
    Stuck without a gat
    Now prepare for combat,
    Gave the address, told my son theres more cats be here in a second
    Big gats no half steppin
    They flippin on me talkin bout I never learn my lesson
    I laughed an additional hit them with the math
    Hung up the jack, While shorty soaked in the bath.
    Played the living room.
    Dozed off for a second.
    When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked.
    Make moves stepped to the room.
    All this bullshit pussy better be good
    Through off my champion hood
    Slow motion
    All arm bent off the potion
    Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open
    It was over Laid up in the cut
    I heard a thump
    Jumped up threw on my boxers
    Yo, What the fuck?
    All of a sudden
    I saw this black motherfucker with this big ass gat and two other
    motherfuckers
    Black masks, Clutching duct tape no escape
    Tied me up, smacked me all in my face
    Shorty wasnt even screamin
    Looked up saw 'em schemin
    "Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this"
    All bloodied up, shook the fuck up
    Held for ransom, they yelled, smiled and started dancin
    Let them know they had me hostage
    Threw me on the phone said son
    Dont worry son we got this
    Regardless of the outcome
    All this bullshit
    Take a nigga word
    Dont never go see a bitch, word


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