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[Intro: Trife Da God] Uh, fuck 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 asshole full of dimes, so when he see the judge You know he gon' get an asshole 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 faggot ass rednecks started beating on him Usually roll with a pitch in his fifth, or heat is on him Was a risk, but the nigga insist, he keep it on him It's a fucked up world we live in, for all my niggaz 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 Songtexte [Trife Da God] They say I'm grimey, but I'm cool as shit I show you how to use a bitch, 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 bitch, she'll shoot a snitch, quick fast in a hurry And then she'll hop her ass on the Ferry Push the pedal to the metal, pumping gas in the Chevy Hit my whole team off, serving ass in the telly And she ride for a nigga, 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 shit is worth eighty notes She nineteen and fiend for 'Ice Cream' like Rae and Ghost Good girl, or bad girl, nigga, they all the same See it's not how you fuck '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, niggaz, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania