[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 



[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