[Intro: sample] 

War in the east, war in the west 

War up north, war down south 



[Trife Da God] 

Uh, welcome to Jam-rock 

Where niggaz get popped, buried in sandlots 

New York niggaz, triple they money hitting the grand spot 

West Coast bang for they colors and they demand blocks 

Stuffed in niggaz barbeque grillings, sizzling hamhocks 

Can't forget my mid west niggaz out in the Chi 

St. Louis and Tennessee, where them killas is sure to ride 

Shout out to my Ohio players, clocking that paper 

To all them fly pimps in Detroit, rocking them gators 

Riding around, with the top down, heat in the lap 

Stay balling, with the plush leather seats in the back 

Down in Houston, sidding sideways, chucking the deuce 

Popping them bottles, getting blasted over cups of that juice 

Dizzy stukes, niggaz blowin' off Bobby, like Whitney Houst' 

Grey goose with a touch of grapefruit, indeed, it get me loose 

We need to call a truce, for all my fallen troops 

Stop the warring, let's do more recording 

Sit back and count this loot 



[Chorus: Trife Da God (sample)] 

(War in the east) To all them dealers in the tri-state 

(War in the west) For all them niggaz out west, raising the crime rate 

(War up north) To all them killas up north, locked in the bing 

(war down south) For everybody down south doing they thing, come on 

(War in the east) To all my greasy east niggaz getting that clock right 

(War in the west) To all my jackets catching them fools at the stop lights 

(War up north) To all the heavy bidders repping in jail 

(War down south) To them votes, shouting the dirty south, electing that meal 



[Trife Da God] 

You can find me in the 'west', like Kanye, blowing on bombai 

With the killas on Crenshaw, serving up entrees 

Or lounging with the homies from Northstar, popping out of sportscars 

Niggaz wilding out in the sports bar 

No matter where I go, I'm still repping New York, pa 

You know we get it cracking when we up in the courtyard 

Sipping on forties of Ale, pouring liquor out 

For all the O.G.'s and shorties in jail 

And when I'm out in the Carolinas, blessing that marijuana 

Down in New Orleans, my niggaz wrestling anacondas 

Clapping them tools in Baton Rouge, provoking drama 

Getting it crunk in Atlanta, searching for baby mommas 

Philly and D.C., V.A. to B-More in a G4 

I-95, making them detours 

South Beach, Memorial weekend hitting the sea shore 

And every other city we go, I'm promoting T-Dore 



[Chorus x2]