Check this Hustler shit out

This is for all you fucking gangster niggas out there..

There aaaaaall dedicated to the trife shit



This is for the kids on the corners with beepers and bangers

and loading shirts of hangers Loot and Templeton boots

Honeys that want to go clubbing or should I say 'Rubbing'

Up against Mack Daddies that drive black Caddies

And white continentals grasping my instrumentals

Trunks, filled with blasting instruments like 'Biscuits'

BMW dripping my hoodlum stack will trouble you

If you don't let them hustle you, they'll snuff you

Cops will cuff you for no reason

Heard it's a open season

Your man's committing treezing cuz your girl is skeezing

This is for the hard rocks that pack glocks

Swinging balleries and socks eating bakeries and locks

For niggas that box and hit the bag so you'll a-phone in herringbones

Rains with hard stones hones and weapons galore

Left a double bladed knife inside my pocket

This is dedicated to the trife







Dedi-cated to the Trife

Dedicated to the Trife kid

I'm sexing your wife kid

Put the trife on

This is dedicated to the Trife with the butcher knife



Dedi-cated to the fucking Trife

Dedicated to the Trife, kid

I'm sexing your wife kid

Put the trife on

This is dedicated to the Trife with the butcher knife – for the trife



For the girls with big butts and kids with big guts

And HEARTS and honeys that dress up Friday night to meet me

And treat me with respect. I'm kicking this mind of crime

And kids that sell dimes but don't drop em'

For bugs that rot, shot the thugs that got pistols for sale

Selling more pistols than gale

Though Guys that snuff guys for looking

Get arrested and turn the whole night into booking

From Brooklyn to Manhattan

To Sheldon to Strong Island

Violently I get fucking greens

Fill the head with cash and flip hash

And got a stash of loot that's trife

God bless your life



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