{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*}

[M] You won't have to worry about anything when you're with me

[M] cause I'm.. (?) reliable (?)

	{*while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*}

[T] Nigga WHASSUP nigga? Get out the car nigga!

[T] Give me your jew-els, fool!

[M] What, what do you want from us?

[T] You and your BITCH, nigga!

	{*car door slams*}

[T] Get out here.. nigga you better get off this motherfucker punk

[M] Look.. look out baby

[M] I'm not givin up anything!  You're just gonna have to..

	{*gun blasts*}



"Screamin!"



	{*second skit: argument between thugs over money*}

[1] Where my motherfuckin chips at nigga?

[2] Yo homey I already told you nigga I'd have it Friday nigga

[1] Man FUCK what you told me nigga!

[2] WHAT?! Nigga, fuck you motherfucker

[1] Nigga what's happenin then nigga?  Nigga!

	{*beatdown starts*}

[2] Awww shit!!

	{*beatdown continues*}



[King Tee]

I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge

The niggaz always ask am I a Crip or a Blood?

I am what I am and that's all I can stands

I can't stands no more so I'ma scram

Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far away

A place that the map don't say

Cause I'm gettin kinda timid, at first I was with it

Talk about jack moves, I did it

I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I'd run

with the colored rag over my gun

And there was times I had to pop fools {*BLAM*}

because they didn't believe that the glock rules

When I say get out, get out!  And I might not shoot

Then I'm off to put your Dayton's on my Coupe

But nowadays I have to figure

What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga



	{*third skit: G's discussing a hit*}

[1] There the nigga!

[2] Nigga nigga fuck that, I'm gonna shoot this nigga right here

[2] Man, watch this

	{*gun being cocked sounds*}

[2] I ain't got time to be playin with this motherfucker nigga

[2] Show this nigga what time it is nigga

[1] Yo yo hold up

[2] Nigga watch out nigga

[1] Come on man

[2] Nigga watch out nigga {*incomprehensible*}

[2] Fuck that nigga man, fuck that nigga

[1] We don't need to get indicted

[3] Yo yo the nigga got a gat!!

[2] Nigga fuck that nigga nigga!  Nigga FUCK that nigga!

[2] Nigga FUCK THAT NIGGA!

	{*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!*}

[2] NIGGA FUCK THAT NIGGA!!



[King Tee]

Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my box

Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks

He was young and bold, lot of money and gold

Kept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to roll

A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops

He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops

His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brew

Survival's on his mind so he serves them too

School isn't important, he's importin big packages

across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters

All the women ride his jock like a jockey

He says "I'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop me"

but confidence, is his best defense

At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench

He says "A punk try to run up, I'ma pull the trigger"

What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga!



	{*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*}

[1] What's happenin man you got those birds?

[2] Yo you got the money homey?

[1] Aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo'?

[3] Look man, fuck all the bullshit

[1] Man here you go right here man

[2] Show the money dawg

	{*briefcase is opened*}

[1] Nigga, there you go, so what's happenin?

[?] I like that, we in business

[?] Man - fuck you nigga, this is a jack, it's a jack nigga

[?] Always gettin him, hey what's up?

[2] Nigga, strip down, get butt-naked nigga



[King Tee]

I heard one-time wanna peel my cap

for the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin back

But I don't even give a fuck

Pass the AK, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*}

Cause I don't give a fuck about a piece of tin

I [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grin

And move on to the next motherfucker

Cops ain't nuttin but the Klan undercover

And they be lynchin motherfuckers up nightly

That's why they need mo' motherfuckers like me

To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*]

cause I'm a triflin nigga



	{*fifth skit: passengers in a car*}

[1] Yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that's the cops

[2] Aww god damn!

[1] Pull over!

[2] Y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out

[2] Chill out alright?  Here he comes, here he comes

[C] Can I see yer driver's license registration and proof of insurance?

[2] What did I do officer?

[C] Get get your hands on the wheel!

[2] Man what did I do?  What you talkin about?

[1] Man fuck that nigga man

[?] Blast that motherfucker, blast him!

	{*BLAM, BLAM BLAM BLAM, BLAM*}

	{*car peels out and takes off*}