(feat. Tommy Whispers)



[Intro: Trife Da Good]

Mmm-hmm... yo we going in, nigga



[Chorus x2: Trife Da God]

It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks

When I bang mine, ain't no escaping out this bitch

And your chain's mine, kidnap the bracelet off your wrist

Heard it through the grapevine, that you was hating on the click



[Trife Da God]

I'm not Chris Tuck', but I'll tuck them ratchets

When I was young, I used to beat off, and fuck the mattress

And I promise you, step out of line, see what that llama do

Demolish you, rip through your chest, hit your abdominal

My hammer hold twelve like a dozen of eggs

And your man'll get bodied over something he said

I'm not a blood, but I rock nothing but red

He got his button on, I heard son fuck with the feds

Why niggaz wanna fuck with my bread, like I ain't starving

When I reign, I leave niggaz in Payne, but I ain't Martin

If I ain't gone, I'm gonna move the weight by the carton

On the plate carving, find me out of sight like a martian

And I'm bobbing and weaving, dodging the precint

Hit I-95, blowing cigars on the Decon

Even when I'm fucked up, you know the God'll be eating

It's all good, my hood is like the Garden of Eden



[Chorus x2]



[Tommy Whispers]

We make hits, classical shit, spit acid

Turn bodies into ashes, T.M.F., we the masters

Father to your style, so you can't be called a bastard

Held fast in close casket, on the verge of collapsion

Demolition derby, car crashing, heart smashed in

Brutaly, I beast on beats, Broadstreet, Staten

Usually I creep black heat, in dusty clothes

Then drift from rusty 'fro's

Communicate; Sprint to Sprint, somebody knows

Phonetap, info'll get leaked like cognac

Seepin' through plastic cups, no caps on the bottle

Sold crack cuz I got to, feed my seed is my motto

Believe I'm leave the hood, I hit the lotto

But wherever I go, you know the hood gon' follow

With them hollows and a tech, spray Windex

Glassed on niggaz get chin check

Theodore Unit, nigga, we out for them ten checks



[Chorus x2]



[Trife Da God]

I'm in the kitchen with them pots and pans

And when them guns start to fire

Ain't no telling where them shots gon' land

Niggaz smile up in your face, but they not your man

So it's obvious they not gon' stand

I'm on the block, every day, moving yay', try'nna knock off grams

If a nigga steal from me, I'm gonna chop off hands, so don't

Get it confused, niggaz, give up them tools

Cuz when we walk through the spot, y'all get up and move

I'm a nigga that stay bending the rules

Take a real good luck at a crook, and remember this dude

Now keep that talk to a minimum, cuz niggaz be quick to peel off

When that shit jump off like Lil' Kim and 'em

Pumped off adrenaline, got his man drillin' him

Feelin' him, gasin' him with all types of words

I'm like the rain forest, I got all types of birds

But they don't get the same treatment, that my wife deserve



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Tommy Whispers (Trife Da God]

Yeah, nigga, Tommy Whispers, Trife Diesel

Uh huh, flip a mill, Kryme Life (Theodore, nigga)

Word up, T.M.F., kid, smashin' all microphones

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