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[Intro: Havoc (Prodigy)]<br />Check it out now..<br />Word up Son, shit is ill kid..<br />Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life<br />(Don't have another day right?)<br />It's only right<br />(Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this shit)<br />Kick that shit...<br /><br />[Prodigy]<br />It's just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty<br />That's when I got the call from this brownskin shorty<br />She asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whatever<br />She got her crew too, and said that we should get together<br />I said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hour<br />so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"<br />Then I hung up the horn<br />And I thought to myself that it might be on<br />Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)<br />Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears<br />Ain't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears<br />Ideas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear<br />(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions<br />Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin<br />She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners<br />Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us<br />Or maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportion<br />But this shit do happen, to niggaz very often<br />So fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to<br />My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental<br />We put together five soldiers, the bitch called<br />My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle<br />Got to the plaza, we're waitin for the G train<br />We put a plan together, just in case the beef came<br />Now we Bed Stuy bound<br />Far from home and on unknown ground<br />But together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweet<br />First nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feet<br />It took eternity, we reached our destination<br />My heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patient<br />We finally got to Myrtle outside the train station<br />I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patient<br />But hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled up<br />My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound<br />Told my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"<br />Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to sound<br />Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted<br />So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it<br />It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, we<br />jetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me<br />Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo...<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo<br />Trife life got me thinkin like an animal<br />No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yo<br />What can kill you is what you don't know.<br /><br />[Havoc]<br />OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib<br />But the bitch live in the 'Bridge<br />You ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you know<br />The niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin it<br />You thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heat<br />On the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th Street<br />The cyber-niggaz don't give a fuck<br />Decide well if you come thru frontin, kid you gettin bucked<br />On your way, to apartment 3A<br />With a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days<br />Son get the heat, cause I'm about to stick em<br />(Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!)<br />Aight bet, so just hold it down<br />While I cock back the long three pound<br />You're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheamin<br />Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the evenin<br />You're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbye<br />Thought you was safe and got caught by surprised<br />"What's goin on?" as I reply,<br />"Shut the fuck up and don't make this 'to another homicide"<br />He tried to play tough so I put one in his brain<br />Even though I took his life, all I wanted was the chain<br />Come through truck without heat, how you figure?<br />When you in the projects keep your fingers on the trigger<br />But fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tooken<br />Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin<br />Now be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in Brooklyn<br />Gettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' up<br />Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up<br />Get'cha motherfuckin shit swoll up<br />Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends<br />Makin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies<br />Sippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit<br />One-time searchin me but never ever find shit<br />It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze<br />Though my goal is to leave outta state, push ki's<br />But all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leave<br />Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the loot with ease<br />Don't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figure<br />I get mines slingin on the corner with my niggaz<br />Pullin the trigger when the drama appears <br />Cause that nigga worse enemy is FEAR<br />So yo....<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..<br />(ad lib to outro)
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[Intro: Havoc (Prodigy)]<br />Check it out now..<br />Word up Son, shit is ill kid..<br />Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life<br />(Don't have another day right?)<br />It's only right<br />(Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this shit)<br />Kick that shit...<br /><br />[Prodigy]<br />It's just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty<br />That's when I got the call from this brownskin shorty<br />She asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whatever<br />She got her crew too, and said that we should get together<br />I said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hour<br />so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"<br />Then I hung up the horn<br />And I thought to myself that it might be on<br />Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)<br />Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears<br />Ain't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears<br />Ideas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear<br />(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions<br />Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin<br />She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners<br />Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us<br />Or maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportion<br />But this shit do happen, to niggaz very often<br />So fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to<br />My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental<br />We put together five soldiers, the bitch called<br />My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle<br />Got to the plaza, we're waitin for the G train<br />We put a plan together, just in case the beef came<br />Now we Bed Stuy bound<br />Far from home and on unknown ground<br />But together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweet<br />First nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feet<br />It took eternity, we reached our destination<br />My heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patient<br />We finally got to Myrtle outside the train station<br />I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patient<br />But hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled up<br />My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound<br />Told my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"<br />Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to sound<br />Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted<br />So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it<br />It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, we<br />jetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me<br />Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo...<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo<br />Trife life got me thinkin like an animal<br />No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yo<br />What can kill you is what you don't know.<br /><br />[Havoc]<br />OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib<br />But the bitch live in the 'Bridge<br />You ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you know<br />The niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin it<br />You thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heat<br />On the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th Street<br />The cyber-niggaz don't give a fuck<br />Decide well if you come thru frontin, kid you gettin bucked<br />On your way, to apartment 3A<br />With a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days<br />Son get the heat, cause I'm about to stick em<br />(Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!)<br />Aight bet, so just hold it down<br />While I cock back the long three pound<br />You're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheamin<br />Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the evenin<br />You're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbye<br />Thought you was safe and got caught by surprised<br />"What's goin on?" as I reply,<br />"Shut the fuck up and don't make this 'to another homicide"<br />He tried to play tough so I put one in his brain<br />Even though I took his life, all I wanted was the chain<br />Come through truck without heat, how you figure?<br />When you in the projects keep your fingers on the trigger<br />But fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tooken<br />Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin<br />Now be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in Brooklyn<br />Gettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' up<br />Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up<br />Get'cha motherfuckin shit swoll up<br />Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends<br />Makin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies<br />Sippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit<br />One-time searchin me but never ever find shit<br />It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze<br />Though my goal is to leave outta state, push ki's<br />But all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leave<br />Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the loot with ease<br />Don't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figure<br />I get mines slingin on the corner with my niggaz<br />Pullin the trigger when the drama appears <br />Cause that nigga worse enemy is FEAR<br />So yo....<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..<br />(ad lib to outro)
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