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Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Infamous

Trife Life Lyrics

Verse One: Prodigy 

It all began on the street to the back of a blue police vehicle 

Next come the bookends the way things is looking 

It's Friday you in for a long stay gettin shackled on the bus 

First thing come Monday hoping in your mind you'll be released one day 

But knowing home is a place you're not going for a long while 

Now you're up on the isle in a position that you ain't got to, refusing 

to smile 

But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent 

Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent 

Thought you could hack it, now you're requesting Pee, see you fragile 

It ain't hard to see, niggas like that don't associate with me 

I'd rather, get busy to the third degree 

cause the war populations are 

If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon 

Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid 

Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap 

Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that 

Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate, and I would hate 

To set your crooked ass straight 

Chorus 

Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone, niggas is trife 

Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip, make one false move 

And it's a up north trip 

Livin the high life, make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone 

Niggas is trife, runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip, make one 

false move And it's a up north trip 

Verse Two: Havoc 

You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit 

You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip 

Motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks, hollow tips 

To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor 

Did you a favor, tried to wet you but i grazed you 

Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block, chill for a while 

Make them think the beef stop, then I creep like a thief in the night 

It's only right, ain't no turnin back, it's on tonight, and if I get caught 

Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York 

Stress, smokin back to back cigaretttes, it popped off, gon' point in 

the mess hall 

But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas 

Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan 

Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam, God forbid if my shit do 

Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body 

Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene, get ghost, stash 

the pistol 

So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax, roll a sack, ?K-A black? 

Find a shorty intact 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Prodigy 

I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water, it oughtta 

Drop in a half and hour, in the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil 

Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil, then I pause 

And ask God why, did he put me on the serve, just so I could die 

I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong, why I'm still breathing 

And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while 

Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle, but my 

Heart pumps foul blood through my arteries, and I can't turn it back 

It's a part of me, too late for cryin, I'm a grown man struggling 

To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding 

I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this danger zone 

Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid 

My money comes first, cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody 

If you're not family, then you die by me, cause niggas will have you 

locked up 

The snitch, be a man, givin police the run down on your plans 

We're never goin down like that, so I, shut my mouth and hold my words back 

The legal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes, the last kid that shitted 

And gave police access, to my blueprints, used names as evidence 

Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since 

The moral of the story is easy to figure out, a lesson that you can't 

live without 

Repeat Chorus once 

*Livin the high life
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