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Trife Life Lyrics

Artist: Mobb Deep
Album: The Infamous

Check it out now..
Word up Son shit is ill kid..
Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife life
Don't have another day right?
It's only right
Let me put you on to what happens Son never believe this shit
Kick that shit

[Prodigy]
It's just another day drownin my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brownskin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whatever
She got her crew too, and said that we should get together
I said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hour
so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"
Then I hung up the horn
And I thought to myself that it might be on
Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)
Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears
Ain't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears
Ideas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear
(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners
Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us
Or maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportion
But this shit do happen, to niggaz very often
So fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers, the bitch called
My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we're waitin for the G train
We put a plan together, just in case the beef came
Now we Bed Stuy bound
Far from home and on unknown ground
But together we six deep, with fire piece, nuttin sweet
First nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feet
It took eternity, we reached our destination
My heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patient
We finally got to Myrtle outside the train station
I saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patient
But hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound
Told my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"
Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to sound
Evey angle of the car was smoked out and tinted
So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it
It mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, we
jetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin me
Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo

Chorus:

Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Trife life got me thinkin like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yo
What can kill you is what you don't know

[Havoc]
OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib
But the bitch live in the 'Bridge
You ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you know
The niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin it
You thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heat
on the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th Street
The cyber-niggaz don't give a fuck
Decide well if you come thru frontin, kid you gettin bucked
On your way, to apartment 3A
with a phat herringbone, let him slide, no days
Son get the heat, cause I'm about to stick em
(Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!)
Aight bet, so just hold it down
while I cock back the long three pound
You're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheamin
Just the right time kid, it's twelve in the evenin
You're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbye
Thought you was safe and got caught by surprised
"What's goin on?", as I reply,
"Shut the fuck up and don't make this 'to another homicide"
He tried to play tough so I put one in his brain
Even though I took his life, all I wanted was the chain
Come through truck without heat, how you figure?
When you in the projects keep your fingers on the trigger
But fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tooken
Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin
Now be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in Brooklyn
Gettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' up
Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get'cha motherfuckin shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Makin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies
Sippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit
One-time searchin me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Though my goal is to leave outta state, push ki's
But all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leave
Fuck a 9-to-5, I get the loot with ease
Don't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figure
I get mines slingin on the corner with my niggaz
Pullin the trigger when the drama appears
Cause that nigga worse enemy is FEAR
So yo....

Chorus

No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..
[ad lib to outro]

Comments/Interpretations

by Kurt Tarvis on 6/27/2009 5:41pm
love this fucking song, mobb deep was so good back then

by Ak on 9/2/2009 6:07pm
"The cyber-niggaz don't give a fuck
Decide well if you come thru frontin, kid you gettin bucked"

Its actually:

"The side where niggaz don't give a fuck/
The side where if you come through frontin, kid you gettin bucked"

by SJ on 11/4/2009 9:53am
Yea whoever wrote the original had some kinda imagination...just makin up words!

by LOL on 1/7/2010 6:12pm
SJ is retarded maybe those arent the orignal lyrics. what the fuck are cyber niggaz haha

by Jose on 6/2/2010 12:20am
The lyrics are wrong on some of these versus. Havoc's verse is actually "the side where niggas don't give a fuck, the side where if you come through frontin, kid you gettin bucked". either way, this song is a classic!

by yoo on 11/19/2011 1:55pm
killlllsssss

by p.baller on 1/22/2012 9:29pm
This song is a great source of 1.0 hiphop and that can be viewed from a 3.0 perspective. this style has come along way and its good to take notice of its roots. Im not an entire fan of the song, but it deserves an appreciation for its flow, rupture, and layering.

by Sarley on 1/23/2012 1:23pm
Taking p.baller's advice and looking closer at the roots of this song, it is incredible to me how a song so seemingly "soft" as "You Are My Starship" by Norman Conners, can be used as the skeleton (melody and bassline) of a song that portrays such hard living. It just goes to show how these artists took from the material they had at the time and made something completely original with it. That is 1.0 hip-hop.

by papaya on 1/23/2012 2:20pm
These lyrics are an awesome description of what I would assume was the lifestyle they lived. The fear they had while entering into the other side of the city was obvious through the description of Mobb Deep. It puts you right in the shoes of these guys taking that long trip, seeing that van pull up and not knowing why that is or what might happen. I guess in some ways, we all are living this same life.We all live everyday of our lives on edge with not a clue of what may happen to us, who is going to harm us or even where we will end up. Seeing the stories of these young boys in those times, just seems much more intense and dangerous. Everyone has been scared before, and I agree that in one point of everyone's lives, their "worst enemy is fear." It makes us do some crazy things sometimes.

by a.j.b. on 1/24/2012 11:41am
It seems like these kids have an exterior of glass, look so strong but can be so easily smashed. They were living in a time with an inner city war. Hard for me to relate cause as a kid I never had something to really fight for. The background track and the rap seem to be polar opposites apart, but together create a symphony that hits straight to the heart. I like how the song has two different points of perspective, makes the song much more effective. I couldn�t imagine growing up in a time where I was scared to leave my home, having to have a crew of friends with me to make sure I didn�t see the white light too soon.

by TMH10 on 1/25/2012 1:38am
Don�t usually listen to rap but man I love this song! ...so powerful�it�s just one snapshot in the lives of these kids but the story is so descriptive. The way they layer in their own transformed tune from the 1970�s is fricken brilliant and effective. I can feel the excitement, fear, and suspense, in their dialogue and as they convey the thoughts going through their heads while on the way to the girl�s crib. Never thought I could learn so much about a group of people through a song--tidbits about Brooklyn, fear running deep in these guys� veins even as they try to keep their cool with all the beats in the background, telling their story from both perspectives (them going to unknown grounds and someone else going into their home town)�so much passion�It�s weird how we can learn so much about each other through hip hop songs like these� but at the same time, it�s incredible�.

by Kre8 on 1/26/2012 1:28am
This song is erratic. Its all over the place, shifting through perspectives. I would call this a real representation of Hip Hop foundationally representing a community. The first progenitors of Hip Hop were all about community pride and territorial references. This style is purely a reflection of the era, and the content is a reflection of the context. This exemplifies HipHop 1.0.

by markaveli23 on 1/26/2012 1:48pm
As you listen to these lyrics, you learn a lot about the lives of Mobb Deep in what they had to go through to become recognized as american hip-hop artists. They were raised in a time were poverty, violence, and discrimination was already happening. If that never existed, there wouldn't be a world where people killed or hustled for money. At this time, all they had was to talk about their lives on what they had to go through from watching their backs and representing Queens. From Prodigy's verse seems so hard that he can go anywhere whenever he want. He needed to be with this girl, so he went to Brooklyn. Then Havoc's verse to come up and say that you shouldn't come here cause you'll get yourself killed. To be in the lives of Mobb Deep, it would have been a crazy life to live in, cause you never know if you'll end up in your own coffin.

by mestirdough on 1/31/2012 1:10pm
Hip Hop 1.0, what it use to be!

by fresh on 2/9/2012 3:00pm
this song is speaks for itself. i beleive its real life experiences back then. it was in a time of racism and crime. I feel like the only people you could really trust back where people like you. Mobb raps about his crew in here and thats what all he got to make him get by with life by helping him do the crime.

by amu422 on 3/13/2012 12:45am
These lyrics are very raw and descriptive of what their daily lives must have been like. This is what clearly defines this song as hip hop 1.0. It is far from what rap songs are like today, where rappers just focus on money. Looking online, I found out that this song was released in 1995, which doesn't seem all that long ago, but it clearly shows how quickly hip hop has changed directions to become hip hop 3.0. It would be interesting to see if rappers today were to attempt to revert back to hip hop 1.0, and if they would be able to succeed in today's mindset of commercializing everything.

by barlewis5 on 1/23/2013 10:22am
Cyber-niggaz hahahahaha, projects version of Robocop