TRIFE DIESEL

TRIFE DIESEL - Listen Carefully lyrics

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(Listen Carefully)

Yeah, Poof nigga, Vamoose, Your wack to me

Casualties, All you weak emcees get slapped for free

Word up, T.M.F., Theodore, Criminal Grind

Uhh, Phenom the Don, You know how we do it

Mental Instruments, Let's get em

Ayo, Ayo my rap style's bizarre like Hendrix on a guitar

Getting lit, Blowing piff out of cherry scented cigars

Ghetto stars, Black armored cars sitting on corners

P.L. pimp'n, We some true definition of ballers

Theodore is S.G., Kryme, Tommy and me

Robbing sprees, Bob n' weave, Catch a body and flee

Cause when a Ruger pop, I could care less if it's you I shot

My name ring bells from Broad Street to Huguenot

All the way to Crime's Hill, Nigga we rhyme I'll

With signed deals, T.M.F. is how I define real

I wish a nigga would try to violate fam

The lead will leave his head swollen like a prostate gland

No disrespect to the Wu, But I annihilate clans

From East coast to West coast my feet'll vibrate lands

And I spit blades of glory, Writing ageless stories

And walk the same path these rap legends laid before me

Frank ain't last, Nino ain't last

Tony Montana, These is things of the past

Fiction, Played on the screen with a cast

You need to listen, We all got a dream to get cash

I get mine slow, You get yours fast

The Building Boys, Stapleton, Broad Street is the Ave.

Posted by one eighty-one, Them guns'll blast

We roll grass, Decorate blunts with chunks of hash

Puff pass, Blow smoke, A nigga done sold coke

Truth, British walkers, See the Hawk flip'n gold ropes

I'm old school, Twenty-eight year human pro tool

That hold tools, No rules, Fuck cops

Walk back to your block with no shoes and your socks

No jewels on your neck, No ice on your watch

Send a kite to the box and let the big kids rip you

And get Biz with a ox, shoot out your ribs with a glock

They can't stop the bum rush, The guns bust

Charge, If you in it to win it

Word to God run hard in the race

Now a days niggas out to get that cake up

Money coming slow, Better pick that pace up

Hustlers never know, Where it all goes

Til they get caught sleeping then that ass do wake up

I'm Bo, Hit the hole like Brandon Jacob

Straight splatter a nigga, Make him pick that face up

I'm a New York Giant, Grip iron

Shit fly'n out of every direction

Eli Manning arms, You better tell your mans to come

I'll put the heat on him like a tanning salon

Hot shots, Chop rocks, Make blocks pop

The product get sold, Beat the road once I got the drop

Haters wanna catch me slipping, I think not

My strip stay clicking them yellow and pink tops

Poof nigga, Vamoose, Your wack to me

Casualties, All you weak emcees get slapped for free

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