Artist: T.M.F. Album: Unsorted Song: Straight 2 The Point Translated title:
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[Intro: Trife Da God (Kryme Life) {Tommy Whispers}] Yeah! It's Trife Diesel! (Kryme Life) T.M.F., Theodore {Tommy Whispers} History in the makin', J-Love I see you {Word up} (We gon' let the streets feel us on this one) Staten Island to Queens (Nahmean?) Let's go! {Every borough} All my live niggas {Word up} Stand up! Let's go! Gangsta right here.. aiyo aiyo
[Trife Da God] First of all, you ain't worth to brawl And my fifth call it the gift when I curse you all See I'm a soldier, look at my ranks We got that water bubblin' like we cookin' up Franks It's Trife Diesel, get familiar with the name I'm here to stay for a while so enstill it in ya brain My gorillas'll bang, we are The Planet of the Apes Clips as long as bananas, throw them hammers in ya face
There's a lot of niggas reppin' their squad but most of these cowards out here ain't reppin' this hard You don't squeeze lead, mothafucka you'se an E-head and when it get to poppin' you get the runnin' like cheeseheads Do anything in my power to keep my seeds fed In other words, fuck what you heard I'm tryin' to see bread And truthfully, par, ya songs don't move me Funny niggas, y'all a bunch of D.L. Hughley's
[Chorus x2: Kryme Life (Trife Da God)] We just wanna get Straight 2 the Point, right on the subject (Most of y'all rappers is fraud, ya game is suspect) It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust Tec's (cuz this year we gon' cause a lot of upsets)
[Tommy Whispers] You want Rahmaddan? No eatin' when I'm out with my bomb Never calm, when the NARC's swarm I jet to my mom's Crack in my left palm, legs wobbley Probably fit the description for last week's robbery, D's is on to me My scheme is, the money first, where ever the fiends is Demons the size of cheeze-it's 'til my CREAM gets washed like dirty clothes, my team flips sturdy O's a week Work gettin' off as I speak I'm a hustler, that's word to Rich Porter's mother Teach y'all mothafuckas how to bag and count grams Stack that paper, I'll show you an ounce, man Get off the couch, man, play the block with hot hands Raw street, move ya feet as walkin' on hot sand CopLand, not part of the plan, stay out my business S.Q.S., don't need you playin' the witness T.M.F., we all about gettin' them riches
[Chorus x2]
[Kryme Life] When I bust I ain't holdin' my heat, son, I'm aimin' straight The rush from me blowin' them trees up, it change my face Slow down, homey, need to ease up and change ya pace Comin' out the club all skiied up's a big mistake Campfire's on and the beef's cookin' I got the drop on them wisdom kids that's straight outta Brooklyn In the whip lookin' like we on the crusades Got ice flowin' through my vein and ya niggas is Kool-Aid Listen, a little change'll get you laid And have ya wig pushed back like it was the G2K Now I've been, on the block for at least two days Not sleepin', eyes pealed, ain't tryin' to see the precinct Five mil' off a record, that'll be decent and turn these haters into believers, with my achievements Too long, they had me waitin' on the back burner Now I'm ready to get it on with this black burner {*gun cocks*}
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