Triflin' Nigga

{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*} [m] you won't have to worry about anything when you're with me [m] cause i'm.. (? ) reliable (? ) {*while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*} [t] nigga wha*sup nigga? get out the car nigga! [t] give me your jew-els, fool! [m] what, what do you want from us? [t] you and your bitch, nigga! {*car door slams*} [t] get out here.. nigga you better get off this motherf**ker punk [m] look.. look out baby [m] I'm not givin up anything! you're just gonna have to.. {*gun blasts*} "screamin!" {*second skit: argument between thugs over money*} [1] where my motherf**kin chips at nigga? [2] yo homey I already told you nigga I'd have it friday nigga [1] man f**k what you told me nigga! [2] what? ! nigga, f**k you motherf**ker [1] nigga what's happenin then nigga? nigga! {*beatdown starts*} [2] awww shit!! {*beatdown continues*} [king tee] I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge The niggaz always ask am I a crip or a blood? I am what I am and that's all I can stands I can't stands no more so i'ma scram Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far away A place that the map don't say Cause I'm gettin kinda timid, at first I was with it Talk about jack moves, I did it I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I'd run With the colored rag over my gun And there was times I had to pop fools {*blam*} Because they didn't believe that the glock rules When I say get out, get out! and I might not shoot Then I'm off to put your dayton's on my coupe But nowadays I have to figure What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga {*third skit: g's discussing a hit*} [1] there the nigga! [2] nigga nigga f**k that, I'm gonna shoot this nigga right here [2] man, watch this {*gun being cocked sounds*} [2] I ain't got time to be playin with this motherf**ker nigga [2] show this nigga what time it is nigga [1] yo yo hold up [2] nigga watch out nigga [1] come on man [2] nigga watch out nigga {*incomprehensible*} [2] f**k that nigga man, f**k that nigga [1] we don't need to get indicted [3] yo yo the nigga got a gat!! [2] nigga f**k that nigga nigga! nigga f**k that nigga! [2] nigga f**k that nigga! {*blam! blam! blam-blam-blam!*} [2] nigga f**k that nigga!! [king tee] Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my box Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks He was young and bold, lot of money and gold Kept a gat on hold in case s*ckers tried to roll A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brew Survival's on his mind so he serves them too School isn't important, he's importin big packages Across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters All the women ride his jock like a jockey He says "i'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop me" But confidence, is his best defense At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench He says "a punk try to run up, i'ma pull the trigger" What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga! {*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*} [1] what's happenin man you got those birds? [2] yo you got the money homey? [1] aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo'? [3] look man, f**k all the bullshit [1] man here you go right here man [2] show the money dawg {*briefcase is opened*} [1] nigga, there you go, so what's happenin? [? ] I like that, we in business [? ] man - f**k you nigga, this is a jack, it's a jack nigga [? ] always gettin him, hey what's up? [2] nigga, strip down, get butt-naked nigga [king tee] I heard one-time wanna peel my cap For the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin back But I don't even give a f**k Pa*s the ak, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*} Cause I don't give a f**k about a piece of tin I [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grin And move on to the next motherf**ker Cops ain't nuttin but the klan undercover And they be lynchin motherf**kers up nightly That's why they need mo' motherf**kers like me To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*] Cause I'm a triflin nigga {*fifth skit: pa*sengers in a car*} [1] yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that's the cops [2] aww God damn! [1] pull over! [2] y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out [2] chill out alright? here he comes, here he comes [c] can I see yer driver's license registration and proof of insurance? [2] what did I do officer? [c] get get your hands on the wheel! [2] man what did I do? what you talkin about? [1] man f**k that nigga man [? ] blast that motherf**ker, blast him! {*blam, blam blam blam, blam*} {*car peels out and takes off*}