SLJ - Triflin' n***a lyrics

{*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] n***a WHASSUP n***a? Get out the car n***a! [T] Give me your j**-els, fool! [M] What, what do you want from us? [T] You and your b*tch, n***a! {*car door slams*} [T] Get out here.. n***a you better get off this motherf**er 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**in chips at n***a? [2] Yo homey I already told you n***a I'd have it Friday n***a [1] Man fu*k what you told me n***a! [2] WHAT?! n***a, f** you motherf**er [1] n***a what's happenin then n***a? n***a! {*beatdown starts*} [2] Awww sh**!! {*beatdown continues*} [King Tee] I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge The n***as 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'mma 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 j**elry, 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 n***a {*third skit: G's discussing a hit*} [1] There the n***a! [2] n***a n***a f** that, I'm gonna shoot this n***a right here [2] Man, watch this {*gun being co*ked sounds*} [2] I ain't got time to be playin with this motherf**er n***a [2] Show this n***a what time it is n***a [1] Yo yo hold up [2] n***a watch out n***a [1] Come on man [2] n***a watch out n***a {*incomprehensible*} [2] f** that n***a man, f** that n***a [1] We don't need to get indicted [3] Yo yo the n***a got a gat!! [2] n***a f** that n***a n***a! n***a fu*k that n***a! [2] n***a fu*k THAT ni**a! {*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!*} [2] ni**a fu*k THAT ni**a!! [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**ers 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'mma pull the trigger" What goes around comes around for the triflin n***a! {*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** all the bullsh** [1] Man here you go right here man [2] Show the money dawg {*briefcase is opened*} [1] n***a, there you go, so what's happenin? [?] I like that, we in business [?] Man - f** you n***a, this is a jack, it's a jack n***a [?] Always gettin him, hey what's up? [2] n***a, strip down, get bu*t-naked n***a [King Tee] I heard one-time wanna peel my cap For the gangster rap to make n***as start fightin back But I don't even give a f** Pa** the AK, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*} Cause I don't give a f** about a piece of tin I [*scratch*] sh** off your chest and then grin And move on to the next motherf**er Cops ain't nuttin but the Klan undercover And they be lynchin motherf**ers up nightly That's why they need mo' motherf**ers like me To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*] Cause I'm a triflin n***a {*fifth skit: pa**engers 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** that n***a man [?] Blast that motherf**er, blast him! {*BLAM, BLAM BLAM BLAM, BLAM*} {*car peels out and takes off*}