Trife Da God - Punch In, Punch Out lyrics

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Trife Da God - Punch In, Punch Out lyrics

[Intro: Trife Da God] Uh-huh, punch in, punch out Come on, aiyo, aiyo [Trife Da God] You'se a has-been, always will, always have been That garbage you pumpin', you need to save it for the trash bin You wonder why these fiends ain't coppin' your dirt Cuz you makin' it bad for business, and you stoppin' my work I put, too much time on the grind, to take an L And I be damned, if I'm out on the strip, you make a sale You f*ggot a** n***a, you scared to break a nail When nowadays, all this weight that I'm movin' can break a scale I'm the hood's number one distributor, with the buddha Got it all in my shopping mall, I'm tryin' get this loot up Man, and I've been put that suit up, fam f** a 9 to 5, a n***a gon' move those grams And as long as the business is booming, ya'll gonna witness the movement Got O.G.'s try'nna get in the union But as of right now, it's just an illusion Cuz it's nothing for a n***a, like me, to go back to robbing and shooting [Chorus 2X: Trife Da God] We got jumbos, tens, twenties and fifties On the clock every minute, and we movin' it quickly Punch it, punch out, we puncture, with gun out If ya'll n***as ain't equipped for the strip, don't come out [Trife Da God] We play them corners, like kids, you misbehave, gettin' paid And the same spot, until n***as finish, they last grenade I know that hustling's a strenuous job But if you see n***as gettin' money, why should you continue to starve? Especially if your only choice is to mow get the yard But that's even a better reason, for the boy to get hard They same I'm all about the moolah, dummy And if you was a fiend, out on the mission, betcha, you'll cop from me Got you relapsin', collapsin', spendin' Benji's and Jackson's Get it here, cuz over there, they got twenties of aspirin And my clientele been so strong, for so long That you'll never catch the kid in the hole, like Saddam Cuz my name in the hood, keep the projects on the hunt And I walk around these streets, like my pockets got the mumps So I don't got to show you how to stunt I'mma just, handle this package and show you how to pump [Chorus 2X]