Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dedicated to the Trife, artist - Necro. Album song Rare Demos & Freestyles Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Dedicated to the Trife |
Check this Hustler shit out |
This is for all you fucking gangster niggas out there… |
There aaaaaall dedicated to the trife shit |
This is for the kids on the corners with beepers and bangers |
And low shirts on hangers Loot and Timberland boots |
Honeys that want to go clubbing or should I say 'Rubbing' |
Up against Mack Daddies that drive black Caddies |
And white Continentals blasting my instrumentals |
Trunks, filled with blasting instruments like 'Biscuits' |
BMW’s driven by hoodlums that will trouble you |
If you don’t let them hustle you, they’ll snuff you |
Cops will cuff you for no reason |
Herbs are open season |
Your man’s committing treason cause your girl is skeezing |
This is for the hard rocks that pack Glocks |
Swinging batteries in socks eating daiquiris and locks |
For niggas that box and hit the bag cellular phones and herringbones |
Rings with large stones holmes and weapons galore |
Like the double bladed knife inside my pocket |
This is dedicated to the trife |
Dedicated to the Trife |
Dedicated to the Trife kid |
I’m sexing your wife, kid |
Put the trife on |
This is dedicated to the Trife with the butcher knife |
Dedicated to the fucking Trife |
Dedicated to the Trife, kid |
I’m sexing your wife, kid |
Put the trife on |
This is dedicated to the Trife with the butcher knife — for the trife |
For the girls with big butts and kids with big guts |
And HEARTS and honeys that dress up Friday night to meet me |
And treat me with respect. |
I’m kicking this rhyme for crime |
And kids that sell dimes but don’t drop 'em |
For thugs that rot, shot the thugs that got pistols for sale |
Selling more crystals than Gale |
Tough guys that snuff guys for looking |
Get arrested and spend the whole night in central booking |
From Brooklyn to Manhattan |
To Bronx to Queens |
To Shaolin and Strong Island |
Violently I get fucking greens |
Fill the head with cash and flip hash |
And got a stash of loot that’s trife |
God bless your life |