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trigga trife - i love the hate lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
sh+t i don’t know if [?] hairs on n+ggas b+lls you know all them
n+ggas got big nuts like me it’s gon’ be way harder
but sh+t if n+ggas got lil nuts, it’s gon start gettin’ back to a different type of rap you know i’m sayin
partying and f+cking and all that type of sh+t
because that’s what we talk about when you don’t let us talk about what we really wanna talk about

[verse 1: trigga trife]
ugh! these n+ggas mad that i’m back (mad)
heavy on my hussain sh+t (fatal)
if it was that went and he was [?] do the same sh+t (yup!)
still with the same clique, outlaw, n.s.n
c.y.o. flame spitters, every bar, dangerous (bao!)
money never changed us, n+ggas let money come between us
now they strangers, my n+ggas hood famous
used to move work through the hood sealed in a bubble wrap
you worry bout followers and who hittin’ the double tap
i’m all about a dolla n+gga (cash) tryna double that
you ask me where i’m from, and i tell you from where trouble at (‘claire)
n e w jerz where n+ggas move birds
and the young bulls will hit you like they shoot for the spurs (brrap brrap brrap)
taught by the o.g.’s how to abuse ’em with words
so my sixteens be feelin’ like a murder occur
i could call blocks, come (blocks what up?) through bikes on twelve
n+ggas sayin’ my flow sick, yeah, trife ain’t well
if you owe him, you better pay up (pay) matter fact pray up (pray)
’cause i’m on the phone now like lord he on his way up (amen)
there’s levels to this sh+t, we on the top floor
all eyes on me i’m seeing just what pac saw (makaveli)
that’s what i keep the glock for
never hesitate, let them shots off
put that sh+t on eything, and i don’t mean hot sauce (red hot)
ridin’ with sh+t that could get me years
the kids gotta eat so i’m movin that britney spears
i get a rush from the size of the bag
tryna provide ’em with the finer sh+t that i never had (uh huh)
n+ggas say i’m c+cky, yeah i’m all aside of my bag (yup!)
who got a problem that? let’s do a song, i’ma body the track
n+ggas be hatin’ in they tweets, be blatant when you speak
just say a n+gga name (say it) and when we can take it to the streets
you bleed like i bleed, somebody gotta die (r.i.p.)
if i go, you gotta go, you heard b.i. (b.i.g.)
my sh+t is outlaw, mixed with the lox
a whole lotta dizza and yak, i spit sh+t sizzlin’ hot
i don’t believe nothin’ you say whether you did it or not (uh uh)
i stood on that block, for years gettin’ rid of that rock
my n+gga bang he on go mode, i’m pressed got you [?]
gotti shoot the man of of the horse on your polo
that sh+t trash n+gga i don’t care what you spit (uh uh)
i’m in the zone right now so i ain’t hearin’ that sh+t (nah)
my bars be in impeccable ain’t no comparin’ my sh+t (never)
the gun you talkin’ bout you better be wearin’ that sh+t
i was trained by the best of ’em, you ain’t never gotta question
missin’ the homie sometimes i wish i could’ve left with him
too many fake n+ggas now, we gon’ shake n+ggas down (uh huh)
you ain’t a hood n+gga i see the drake in your style (ahh)
them pink mollys got a n+gga barely movin’
but i promise you them bullets move fast when we start shootin’
life is like chess, so think ‘fore you make a move
’cause in the hood you either make it big or you make the news
i’m goin’ hard on these n+ggas ’cause i hate to lose (yeah)
all my n+ggas earned they stripes, and i been paid my dues (ugh!)
i can’t name a n+gga f+ckin’ with trife
had to get to that cash i ain’t live a huxtable life
money was comin’ fast, like i was f+ckin’ her right
i was stuffin’ them bags and treatin’ my customers right (yeah)
gotta watch for the cops now, they can’t wait to k!ll us
my flow, few spots down from jason phillips
we takin’ over this sh+t we the replacement k!llers
young wavy maf+ckas, y’all some basic n+ggas
agh! yeah
n.s.n. c.y.o. n+gga
outlawz, f.b.m. s.t.m
jerzy block whatup my n+ggas?
we takin’ over this sh+t
we lit!
they know what the f+ck it is! agh!

- trigga trife lyrics

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