Triflin` Nigga — текст песни (King Tee)

{*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 WHASSUP 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 motherfucker 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 motherfuckin chips at nigga?
[2] Yo homey I already told you nigga I`d have it Friday nigga
[1] Man FUCK what you told me nigga!
[2] WHAT?! Nigga, fuck you motherfucker
[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 fuck 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 motherfucker 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] Fuck that nigga man, fuck that nigga
[1] We don`t need to get indicted
[3] Yo yo the nigga got a gat!!
[2] Nigga fuck that nigga nigga! Nigga FUCK that nigga!
[2] Nigga FUCK THAT NIGGA!
{*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!*}
[2] NIGGA FUCK 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 suckers 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, fuck 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 - fuck 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 fuck
Pass the AK, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*}
Cause I don`t give a fuck about a piece of tin
I [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grin
And move on to the next motherfucker
Cops ain`t nuttin but the Klan undercover
And they be lynchin motherfuckers up nightly
That`s why they need mo` motherfuckers like me
To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*]
cause I`m a triflin nigga

{*fifth skit: passengers 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 fuck that nigga man
[?] Blast that motherfucker, blast him!
{*BLAM, BLAM BLAM BLAM, BLAM*}
{*car peels out and takes off*}