letra de cocaine trafficking - ghostface killah & trife diesel
[intro]
yeah agent burke here
check this sh-t out, n-gga, i got a bust for you
some major n-ggas from new york
slinging rocks over here, majorly
where they at? get that gun
where them matches at, come on!
[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
cocaine trafficking, your boy’s back again
moving bricks like i got a degree in scaffolding
f-cking with some cats from newark, half of them jewish
cool white boys riding around, blasting my music
and i’m taxin’ them like jackson-hewitt
we out in baltimore, the home of the bruins
up top the cops raiding my spot, my product got ruined
drug case pending, but my lawyer is suing
’cause them f-ggots broke my arm in a tussle
let me start in the scuffle
son, they tried to put the god in a duffle
but them boys can’t knock the hustle, like hov’ said
we expose fed, n-gga, just give me the code red
they say a close mouth don’t get fed, well that’s a lie
’cause them f-ggots who be snitching on n-ggas, they sure to die
you don’t want to wake up, with your seed in a cradle missing
sweating bullets hearing wheels peel off from mercedes engines
[hook: trife diesel]
aiyo, these blocks ain’t big enough for all of us to eat
these corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
it’s like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
aiyo, these blocks ain’t big enough for all of us to eat
these corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
it’s like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
[verse 2: trife diesel]
yeah i write raps, but i sling crack for a living
punk, anywhere, i ain’t gotta ask for permission
trife dies’, know the fiends can’t miss him
everyday on the shift, like transmission, making them transitions
from new york to great britain, upstate to san quentin
every corner, every block, from broad street to van sithlin
the grand picture, haul -ss when them vans blitz in
watch for police, the word on the street is your man’s snitching
i’m a rider like pac, ain’t no stopping my ambitions
getting money, twenty four seven, brethren, my hand’s itching
got me looking through the eye of the scope
and real k!llas move smooth with a quiet approach
silencers on the tools when they fire the toast
and if you ain’t dead or in jail
then why the h-ll you crying, you broke
i tell a b-tch, let me slide in your throat
and have her gnawning on my head like she high off of dope
get it? good
[hook: trife diesel]
aiyo, these blocks ain’t big enough for all of us to eat
these corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
it’s like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
aiyo, these blocks ain’t big enough for all of us to eat
these corners is mines, so evil bow down or go to sleep
it’s like jail, in order to live, you gotta earn your keep
prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street
[outro: trife diesel]
uh, uh, uh, uh
theodore, n-gga..
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