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letra de triflin' nigga - king t

{-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] n-gga wh-ssup n-gga? get out the car n-gga!
[t] give me your jew-els, fool!
[m] what, what do you want from us?
[t] you and your b-tch, n-gga!
{-car door slams-}
[t] get out here.. n-gga you better get off this motherf-cker 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 motherf-ckin chips at n-gga?
[2] yo homey i already told you n-gga i’d have it friday n-gga
[1] man f-ck what you told me n-gga!
[2] what?! n-gga, f-ck you motherf-cker
[1] n-gga what’s happenin then n-gga? n-gga!
{-beatdown starts-}
[2] awww sh-t!!
{-beatdown continues-}

[king tee]
i gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won’t budge
the n-ggas 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’mma 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, sn-tched 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 n-gga

{-third skit: g’s discussing a hit-}
[1] there the n-gga!
[2] n-gga n-gga f-ck that, i’m gonna shoot this n-gga right here
[2] man, watch this
{-gun being c-cked sounds-}
[2] i ain’t got time to be playin with this motherf-cker n-gga
[2] show this n-gga what time it is n-gga
[1] yo yo hold up
[2] n-gga watch out n-gga
[1] come on man
[2] n-gga watch out n-gga {-incomprehensible-}
[2] f-ck that n-gga man, f-ck that n-gga
[1] we don’t need to get indicted
[3] yo yo the n-gga got a gat!!
[2] n-gga f-ck that n-gga n-gga! n-gga f-ck that n-gga!
[2] n-gga f-ck that n-gga!
{-blam! blam! blam-blam-blam!-}
[2] n-gga f-ck that n-gga!!

[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’mma pull the trigger”
what goes around comes around for the triflin n-gga!

{-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, f-ck all the bullsh-t
[1] man here you go right here man
[2] show the money dawg
{-briefcase is opened-}
[1] n-gga, there you go, so what’s happenin?
[?] i like that, we in business
[?] man – f-ck you n-gga, this is a jack, it’s a jack n-gga
[?] always gettin him, hey what’s up?
[2] n-gga, strip down, get b-tt-naked n-gga

[king tee]
i heard one-time wanna peel my cap
for the gangster rap to make n-ggas start fightin back
but i don’t even give a f-ck
p-ss the ak, and one-time better duck {-automatic fire-}
cause i don’t give a f-ck about a piece of tin
i [-scratch-] sh-t off your chest and then grin
and move on to the next motherf-cker
cops ain’t nuttin but the klan undercover
and they be lynchin motherf-ckers up nightly
that’s why they need mo’ motherf-ckers like me
to stand on the scene and pull the [-trigger-]
cause i’m a triflin n-gga

{-fifth skit: p-ssengers in a car-}
[1] yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that’s the cops
[2] aww god d-mn!
[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 f-ck that n-gga man
[?] blast that motherf-cker, blast him!
{-blam, blam blam blam, blam-}
{-car peels out and takes off-}

- king t

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