Dedicated to the Trife - Necro

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