Triflin' Nigga - King Tee

Nigga WHASSUP nigga?

Get out the car nigga!

Give me your jew-els, fool!

What, what do you want from us?

You and your BITCH, nigga!

Get out here.

nigga you better get off this motherfucker punk

Look.

look out baby

I’m not givin up anything!

You’re just gonna have to.

«Screamin!»

Where my motherfuckin chips at nigga?

Yo homey I already told you nigga I’d have it Friday nigga

Man FUCK what you told me nigga!

WHAT?!

Nigga, fuck you motherfucker

Nigga what’s happenin then nigga?

Nigga!

Awww shit!

I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won’t budge

The niggas 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, snatched jewelry, and boy I’d run

With the colored rag over my gun

And there was times I had to pop fools

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

There the nigga!

Nigga nigga fuck that, I’m gonna shoot this nigga right here

Man, watch this

I ain’t got time to be playin with this motherfucker nigga

Show this nigga what time it is nigga

Yo yo hold up

Nigga watch out nigga

Come on man

Nigga watch out nigga

Fuck that nigga man, fuck that nigga

We don’t need to get indicted

Yo yo the nigga got a gat!

Nigga fuck that nigga nigga!

Nigga FUCK that nigga!

Nigga FUCK THAT NIGGA!

NIGGA FUCK THAT NIGGA!

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 nigga!

What’s happenin man you got those birds?

Yo you got the money homey?

Aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo'?

Look man, fuck all the bullshit

Man here you go right here man

Show the money dawg

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?

Nigga, strip down, get butt-naked nigga

I heard one-time wanna peel my cap

For the gangster rap to make niggas start fightin back

But I don’t even give a fuck

Pass the AK, and one-time better duck

Cause I don’t give a fuck about a piece of tin

I 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

Cause I’m a triflin nigga

Yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that’s the cops

Aww god damn!

Pull over!

Y’all just chill out, y’all just chill out, y’all just chill out

Chill out alright?

Here he comes, here he comes

Can I see yer driver’s license registration and proof of insurance?

What did I do officer?

Get get your hands on the wheel!

Man what did I do?

What you talkin about?

Man fuck that nigga man

Blast that motherfucker, blast him!