Cocaine Trafficking

[Skit]

Yeah, Agent Burke here

Check this shit out, nigga, I got a bust for you

Some major niggas from New York

Slinging rocks over here, you know, majorly

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Where they at? Yo, get that gun

Where them matches at, come on!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Cocaine trafficking, your boy's back again

Moving bricks like I got a degree in scaffolding

Fuckin' with some cats from Newark, half of them Jewish

Cool white boys ridin' around, blastin' my music

And I'm taxin' them like Jackson-Hewitt

Make sure them packs is movin'

We out in Baltimore, the home of the Bruins

Up top, the cops raided my spot, my product got ruined (Yeah)

Drug case pending, but my lawyer is suing (Come on)

'Cause them faggots broke my arm in a tussle (Yeah, what)

Let me start in the scuffle (Yeah)

Son, they tried to put the God in a duffle

But them boys can't knock the hustle, like Hov' said

We expose fed, nigga, just give me the code red

They say a close mouth don't get fed (Uh-uh), well that's a lie (Yeah)

'Cause them faggots who be snitchin' on niggas, they sure to die

You don't want to wake up, with your seed in a cradle missing

Sweatin' bullets, hearin' wheels peel off from Mercedes engines

[Break: Ghostface Killah & Trife Da God]

Uh, uh, uh

Ayo (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trife Da God]

Ayo, 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 (Uh-huh)

Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street (Uh)

Ayo, 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 (Uh-huh)

Prepare for the shakedown, new law and order on the street (That's right)

[Break: Trife Da God]

Uh, uh, uh (Ayo), uh

[Verse 2: Trife Da God]

Yeah, I write raps, but I sling crack for a living (Uh-huh)

Punk, anywhere, I ain't gotta ask for permission (Yeah)

Trife Dies', know the fiends can't miss him (Uh-uh)

Everyday on the shift, like transmissions (That's right), makin' them transitions

From New York to Great Britain, Upstate to San Quentin (Yeah)

Every corner, every block, from Broad Street to Van Sithlin (Uh)

The grand pitchin', haul ass when them vans blitz in

Watch for police (Yo, yo), the word on the street is your man's snitchin'

I'm a rider like Pac, ain't no stopping my ambitions

Getting money, twenty four seven, brethren, my hand's itching

Got me lookin' through the eye of the scope

And real killers 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 hell you crying, you broke

I tell a bitch, let me slide in her throat

And have her gnawning on my head like she high off of dope

Get it? Good

[Break: Trife Da God]

Ayo

[Chorus: Trife Da God]

Ayo, 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

Ayo, 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 Da God]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Theodore, nigga