[Trife Da God]
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Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear
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Dressed in a black tux, forty cal. tucked, strapped to the chair
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Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze
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Turned around and seen a white man´s face, covered in shades
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I must of passed out, can´t remember shit before I blacked out
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Three more niggas approaching, holding they mack´s out
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One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat
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Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope
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Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph
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Of a Colombian nigga with a long mustache
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Miguel Sanchez, keep a gun hidden in his pants leg
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With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread
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He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation
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Plus he´s wanted by immigration
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Now I´m stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement
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How the fuck I get involved with these federal agents
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They knew my background, knew about what happened down in Sac Town
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They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down
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Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel
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Or spend the rest of my life in prison
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A classified mission on some James Bond shit
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007 style, love to get some straight convicts
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Now I´m pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone
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Told her to kiss little Jay cuz I´ll be gone again
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Honey, I can´t sleep, she sucking her teeth
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If everything go good, baby, I´ll be home in a week
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Pinching myself just to see if I´m dreaming, call up my team and
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Meet me by the docks in Miami, I´ll fly out this weekend
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[Sun God]
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I got you nigga, four-four pop two niggas
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That drug lord that we want, got a spot for niggas
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And if we kill ´em, it´s back to the block, my nigga
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He carried rugers, thirty four shots I figure
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He only holla at the kid, when there´s money involved
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They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all
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When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice
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But give us ten, like we selling white together
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Left side, four-five, right, black beretta
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Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better
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Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard
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Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don´t mind odds
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Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge
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Hit the block hard, it´s kinda hard being G-O-D
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If he owe Trife, he owe me
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Load up the mack grounds, M-I-A, call that the jack town
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Tell niggas I´m on my way, coming back down
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Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it´s a wrap, now
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Theodore extorting your shit, handing out packs, now
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I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down"
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Now I slang fifty kilo´s where I´m at now
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Fifty a wop, purple top, nigga, I´m back, clown
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Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge
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Channel seven news, older dude, murder gat found
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Miguel Sanchez
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| Ghostface Killah |
