Artist: Trife Da God
Album:  n/a
Song:   Goin' Out
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Trife Da God]
Trife the God
T.M.F. y'all
T.M.F., Staple-town
Staten Island, Theodore Unit
My nigga Guc' on the track
Snap ya back
This is Trife Diesel
Trife the God, Trife hit hard
Recognize this
Let's flood ya area
Yo, aiyo, aiyo

[Trife Da God]
I'm raw like a rare snake, niggas is scared straight
Ya grams is too small so how you gon' compare weight?
Lightin' the ass, niggas call me Trife McNair
Cuz my Desert Eagle'll tear you fools right in half
And I'll shorten ya life span, you caught up in a tight jam
It's too bad, things ain't go accordin' to ya life plan
A nigga poppin' that shit, must be a hype man
But when them bullets are stingin' he singin' like Barbara Streisand
Alright fan, go 'head and call my bluff
See if I won't roast yo' ass and butterball you up
What? It's like that, roll on you like bike tracks
And you gon' need more than an ice pack when I strike back
My empire play foul like umpires
And we'll see who's callin' the shots when thirty guns fire

[Chorus: Trife Da God]
I'm goin' out for mine (I'm goin' out for mine)
Ready to put everything on the line
Pick up my hustle and get back in the grind
I'm goin' out for mine (I'm goin' out for mine)
I've played the back burner for too long
It's time to move on and put my shoes on
I'm goin' out for mine (I'm goin' out for mine)
Yo the clock's tickin', I'm not missin'
It's time to walk these dogs and stop bitchin'
I'm goin' out for mine (I'm goin' out for mine)
And I'ma ride 'til the wheels fall off
And run these streets 'til my heals wear off

[Trife Da God]
Watch who you talk around cuz I've seen niggas snitchin'
And they quick to turn on you like keys in the ignition
Niggas start submittin' when them slugs is spittin'
Believe me, that shit'll hurt like when ya drugs is missin'
Yo these bullets ain't thug resistant
And to see a nigga dyin' chokin' off his own blood is sickenin'
Picture that now, picture this
Picture me runnin' in ya lab like Allen Iverson wavin' a fifth
On the same little domestic dispute, go 'head and get cute
Force my hand to see if I'm connect with loot
Somebody gon' find ya body on a section of the roof
The art of gun play, I stay perfected when I shoot
And this ain't the lottery which y'all dudes could take seven
These slugs'll have ya ass Burnin' Up like Faith Evans
Facial expressions, change when you facin' that weapon
Either ya ass gon' die, try to escape with in seconds

[Chorus]

[Trife Da God]
You know you done FUCKED UP like Kane in Menace
You lames is finished, play you like a game of tennis
But I ain't swingin' a raquet, I'm swingin' a ratchet
And can't none of y'all eat while I'm slingin' my package
I'm here to take back what I own
and re-enforce my spot, Cuz Y'all Musta Forget like Roy Jones
This boy's grown, I once was a strugglin' artist
Put up money for studio time by bubblin' garbage
Hustled the market, do it all, I stuck to the harvest
Got bagged a few times and beat a couple of charges
On my grind like coffee beans, I'm gon' sell
Worldwide, I got fiends OnLine like AOL

[Chorus]

[samples cut and scratched]
"Rock beats that's mega-trifal" > Nas (x2)
"Mega trifal" > Nas (x2)