Artist: Trife Da God f/ Kryme Life
Album:  n/a
Song:   Niggas Wanna Get Me
Typed By: pneumatic

[Trife Da God]
Ayo, Ayo, I think niggas wanna rock my boat,
Cause lately I've been havin weird feelins when I cop my coke,
Why these brothas wanna stop my growth,
As if shit go down, They actin like I won't pop my toast,
But at the same time I gotta few names in mind,
Probably this old school cat tryna regain his shine,
He black-ballin, Got his back called in, Hittin my jack,
Mad at the fact I used to have his bird holdin my crack,
She needed money so we had a deal,
I kept dough in her pocket, Plus food in the closet make sure she had a meal,
But yo I'm prolly buggin, That nigga prolly wasn't,
On second thought fuck that, Maybe it's Booby's cousin,
Remember that night he was drunk up in the lobby frontin,
Throughin directions in the air, Sayin he'll body somethin,
See I don't know who to trust, 
There's so many grimey ass niggas out in the hood that show envy, 
And they two favorite words is give me,
Give me that, Give me this, But these niggas never gave me shit,
Not even a red cent, And I look at it like this,
If the shit pop off then it was meant.

[Chorus: Trife Da God (???)]
(Niggas wanna get me)
Cause I'm the man, And you the man, 
And he the man, But they don't understand,
Niggas hatin on the kid tryna force my hand,
(Niggas wanna get me)
Behind my back, In front of my face,
Gotta hold two heaters just playin it safe,
All you bake head niggas better stay in your place.

[Kryme Life]
Yo, Ayo, Who's that peepin through my window,
While I'm choppin rocks, Could it be the spades tryna knock,
We off the ball cause the game got him aggy,
Or maybe niggas wanna trap me, And leave my wig shaggy,
I toss the, Chronic in my tray near me,
So I can visualize the situation clearly,
The spot was down low, Confidential, Grab my pistol,
So I can spit out, Somehow the word musta slid out,
I count my steps gradually, Towards the door,
Twelve and a half inches off the floor, Creepin,
In the wall crack goes the treatment, Some in the socket,
Cause that be the few for the rockets, To swell my pockets,
I flip the switch, Blow the lights out,
I'm feelin closed in the boards, Flipped, It's now me the chosen,
Somebody musta peeped me holdin, That's when we split up,
I told Smiles to meet me at the Trife lab, We get up,
I'm stuck with my back against the wall,
Lickin off shots from the fall, The direction of the door,
I knew niggas wanted to get me, But I aint give a fuck,
It's crazy how these faggot niggas caught up with me.

[Chorus]