Verse 1: This is my, life my, pain my, hustle my, game my, names on the line, everytime I hit the stage/ I, grind from the bottom, just to make it to the bottom, when I make it from the bottom, I'll still think I'm on the bottom/ I'm a, problem, for these niggas, be wilding on these niggas, I'm controlling the money, Illuminati on these niggas/ you want it, then I could get it, give me a couple minutes, I'll bring it back to you triple, to show you that I'm committed/ TRRR is a beast, don't forget that shit, so when this animal attack, you know I meant that shit/ I'm on my Get Back shit, money I Get That shit, but by the time it hit my hand, I already Spent That Shit/ I keep it hood, I'm good, don't need nobody help, when I die and go to Hell, I'm a be there my myself/ I don't need no Record label, have a meeting with myself, (Trife there is no competition, you're competing with yourself)/ Hook: I got my ski mask on, with my gloves on tight, bout to perpetrate the game, baby, its on tonight/ (I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in)/ You betta lock ya door, because I'm on my way, yeah I'm coming for ya spot, ain't nothing more to say/ (I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in)/ Verse 2: Hands up if you real, leave'em down, if you bitch, Rockstar status, I should surf the crowd in this bitch/ I'm a Millionaire Mind, wit some Billionaire rhymes, and my swag so fly, I should build a airliiine/ where's miiine, gimme my cut, catch me walking out the bank, wit my Trillionaire strut/ then I freeze for a minute, just to breathe in my winnings, then I leave with some women, with a Zillionaire Butt/ Aww shucks, there he go again, yeah he going in, flowing in, overload again, no controlling him/ if the niggas that's around you, is bringing you down, and you ain't figure it out, then you need a clue now/ rock-a-bye to my haters, we ride on them later, but for now, me and my niggas, gon' divide up this paper/ and patience is a virtue baby, I ain't gotta rush, while ya niggas being loud, I keep my hustle on a hush/ Hook: I got my ski mask on, with my gloves on tight, bout to perpetrate the game, baby, its on tonight/ (I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in)/ You betta lock ya door, because I'm on my way, yeah I'm coming for ya spot, ain't nothing more to say/ (I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in, I'm breaking in)/

Let me introduce myself, I'm TR the lyrical, beyond invincible, TR's a miracle/ we be anywhere, put a beat on I'm killing you, to make sure you dead, we at ya funeral/ I'm sitting next to you moms, I'm stretching my arms for a hug, she ran to my arms/ and I said don't cry, TR's here to soothe thee, thinking to myself, damn if she only knew me/ but let me chill, cuz this just an introduction, allow me to give you my directions and instructions/ when you in my presence, you equal to a peasant, so if the King pass you, throwing green at you/ niggas better accept it, cuz nobody could eat unless I say so, (I'm a little kid and these my legos)/ nobody could play yo, unless I play first, but now I think its time to get rid of these lames first/ Houston, I think we got a problem, look dog, he go both ways like iron man football/ you niggas can't get deals, cuz ya hooks bomb, so you keep battling to make up for it/ I should have my own show, "TR Knows Best", cuz I know the Best, is not these niggas trying to blow next/ this is not you, you need to stop dude, we all know y'all not comfortable in you're own flesh/ we all know you havin sex wit ya own sex, we all know y'all claim sets that ain't ya own set/ we all know that you motherfuckers is followers, acknowledge it, embody it, then you could start to get out of it/ or at least take a shot at it, I look at you wit inferiority, like White Anglo Saxon Protestants/ (SO), let me give it to you Black and White, there's not a reason that you should ever be laughin aight, cuz when you smile, ya feminine side be actin hype, and then you look pussy, but I'll give you Hermaphrodite/ pass the mic, this battle ain't no clash of titans, this is more like a spark vs. flash of lightning/ I got a style that'll last a life, and you, you a punk, I'll leave you slumped sideways, like a dash or hyphen/ (yah), East NY in this bitch, we kill niggas like we eating pork in this bitch/ I rep for Pink, Seth Low, Cypress Hills, let's go/ Gutter Ave, that's home, its all love, XO/ (Yah), just when you thought you had it nigga, I pumped faked that shit, yeah I'm quarterbacking niggas/ I threw it in the stands, (so you never gonna get it), bout to kill this nigga, (so you better call the medic)/ I had to step in and take mandatory action, I'll smack these bitches wit a sanitary napkin/ come on dog you got it backwards, you know TR goes in, (why you wanna get ya assed whipped)/ I mean I heard y'all battles, you do ya thang man, you getting fame man, you still a lame, damn/ well this TR's world, nigga this a strangeland, you get ya neck slit, stepping through the entrance/ you get ya ass kicked, when you try to exit, motherfuckas looking at u like breakfast/ man don't ever try to step to a God, I'll have u chillin next to Allah/ wit Elijah Mohammed, gettin knowledge from The Prophet, wit some Bean Pies in ya Pocket/ that's no disrespect at all, but this is how I am, my disses kinda raw, but this what they wanna hear/ and ya wish is my command crowd, I put my hand across my chest and pledge loud, I shall destroy/ any human being, fluently, trying to make a fool of me, when they raps exhibit, the highest level of coonery/ thou shall now fuck with Trife Re-Ality, leave you and ya girl, naked in the woods, Adam Eve/ you battle me, you like a suicide bomber, I got enough rhymes to fill the newest Ipod up/.......ain't much I could say but wow, and add that, that's an amazing style/ that I got there, but see that style that you got there, has got me to thinking, how the hell you got here/......no for real I want a answer, don't get me wrong dog, I'm not trying to reprimand ya/ its just my flow is so out of this world, my brain start heating up, my hair follicles curl/ face start getting red, veins start popping out, my clothes start ripping up, my fans start walking out/ cuz they know what's bout to transpire, I eat whack rappers, send them back packing, when I turn to a Vampire/ twilight bitch, highlight this, I'm a rap attic, hello I'm TR, and I'm sick/ hi (TR), I'm not finished, I ain't get thru 12 steps yet, these niggas lucky I ain't spittin complex yet/ music is in me like (a bop bobba doobop), my style is Hip Hop, Rock, Pop Lock and Doo Wop/ and you could get socked, boxed, popped in you're medulah, that whack shit don't fly around here you fucking puta/ the way that I maneuvah, my shit is supa dupah, you talking big shit, but ya heart is oompa loompa/ you talk a lot of shit, let me find a poopa scoopah, I'm on my wolf shit, you dog food, Eukanuba/ Its a celebration bitches, enjoy yourself, why don't you quit rap now and employ yourself/ be a doctor an actor, a proctor, a pastor, I think its pretty obvious you're not a fuckin rapper/ matter fact, you are a motherfucking actor, Denzel Washington, I spit like I'm vomiting/ and menages, TR get a lot of it, ya girls a good team player, respect my conglomerate/ came from the hood, got my name from the hood, a product of it, nobody to blame but the hood/ to think about it you ain't do a thang for the hood, no talent, the new pooty tang from the hood/ tired of niggas talkin bout they guns and the cars, and they funds and they broads, but got a monthly metrocard/ y'all bout as relevant as motherfucking Fredro Starr, no Onyx, peep the flow-bonics/ my flow is fockin lethal, pull over, you're illegal, I'll overload a needle, with an overdose of diesel/ and drink the shit, just to show you, I alone believe that, I belong along the lines, all that's wrong, and all that's evil/ I'm Hannibal wit it, canniballistic, cock the hammer, go spit it, at motherfuckers think they handling Kenneth/ hehe,...and that's my government, who gives a fuck ya bitch, I get to fuck ya bitch, cuz I fucked up the fuckin bitch/ that's she's currently fuckin wit, now I'm fucking, the luckiest motherfucking, that's fuckin this, rugged, ug-g-ly, fuckin bitch/ snufflelelupugas, that ain't even make no sense, I just wanted to rhyme, fuck it/ pardon my interruption, but I'm just starting my introduction, after I'm finished, the world'll be parted and in destruction/ a menace, should be in the guiness book of world records, I'll take the world and wreck it, in a whirl of seconds/ like a pearl I'm precious, that's my greatest resemblance, cuz when I shine, I'm the one that ya girls obsessed wit/ trying to have my neck froze on some Antartica shit, but I don't think I'm a sell cuz I'm too raw wit the shit, fuck it/ if you a hater fall back, for that ass talk shit, full clip will put ya back on that asphalt/ cash talks in a common tongue, so everybody's after me, I'm born scorned like Osama's son/ and if you got a gun, better use it, play my verse in reverse, you'll hear the Devils curse instead of music/ oh you like my shit, go head and use it, matter fact I'll do a track wit you and throw vocals in back of you/ soon as you rhyme, my hands reach thru to ya spine, and paralyze half of ya minds vernacular/ TR's spectalur, I'm coming in back of ya, attacking ya wit the mac in the back of the acura/ then after that, I'm a actually get back to attacking ya, attaching a catheter to the back of ya back/ filling ya back, up wit bacteria blacker than blacula, then extract it cuz I'm mad that ya back, just ain't black enough/ I'm a figment of my own imagination, I picture words like a psychiatrist, holds a picture to a patient/ see my interpretation draws a line down the middle, and on either side, you gotta find out the riddle/ but I'm a give you this, y'all remember this shit, don't FUCK wit TR, I'm on some celebate shit/ say my name 3 times, I appear, each time, (TrifeReality, TrifeReality, TrifeReality bitch!!!)/

Verse 1: I bet u never met a, rap dude that could sex you better, than you ever had, put that on my last/ I'm a dick terrorist, doing you limp derelicts, something dirty, I'm doing and screwing ya chick devilish/ came to the club, now ya dame is in love, she crave for the bub, like a babe in the tub/ I gave her a cup, but she snatched the bottle, I knew what it was so I mashed the throttle/ in the back of the tahoe, is napkins and towels, anticipation for the actions to follow/ said she had to make a stop, she got a friend that's a 10 and she make it hot, I'm like cool/ then I saw her comin out the spot, she like whooo is this, is that TR, I'm like scuuuse me miss/ u know better my name is TRRR, but enough talking for now, get in the car/ Hook: Got a shorty on the left side, she tryna slide, another shorty on the right side, she wanna ride/ got 'em drunk and they both high, well get inside, lucked out cuz they both bi, Ah ah ah I gotta beat/ Verse 2: Now when I say I gotta beat I ain't talkin bout a track, I'm talking bout she need to let me hit it from the back/ I'm talking bout gettin in her kitty wit the kat, she throw it back, like we playin pitty wit the pat/ and I don't really play cards, but if she act crazy 8's ima hit her with the jack/ and skip to my lou, to a chick that is new, and just hope Karma don't get a nigga back/ relax, no need to worry, I tell chicks all the time, I gotta be up early, so they don't get/ worked up when I'm dressed when they just woke up, they face all frowned and they get choked up/ I wait for a while, beat it again and put them to sleep wit a grin, while I skate wit a smile/ tomorrow night, we probably gonna do it again, only difference is this time, I'm bringing you and a friend/ Hook: Got a shorty on the left side, she tryna slide, another shorty on the right side, she wanna ride/ got 'em drunk and they both high, well get inside, lucked out cuz they both bi, Ah ah ah I gotta beat/

Hook: I will never back down, I'm prepared to fight, keep ya mind on ya shit, and off of mines, alright, right, (right)/ enemies, be aware, get low, catch me chillin wit the stars, everywhere I go/ hope you used, to the name, cuz TR's on deck, bout to show the world, then I put ya broad on next/ yes, real niggas, tell me where y'all at, from the Burbs, to the Trap, recognize I'm Baaaack/ Verse: You should fucking bow down, when you see me coming thru, runnin thru, wit my niggas, you know what we gon do, gon shoot/ at you and ya whole Platoon, stab you, in ya open wound, in the booth, spittin murder, welcome to my torture room/ call me Saw, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, The Sawed-Off will, leave ya crew, offed by a ditch/ with ya fucking heart, missing though, kiss yo ass goodbye, like my lips above yo thighs, in the sky, by a mistletoe/ niggas look the same, but y'all seem a lil different though, think you sound tough, but it sound like you bitchin though/ when we come around, you like, where the fuck my bitches go, told you we the shit, y'all just chose not to listen though/ if I ain't the shit, why I got a bitch to fuck, bitch to flaunt, and a bitch to hold my dick, while I'm pissing though/ whoa, what you doin baby girl, ain't no kissing though, don't be assuming shit, if you ain't got permission yo/ tougher than leather, I ruffle them feathers, on you bird ass niggas, a fucking trendsetter/ yeah I'm doing good, but a motherfucker been better, and dog, beef wit me is like a double Vendetta/ I'm done wit ya chick, I'm a hug her, then dead her, put her on the A train, to 207th/ we got this shit sewn, like some double-knit sweaters, I win big, cuz I'm a big better/ Nigga!!! Hook: I will never back down, I'm prepared to fight, keep ya mind on ya shit, and off of mines, alright, right, (right)/ enemies, be aware, get low, catch me chillin wit the stars, everywhere I go/ hope you used, to the name, cuz TR's on deck, bout to show the world, then I put ya broad on next/ hey, real niggas, tell me where y'all at, from the Burbs, to the Trap, recognize I'm Baaaack/

Verse: What's the difference between me and you, you spitting hot 16's, I'm changing lives when I leave the booth/ niggas saying he the truth, in a world of lies, I will polarize, marvel at this Totem Pole of mine as I/ stack my enemies, like the wall in 300, say my fuckin name, my advice is keep runnin/ welcome all competition, tell'em keep coming, ate so many MC's, on my way to 3 stomachs/ uhh, a good dude catch me at a Teen Summit, giving a speech about the features of this street running/ the trials and tribulations, files of many cases, college graduation, turn to Priors and probation/ I write a letter to my niggas, who think dyings better, provide'em cheddar, in they commissary, via letter/ I might of met'em in another lifetime, where I was in his shoes, and he was getting my shine/ my wife be like, there ain't another nigga like mine, become somebody else, at middle of the night time/ what times yo flight flying, that's what I ask myself, cuz I gamble wit my life, like I'm shooting Craps for delf/ y'all niggas ain't real, you just a breeze through, on a easle, triple coated wit a water paint seal/ my art is off the chain, compartments of my brains, contains, remains, of Pyramid Architecture Clay/ I'm like a Nas flow wit a Large Professor base, like Guru wit Primo, a perfect combination/ destroying rappers careers, is my working occupation, got it locked to the point, where you can't work the combination/....calm down, you ain't worth the aggrevation, phony Wizard of Oz, behind curtain masturbating/congratulations,..niggas feelin themselves, unaware with every song, they belittle themselves/....niggas shit on themselves, my album drop, ya album, but ya shit on the shelves/...what....,get rid of yourselves, a MC, how the fuck, they consider themselves/ tell you watch out for the snakes, they a critter themselves, they tell you watch out for the hate, but they bitter themselves/

Verse 1: I'm a failure, I'm a slacker, I'm a poser, I'm an actor/ I should work harder, I should go harder, I should be more motivated as a Father/ all I ever hear is how I got so much potential, lack of work ethic, got my ass with no credentials/ nothing in my name, I don't own shit, and rap pays shitty, but I chose this/ like a rat in a maze, looking for the cheese, got the pressure of the world watching over me/ what's my next move, I'm a Vet too, so I can't seem unsure like the rest do/ suck it up boy, that's something you gotta get thru, and how you feel don't mean shit, when the rents due/ confidence, is a Fasaud to impress you,...under it all man, TR got some issues/ Hook: I've been wasting time, watching my days slip away/ too scared to try, cuz I don't wanna fail/ I gotta change, I gotta change/ but is it too late for me,....is it too late for me/ Verse 2: I'm a failure, I'm a slacker,...I'm a poser,...I'm an actor/ jump around from different jobs, like a acrobat, its like the gene, to succeed, I was lacking that/ damn its 12:00 o'clock, shit I overslept, what happened to my clock, am I going deaf/ got a message from my neighbors next door, complaining bout the alarm, and the way that I snore damn/ lazy black nigga, at it again, so I pick myself up, though I'd rather stay in/ 3 hours late, to my job, so they look at me funny, ain't even pack a lunch, I can't cook, so I'm hungry/ ain't got no lunch money, I'm too proud to beg, and life hitting me harder than, 2 fouls to give/...bout to go up on the roof, by the ledge, I wanna end it all, should I choose out a bridge/........these just thoughts in brain, I'm tortured wit pain, a moth to a flame/....I'm attracted to these broads and the fame,..if I don't stop, then I'll be forced in my grave/ a man before God, a God amongst Men, though at times, I'm naive, like a child, without sin/ but I try,...hoping that my life will unveil, a success, over time, though the signs, say I'll fail/ Hook: I've been wasting time, watching my days slip away/ too scared to try, cuz I don't wanna fail/ I gotta change, I gotta change/ but is it too late for me,....is it too late for me/

Hook: The way ya skin so smooth like the breeze, and how ya voice, bring the noise to a ease/ you got me singing out sweet melodies, (La, La, La, La, La)/ The sexy face that you make when you cheese, has got me thinking bout the birds and the bees/ you got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ Verse 1: Well this is it, this is real love, not that puppy shit from before, no disrespect but TR is much more mature/ I'm more in tune, with the inner me, and so is she, so all we do is cruise off the energy/ we make moves to improve on our chemistry, to get away, might cruise out to Venice Beach/ she real cool, cuz she listen to me when I speak, and she a lady, but she still got a inner freak/ who'd ever thought that I'd find me a Cali girl, my "When Harry Met Sally", girl/ I mean my "You've Got Mail", cuz we met up online, never did I think that we would fall in love, over time/ but, you never know what tomorrow may bring, but if you, bring yourself, you got a chance to find a queen/ and this is my dream,.... now I got everything I want right, but things ain't always what it seem/ Hook: The way ya skin so smooth like the breeze, and how ya voice, bring the noise to a ease/ you got me singing out sweet melodies, (La, La, La, La, La)/ The sexy face that you make when you cheese, has got me thinking bout the birds and the bees/ you got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ Verse 2: Where did I leave, oh yeah, it ain't always what it seems, cuz soons we got together, wound up getting pregnant wit my seed/ I'm like damn, its only been a month, we ain't got no foundation, we ain't get to live it up/ been single for a while, so I kinda need a while, to have fun wit my gal, before bringing in a child/ but, we both been thru abortions before...., and we ain't trying to do that bullshit no more, so/ we gon keep it, call ya moms up, I'm a call my pops up, tell'em you got knocked up/ ya moms said she knew, she want a grandchild, and my pops said he proud, I could feel the man smile/ through the phone, in 8 months we'll have a little clone, already making plans to redecorate the home/ ya body start changing as the months go by, since you don't wanna hang out, you want yo guy/ to remain in the house, and yeah I know I should, but I spent like 7 straight days in the house/ after coming home, from a long days work, sometimes I wanna stop by my boys place first/ for a drink, a laugh, a chance that I could blink, a chance for me think, how to keep this boat afloat/ cuz I can't let it sink, the countdown has started, I'm feeling more pressure, than I ever had to measure/ what I was in store for, I never had the pleasure to experience, Sept. 25th, here she is/ 6 lbs 9oz of heaven, in one split second, all doubts was amended/ and even though I got laid off, one day before, couldn't think of a better moment I should savor more/ looking at her, already wanna spoil her, thinking to myself, does she know that she my daughter/ I looked back at you, the mother of my child, I hold you so high to me, higher than the clouds/ higher than the moon and the stars, already respected you, but this spectacle improves who you are/....and here we are,...in the present, I haven't been the best man, but I'm trying/ we all sin, make mistakes, that's expected, but what she couldn't accept is the lying/ sometimes ya eyes look like inside you dying, but outside mommy tougher than Iron/ on some real shit, she tougher than I am, no fussing, no wining/ just get up everyday, and try to be the best you can be, and go to work at a place that, you don't wanna be/ give us a kiss, one for KJ, and one for me, I'm just starting to realize, you the one for me/ it take a while for us guys to slow down, and even when we doin it, we doin it reluctantly/ just give me time..., I'm almost there..., still on this journey, to be the man I wanna be/ and if you just continue to have my back baby, then for the rest of you're life, ma you stuck with me/ and if you just continue to have my back baby, then for the rest of you're life, ma you stuck with me/ Hook: The way ya skin so smooth like the breeze, and how ya voice, bring the noise to a ease/ you got me singing out sweet melodies, (La, La, La, La, La)/ The sexy face that you make when you cheese, has got me thinking bout the birds and the bees/ you got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ And even when I'm doing tours overseas, returning home, be the thoughts in my dreams/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ Put up wit things that no one would believe, I mean really, that no one would believe/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ And even though I ain't propose on my knees, I'm getting close, so remain patient please/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ And if ya temperatures a hundred degrees, I'm by ya bedside bringing you some tea/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ And when I'm broke, cuz my funds got a freeze, stay on my ass bout my insufficient fees/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ Devoted to you for as long as I breathe, and know I'm never really gon when I leave/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ And Kira Jordyn when you're older you'll see, that I called you Lil Wo Wo indeed/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (La, La, La, La, La)/ You gettin so big, you change every week, and baby girl I feel ya pain when you teeth/ You got me singing out sweet melodies (Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry)/

Hook: You can cuff me grab me, snuff me stab me, rush me grab, harass me, but still I stand as a black man/ in my position, living and wishing that I could see children in vision, and have a fam as a black man/ deading them drugs, was never a felon or thug, they fed up because, what they can't stand is a black man, off of the block, that was never caught by the cops with 41 shots, that's why I stand as a black man/ Verse 1: And I'm a stand as a black man, less time relying on God, more time defying the odds/ no disrespect, but I gotta put in overtime just so I could get respect/ life is like a big chip on my shoulder, and I don't know if I could keep this grip any longer, but do I want to/ death do I want to confront you, given the uneasiest route you always show me that easy way out/ but one of the days you'll get ya wish, and even though it aint promised I'm a stick with this/ see where it takes me, so I could see what it makes me, maybe one day my wife could be concieving a baby maybe/ but then again I don't know cuz my dreams for the future is moving on kinda slow/ what type of role model will I be for my seed, so many questions with no answers/ Hook: You can cuff me grab me, snuff me stab me, rush me grab, harass me, but still I stand as a black man/ in my position, living and wishing that I could see children in vision, and have a fam as a black man/ deading them drugs, was never a felon or thug, they fed up because, what they can't stand is a black man, off of the block, that was never caught by the cops with 41 shots, that's why I stand as a black man/ Verse 2: I done borrowed money til your last dime was gone, I done shed tears til my last cry was gone/ looking in the mirror, unhappy with what I'm seeing cuz what I see is something less of a human being/ I felt so humiliated, living in my grandfathers basement, rent due I couldn't pay shit/ I walk the blocks at night, with no particular destination, I just need to clear my mind and/ maybe with time, I think of a reason to keep going, my fathers voice in the back of my head (keep going)/ but aint nothing to look forward to when I look around, see a niggas positive they wanna put you down/ its a crooked town, and I'm a product of it, I love it but I hate it, the haters gotta love it/ how my skin is hated by the public, what I have I made it out of nothing/ but I cold never quit, even If I'm neer rich, plus I was never rich so how could I ever bitch/ I could never beg another man for mercy, while he look at me and curse me/ cuz his situation probably worse than me, that's how it be, the cops still think its halloween, cuz they aint really cops/ blue shield for what, niggas aint protecting me shit I'd rather blue steel you up/ that's how tey got me feeling, like I'm the fucking villian, like I fit the description like I did the fucking killing/ but word to my teardrops on the page, aint nothing you can say could ever defeat this black man/ Hook: You can cuff me grab me, snuff me stab me, rush me grab, harass me, but still I stand as a black man/ in my position, living and wishing that I could see children in vision, and have a fam as a black man/ deading them drugs, was never a felon or thug, they fed up because, what they can't stand is a black man, off of the block, that was never caught by the cops with 41 shots, that's why I stand as a black man/

Verse 1: I'm feelin like I got the world in my palm, man, I'm a man of my word, and I'm feelin like the man, that's my word/ big, shout out to the girls, that turned a nigga down, they didn't hear me before, but they heard a nigga now (ha)/ I'm from the East dog, dirty like a street dog, but I'm no street dog, cuz my breed is TRRR/ I'm on a ride, I'm on a roll, you probably heard of me befo, but if not, this how my story goes/ I was a snotty nose, little skinny body bro, picked a microphone, now I'm feelin right at home/ from deep inside my dome, came the freakish, tightest flow, everything I write is Gold, man I got the Midas glow/ you betta light a bone, you betta burn a L, when this come on the Radio, you betta learn it well/ and tell a friend, to tell a friend, TR is here to stay, don't mind them haters, we ain't worried bout them anyway/ Hook: And we coming from the bottom, on our job, hustle hard to make a dolla/ now we do it real big, everywhere we go, blastin thru ya stereo, it ain't hard to see, (Nigga I'm about my business)/ From LA to Chicago, ATL, Florida, and back to my hood/ yeah we do it real big, everywhere we go, blastin thru ya stereo, it ain't hard to see, (Nigga, I'm about my business)/ Verse 2: Learn to tell them (Fuck It), if they ain't trying to (Bump It), throw up a middle finger, tell them haters, they could (Suck It)/ ((Haaah)), I had to lash out, at these niggas brash mouth, they got some nerve, throwin stones from a glass house/ I take my ass out, party til I crash out, you think you ballin, man we ball harder, smashed mouth/ I be the one these bitches, buzzing bout in every hood, I make my rounds around they town, and dick them very good/ don't get it twisted though, I'm about my business, plus I know my words, ain't taken kindly, by my misses/ my homie Troof told me Trife, do ya damn thang, now we charter Jets, no more flights on a damn plane/ TR's a made man,.... you man made, a boss give orders, while he chillin in the damn shade/ I like a Dayzel beat, its like you hear the band play, and this my theme music, y'all betta sing to it/ Hook: And we coming from the bottom, on our job, hustle hard to make a dolla/ now we do it real big, everywhere we go, blastin thru ya stereo, it ain't hard to see, (Nigga I'm about my business)/ From LA to Chicago, ATL, Florida, and back to my hood/ yeah we do it real big, everywhere we go, blastin thru ya stereo, it ain't hard to see, (Nigga, I'm about my business)/ Bridge: I'm bout my biz, my guap, my ends, my knots/ my benz, my drop, the kid, is hot/ 4x

Hook: What up, what's happenin' (4x) Verse: Well I could tell you its me, I'm the one that you wanna be, turn the TV on, I got what you wanna see/ give me a stage, and a cup of Hennessey, watch me go ape shit, on my fuckin enemies/ yes I'm a monster, death to imposters, I go with the mic, like there's dreads to a Rasta/ --real shit, so if you battle me, ya bitch ass gon be disappointed, like a lil Dick/ Pause, groupies try giving me the draws, but before that, she gotta slippery the sword/ when she done wit that, I'm a send her to the morgue, (when I kill that pussy, kill that pussy)/ rappers act hard, but they (still mad pussy), so it is my duty to (reveal that pussy)/ -its too late to (conceal that pussy), go after ya kids, I'm a (seal that pussy)/ get into my mind, put my CD on rewind, and I swear, I'll drop jewels, from the middle of a mine/ I'm not kidding, I'm divine, wit my lyrical design, they be bidding on my lines, get ya bidding in, online/ we could get it in online, or I'll murda you in person, either way we do it, I could put you in a Hearse and/ go after ya family, the situation worsen, motherfuck, a motherfucking a reason, for my cursing/ stacks on deck, and I throw'em by the fistful, I keep the bitches moving, like I'm Pitbull/ (Oh yeh loca,............... Venga caa)/ line'em all up , and I swear I'll knock'em down, I'm the baddest dude in town, I will battle you right now/ and its sad that you around, all the yes men you run wit, East New York, nigga, I done grew up in the dungeon/ Hook: What up, what's happenin' (4x)

Hook: I'm in a Bentley Azure, runnin on E, in the fastlane, and I'm bout to OD/ headed to the club, put a model on me, (party over here), all bottles on me, its the Fastlife/ Heyyyy, Whoooaaaaa, Chiiilllll, slow down a lil bit/ Nah dog, I'm (gon' gon' speed it up), they want me to slow it down, I'm (gon', gon' speed it up)/ Verse 1: I'm out of my brain, what have I done, High Speed Chase, won't get caught if I run/ bottle of Patron, smell, all on my tongue, screaming (Brooklyn), that's the hood that I'm from, (Yah)/ I'm so bent, this ain't even my car, yo I can't even drive, I'm not even TRRR/ headed to the club, wit my goons, in the back, they here to have fun, but them goons will attack/ if I say so, but, we came here to chill, scope out some booty, we came here to feel/ sup lil ma, what you say, what the deal, I know you ain't come wit that lame, aww for (reeeaaaal)/ ha, I got my stunt shades on, and I'm feeling kinda dapper, like a young James Bond/ and we don't do no motherfucking Hyundai car, I pulled up in that, B,....B, B, B/ Hook: I'm in a Bentley Azure, runnin on E, in the fastlane, and I'm bout to OD/ headed to the club, put a model on me, (party over here), all bottles on me, its the Fastlife/ Heyyyy, Whoooaaaaa, Chiiilllll, slow down a lil bit/ Nah dog, I'm (gon' gon' speed it up), they want me to slow it down, I'm (gon', gon' speed it up)/ Verse 2: --The Young, the Rich, the Fast and the Furious, the baddest chicks, they fast and the curious/ super star status, when you all lavish, she like a Spike Lee Joint, she just Gotta Have It/ now she addicted, she just like a addict, she wanna taste me, I'm just like her habit/ can't even front though, I just let her have it, shorty got a body like, Jessica Rabbit/ yah, I'm on my cartoon shit, I am is so original, you just a part 2 bitch/ and shorty asked me, are you a player TR, I said I own the team, I am Mark Cuban/ who's this with the whole damn hood by his side, and any girl, look so damn good by his side/ sorry but I gotta look, good when I ride, so I pulled up in that B....B, B, B/ Hook: I'm in a Bentley Azure, runnin on E, in the fastlane, and I'm bout to OD/ headed to the club, put a model on me, (party over here), all bottles on me, its the Fastlife/ Heyyyy, Whoooaaaaa, Chiiilllll, slow down a lil bit/ Nah dog, I'm (gon' gon' speed it up), they want me to slow it down, I'm (gon', gon' speed it up)/

Intro: (I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you/ Verse 1: ...Ayo its all about me, step in the club, and I'm rolling Mobb Deep/ I ain't gotta holla, chicks fall at my feet, ask anybody, man, they know about me/...lil mama, wanna (get get gone), since I am a Beast, you know its (uh uh onnn)/ can I get something to (sip sip onnn), man I don't give a fuck, that's why they get pissed off/ Hook: (I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you/ When you pull up on the scene, they gon wanna fight you, why they always bite you, I don't think they like you/ I don't think they like you (T T T T TR) I don't think they like you (T T T T TR)/ I don't think they like you (T T T T TR) I don't think they like you (T T T T TR)/ Verse 2: ...Yah, I keeps it hood all day, and you know we smokin on that good, all day/ staring at the chain, yeah the jewels all Gray, all I show is love, dog, how could y'all hate/...from the gutter, like the Rise of The Phoenix, listen to my shit, you'll say this guy is a genius/ we don't stress a broad, man, why is you feenin, shorty on my side, because the size of the Penis/ ha ha, you see them wheels so clean, whip game proper, yeah that grill, so mean/ pull up next to you, you be like "Lil Ol Me", "How much you paid for that", I be like "Chill Homie"/.....nigga that's none of ya business, even if I told you, who the fyuck is ya kiddin/ you gon mess around and make a dumb ass decision, and spend ya life savings, tryna stunt wit me pimpinnn/ Hook: (I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you/ When you pull up on the scene, they gon wanna fight you, why they always bite you, I don't think they like you/ I don't think they like you (T T T T TR) I don't think they like you (T T T T TR)/ I don't think they like you (T T T T TR) I don't think they like you (T T T T TR)/ Verse 3: ...Now put ya hands up high, get up on yo feet, if you's a stand up guy/ love the way she shake it, when she dance on I, I think she puttin her hands down my pants, ("Oh My")/ ...she got a Ass like Serena, everybody looking at her pass, wanna beat her/ homie trying block, said my ass is a cheater, don't make me put my my foot up yo ass, wit Adidas/ heh,...and then we on our way,..no need for plans, you gon be gone all day/ when I bring you home, you gon be home all day, recovering from the dick, ayo, that boy don't playyy/..you know, I don't think they like me,..if I had to a bid, I don't think they'll write me, but TR don't give a shiit, all of ya could bite me, worrying bout me, you need to worry bout ya wifey/ Hook: (I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you, I don't think they like you/ When you pull up on the scene, they gon wanna fight you, why they always bite you, I don't think they like you/ I don't think they like you (T T T T TR) I don't think they like you (T T T T TR)/ I don't think they like you (T T T T TR) I don't think they like you (T T T T TR)/

Hook: TR gettin busy, TR gettin busy, TR gettin busy, I keep my niggas wit me/ TR gettin busy, TR gettin busy, TR gettin busy, ya skeezer's really friendly/ Verse: I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high, shit I do, is do or die, like I'm from Bed-Stuy/ I ain't know y'all niggas last year, what am I doin, shit a nigga came up, who the fuck am I fooling/ I still got my niggas wit me though, hoppin in my 64, boppers on my dick, they know, I'm hot, and so, they lick me slow/ yeah I got my type, and shit, but I ain't being picky though, do some tricks, I got no problem, tricking on a tricky ho/ Boss, like I'm Ricky Ro, Porsche color, minty so, green, gotta get me mo, freeze, for that blicky blow/ told you its a stick up, now its turning to a homicide,...I got guns, that make you think, I threw a bomb inside/ dear Obama, I, wanna be President, cuz I got presence and, I set precedents, for my Bretheren/ you ain't feeling my shit, huh, ooh you must be prejudice, even if you black, I'm calling Jesse Jackson Reverend/ he gon cut yo nuts off, and just let the blood pour, way before the guns drawn, you could die at once, boy/ so do not fuck around,...unless you want more,...I paint a scary picture,...we get the guns drawn/ its only real niggas,...we get the cunts gone,...fuckin wit millionaires,...I'm such a Slumdog/ we Big Willies here, y'all niggas, look really scared, my niggas, don't really care, mobbing, is a hood affair/...I seen it all baby, I'm so experienced, I'm like my Great Grandfather, rocking in that wooden chair/ nigga the hood is here, I thought you knew that, and what you plan on doing, when you rich, nigga we do it/ who dat talking shit, I'll off you bitch, off you something awful bitch, off you so unlawful bitch, I'll dog you like you raw food bitch/ me and Moment torch this shit, that's why they call us Camp Crisis, we sleep all day, come out at night, just like we Vampires/

Hook: Who Dat, Who Dat, I don't know his name, but he killing every beat, man, I swear, that boy insane/ Who Dat, Who Dat, yeah he sound nice, I'll lace yo shit too, nigga, for the right price/ Verse 1: I'm that nigga, flow like trigga, know I'm from that East man, no town bigga/ talk shit, like I can't, hold my liquor, you rap like my Little Brother, no Fontigga/ hop on board, or you could go by river, many ways you could die, that is yo dilemma/ TR Izza, wolf to the Sheep, was built from the streets, in other words I'm a beast/ nigga please,..ya nah won fuck wit a Don, ya nah won, tink dat me bluff, and ya wrong/ my Camp is a Crisis, ya crew is a bunch of switch siders, that's why I can't fuck wit Lebron/ wake up in the morning, I get up, then I'm gone, on a paper chase, won't come back, til its dawn/ want this forever, I'm a rap til I'm gone, and even then my soul, resurrect in a song/ Hook: Who Dat, Who Dat, I don't know his name, but he killing every beat, man, I swear, that boy insane/ Who Dat, Who Dat, yeah he sound nice, I'll lace yo shit too, nigga, for the right price/ Verse 2: Rhyme spitta, mind splitta, dime hitter, got every nigga saying, (Yo that's my nigga)/ tell me why y'all bitter, is it because I bomb niggas, with the Rhyme Rhythm, that the God given/ I had a dream, I was bigger than life, with a bad wife, right beside me, glittered in Ice, standing on Mount Olympus, looking down at y'all misfits, y'all need me to eat, I'm throwing down, brown Knishes/ palm the world, in my palm, and I whirl it around, spittin movies, like Brian De Palma, converted to sound/ put me on any stage, I swear, I'm burning it down, TR's the only rose, in that dingy hole in the ground/ I'm from another era, when niggas used to spit hard, and if he got you this round, you do him 1 better/ but now its all youtube, the shit is all doo doo, these niggas can't rap, and ya image, all poodle/ and bitches got they hands all out, Ms. Foo Foo, wit me you get nothing mama, Big Boo Boo/ and yeah my clique brutal, my clique bruise you, we make soup, out ya big noodle, fucker/ bring the ruckas, like Wu-Tang, this how we do thangs, whether written down, or off the top, like a Toupee/ you could get wit it, or you could skate, like Lupe, TR get wild for the night, like Juve/ I strong arm niggas, like the gov't on the war on niggas, a Warlord nigga/ spit shit that make you be like, hold on nigga, over ya head, you feelin like a moron nigga/ Jay should've never hit record on niggas, I'm like granny pulling out the cord on niggas/ whipping that ass, whipping that ass, put this shit out nigga, mix it real fast/ I'm starting to see, motherfuckers, really get gassed, now y'all don't, y'all don't, wanna see me really get mad/ I'm the Big man on campus, El Capitain, HNIC, and every other word, that's the Man/ this nigga ain't a boss, he a herb, wit a plan, you not a backpacker, you a nerd, wit some fans/ TR so clean, but I prefer Dapper Dan, I hit one time, now ya hoe back again/

Verse 1: ----First of all, I'm a fuckin beast, some come correct, unless you mufuckers want some beef/ I'm talkin reckless, cuz niggas thinkin shit is sweet, I'll slit yo neck quick, and let the blood, river leak/ listener discretion is advised, but if you could relate, then I suggest you hit rewind/ and play this shit again, while I pray and say Amen, forgive me for my sins, Dear Lord, I'm going in/ I walk thru the fire, survive everytime, I ain't got no limitations, Lord, why won't I die/ I guess I'm just an Angel, but more like The Reaper, cuz I don't wrestle, but I put them boys in a sleeper/ --I just got a new toy, can I keep her, she get real hot in my hands, when I squeeze her/ aim it at you niggas, then I bang it at you niggas, have ya lungs, heart, and diaphragm, dangling out you niggas/ Hook: If you want it, we could do it, you ain't ready for war, don't be stupid/ my niggas is goons, we gettin it all night, if you want a shootout, well nigga, then alright/ If you want it, we could do it, you ain't ready for war, don't be stupid/ my niggas is goons, we gettin it all night, if you want a shootout, well nigga, then alright/ Verse 2: --These is thoughts in my head dog, as I make my, merry way, out to dead y'all/ --I got the put niggas to bed job, and I ain't worried bout ya stash, that's the FEDS job/ --look me in my fuckin eyes, and give me one reason, why you shouldn't fuckin die/ cuz I don't give a fuck about this life that I'm in, if I go before my time, I might as well take a friend/ I travel by my lonely, never wit a homie, all they'll do is slow me, you don't like it, blow me/ --i been doing this for too fuckin long, and by now, my pockets, should be Jew fuckin long/ I do fuckin songs, I do fucking freestyle, I do go perform, you still could get beat down/ I'm from East New York, and those niggas crazy, stuntin like you hard, we expose niggas daily/ Hook: If you want it, we could do it, you ain't ready for war, don't be stupid/ my niggas is goons, we gettin it all night, if you want a shootout, well nigga, then alright/ If you want it, we could do it, you ain't ready for war, don't be stupid/ my niggas is goons, we gettin it all night, if you want a shootout, well nigga, then alright/

Verse 1: They asked TR to break it down, that's what the fuck I'm gon do, got the beat from Marvino, said TR its on you/ expose all the fake shit, impose all ya greatness, they don't want you spittin like ya poems are forsaken/ its all good the price of fame come wit a cost, so I'm in a Porsche, driving them crazy, whipping the horse/ that's means I'm moving fast while niggas aint doing jack, so soon as you relax, my nigga, I'm on ya ass/ I'm bigger than all my stats, liver than all my videos, better than any artist downloaded on you're Helio/ but really though, you act like you ain't know that shit, and if you feel you fucking wit me dog, then show that shit/ there never been a rapper, this charismatic, and acrobatic, wit his rappin tactics, that active Catholics, look at him, as if/ he's the light up in the sky, the savior, that be killin niggas lyrically, I'm helping you survive, before you die/ Hook: Ha ha ha, Trife and Osei, fallback motherfucker, we do this all day/ and you don't want none nigga, you don't want none nigga, you don't want noine nigga, you don't want none nigga/ Verse 3: (Write like Bush Sr. CIA, I brake'em down, my flow like Guantanamo Bay)/ They wonder how, do we do it, its luke WOW when we moving, two of the best, watch us turn the crowd to a movement/ (son they not moving, they whole clique liars, they Divas, watch'em brake down like Mariah)/ watch them motherfuckers kneel down to Messiahs, watch us kill the stage, we don't have no survivors/ (they mad cuz son fire, and you Sun Jiya, career like 4 flats, you should retire)/ unless you re-tarded, I'm from the land of the Bleek hearted, we can't wait to make you de-parted/(last plague, I'll bury a weak artist, treat'em like the Red Sea, I will re-part it)/ niggas like, damn see, look what he started, we had to raise the bar, Osei and TRRR!!!/

Verse 1: Yah, step through the door like, fuck it, its on my shoulders now, came out the fire unscathed, y'all should take notice how, I did that/ admit that, there ain't nobody illa, you crazy if you thinking I'm a give up/ I metamorphisized, to a more precise, more for night, bars I write, but if you suffer awful sight, I could offer light/ to you and all ya loved ones, ya dudes and ya cousins, you crude motherfuckers, bout to be my downfall/ I really need to stay from round y'all, I sound off to them shots, letting the pound roar, since death comes in 3's, I'm bringing round 4/ the after life, I'll sacrifice 3 of ya niggas, like we a Satanic Fraternity, living the Kappa life/ call me Pastor Trife, I'll baptise you rap guys, I knew you half ya life, you don't even have a knife, and if the shit went down, you don't even have the fight/ you don't even have the right, to be speaking my name, what make it worse is that you speak it in vain/ either the fame done went to ya head, or you convinced that you dead, or took hits in the head, now you schizophrenic/ making, little remarks, then you switch ya sentence, nigga stick to ya words, like adjectives to a verb/ you a bitch and a herb, and where I come from, my folks don't mix wit you germs, I'm stressed, downing bottles by the fifth til it burn/ uh Hook: Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Run Run, TR's coming)/ Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (You better run as fast as you caaaann nigga) Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (I don't know why, they wanna test me) Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Fuck around, you gon diiieeee maaannn)/ Verse 2: Its the exception to the rule, exceptionally rude, at least that's the perception of my mood/ I exercise my brain wit this rap shit, going hard, while you spend ya days, just relaxing/ Oh My God I'm back, in the flesh, wrote my first rhymes, in the park, on some city steps/ roam the streets at night, I was up when the city slept, eyes red from exhaustion, her thighs bled from abortion/ she was too young, we both was, didn't know the consequences, we wasn't blessed with the gift, but we got the message/ that life is precious, and I possess the essence of it, my life is a novel, that's graphic, like sex in public/ I feel death among us, its coming soon, to a hood near you, my nightmares coming true/ we mice in a laboratory, five different categories, the first one is the pacifist, the advocate/ for not having shit/ the second ones a real bastard kid, Revolutionary, everything is crucial, very/ the loud one, hear him right out of a crowd, a problem, for the masses, therefore they bound to kill his ass/ number three is the Conspiracy, Big Brother watching, but he watching Big Brother, thousands of radio frequencies/ lil too paranoid, so his crew mad annoyed, nobody to watch his back, likely to get poisened/ professional job, made to look like a heart attack, the fourth one is a boss son, he call himself/ Enlightened, he walks outside, senses get hightened, speaking in termanology, every move destined, you'll never get an apology/ honestly, 5 is me, the God MC, embody 3 characteristics from each of them/ I might take it easy, sometimes I might preach to them/ other times I'm out of my fucking mind, the news mind fuck, all the fucking time, that shit should be a crime/ I'm aware of the possibilities, ready for Armageddon, prepared so my serenity, is at a all time high/ all rise the Honorable Almighty America, them niggas set it up, and made him to be the Fall guy/ asking Lord why, as I clutch my King James, it sound like Pulp Fiction, am I fucking Ving Rhames/ no pun intended, I guess I'll fucking end it, even though I ain't fucking finished, we suffer every minute/ Hook: Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Run Run, TR's coming)/ Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (You better run as fast as you caaaann nigga) Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (I don't know why, they wanna test me) Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Fuck around, you gon diiieeee maaannn)/