Check this Hustler shit out   This is for all you fucking gangster niggas out there..   There aaaaaall dedicated to the trife shit      This is for the kids on the corners with beepers and bangers   and loading shirts of hangers Loot and Templeton boots   Honeys that want to go clubbing or should I say 'Rubbing'   Up against Mack Daddies that drive black Caddies   And white continentals grasping my instrumentals   Trunks, filled with blasting instruments like 'Biscuits'   BMW dripping my hoodlum stack will trouble you   If you don't let them hustle you, they'll snuff you   Cops will cuff you for no reason   Heard it's a open season   Your man's committing treezing 'cause your girl is skeezing   This is for the hard rocks that pack glocks   Swinging balleries and socks eating bakeries and locks   For niggas that box and hit the bag so you'll a-phone in herringbones   Rains with hard stones hones and weapons galore   Left a double bladed knife inside my pocket   This is dedicated to the trife            Dedi-cated to the Trife   Dedicated to the Trife kid   I'm sexing your wife kid   Put the trife on   This is dedicated to the Trife with the butcher knife      Dedi-cated to the fucking Trife   Dedicated to the Trife, kid   I'm sexing your wife kid   Put the trife on   This is dedicated to the Trife with the butcher knife – for the trife      For the girls with big butts and kids with big guts   And HEARTS and honeys that dress up Friday night to meet me   And treat me with respect. I'm kicking this mind of crime   And kids that sell dimes but don't drop em'   For bugs that rot, shot the thugs that got pistols for sale   Selling more pistols than gale   Though Guys that snuff guys for looking   Get arrested and turn the whole night into booking   From Brooklyn to Manhattan   To Sheldon to Strong Island   Violently I get fucking greens   Fill the head with cash and flip hash   And got a stash of loot that's trife   God bless your life      (Chorus)