blood splatter on the wall uzi's layin in the hall no1 can stand this life livin in this trife i got the tec9 to protect mine we livin in this house full of dirt and grime so its almost your time cuz its murder 1 with the sub machine gun so ya ass better run ya ya betta get runnin cuz we gonna be gunnin now you made ya moma cry cuz now your home is up in the sky you had to go and die cuz you wanted be fly we live in a world of hate most ghetto children don't live long enough to mate we are going through an extermanation full out oblithiration we are livin the food ration can't afford a vaction thats life in the trife we got food stamps and wellfare we live dispear not like anyone care cuz the ghetto is short for warfare cuz death comes near aprouch the end cant defend against the sawed off get ya body hauled off get ya head knawed off by a slug right through your mug make ya fall to your feet in defeat we rollin down the street bout to a bang in this gang thats the trife life thats life on the stoop im part of the rap supergroup the coast II coast connect about to reserect the hood cuz motha ****as its all good why you hatin now you seperatin between heaven and earth here is the birth of the newest emmcee up in the party neva thought it could happen supportin myself on this rappin being able to do this ass-slappin live without having to hear the gun clappin every night in this blight the stars ain't bright but the sirens are on the top of the police car when you say you soon the bitch dead by noon life in the trife is a hell no different from life in a 6 by 8 cell