Urban Lyrics - R&B, Rap, Hip-Hop, Soul, Gospel & Reggae Lyrics
"Fyuz" lyrics by TRIFE DIESEL
Submit Lyrics     |     Correct Lyrics     |     Request Lyrics     |     New Albums     |     Contact Form     |     Links
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # v/a
Print friendly version


"Fyuz"
[feat. Termanology & Sun God]


[Chorus 1: Termanology & Trife Diesel]
Termanology:
It's Trife Diesel, Ology and Sun God
Ain't no reason to rep if you don't come hard
When you a real cat you ain't gotta front hard
Cause little kids get shot up in they front yard

[Trife Diesel:]
Like dealers in Vegas we quick to pull a chump's card
It's three of the greatest, On top of that we young stars
For all them niggas locked down fightin a gun charge
Facin time for refusing to see they son starve

[Termanology:]
Here's the tale of the little frail and angelic
Angel like, Little girl named Angelica, Daddy tellin her
Not to be hangin in front of the little store with the drug dealin peddlers
Cause the day them boys come to get the register
You might get shot, The thought never registered
She wanted to shine, Tell everyone to remember her
Now we just think back like remember her
When I look in the sky I see the clouds cry
Let it rain on me until it sunshine
I could change the rap game with just one line
Just one rhyme, But I'm still unsigned
And that's a shame but it's real as the war in Irac
Young soldiers get they brain on the floor
It's a double edged sword that don't come with a reward
From the fetus with the cord till you greeted by the lord

[Chorus 1]

[Trife Diesel:]
Ayo, My acalades go back to my trappin days
When grams were twenty-one like the ace and the jack of spades
Masquerades, My gats'll blaze and burn you like aftershave
Faster blades that'll turn your afro to a half of a fade
This is torture and I'm the enforcer like Eastwood
Dirty Harry stickin up petty thieves for they cheap goods
I rep for each hood, Born and raised in the realest parts
Even poor white boys growin up in them trailor parks
The fisherman cut the tail of the sharks, Bitin niggas short of fare
Watch while I collect sales and scale the charts
I preform with the likes of Rakim, Jada, And Nas
I'm like kids on recess the way I play with these bars
Staten Island, Bean Town, Controllin the scene now
Fuck bitches on tour without pullin my jeans down
Trife Diesel, The most underrated some debated
Way before he passed away I was preachin Pun was the greatest

[Chorus 2: Trife Diesel & Termanology]
Trife Diesel:
It's Trife Diesel, Ology and Sun God
Ain't no reason to rep if you don't come hard
When you a real cat you ain't gotta front hard
Cause little kids get shot up in they front yard

[Termanology:]
Like dealers in Vegas we quick to pull a chump's card
It's three of the greatest, On top of that we young stars
For all them niggas locked down fightin a gun charge
Facin time for refusing to see they son starve

[Sun God:]
Listen, They says Sun God black and rugged
Cause I keep a bull dog and I don't mind blastin in public
It's two guns up niggas done-done it
Like the old sister four-fiftha, Release some sick shit in your stomach
Here's a messenger for whoever who want it
When it come to my chips niggas get flipped like the tip of an onion
Time tickin on the watch
Even the motherfuckin chamber on the pound be spinnin like a clock
Out of nine, Nine niggas is snitchin on the block
Niggas snitchin, Fuckin up all the money in the spot
I'm a heavy weight copper, State to state hopper
With an attitude similar to an eighty-eight shopper
You never been a don, Never
Who gonna fuckin recognize you when I separate your body from your arms
Postin with many shottys in my palms
I don't care if the boys come, If somethin fly by me siad
I said, You could lay your life or get poked up
Red beams, Red beams cover your Pelle and Red Monkey jeans
You boy down with fiends, It's 07
If they don't come with all my cash, I'm fuckin up the fiends
Still gettin money, Mr. Big Money
I spend it all, Ya'll niggas spendin your kids money
Your fuckin up the process, I copped a hundred grams
Took the shit straight to the kitchen, Hit the pyrex
Let the shit sit for a minute, Did a time check
Then I broke it down till there ain't a fuckin dime left
You already know that I grind, Yes
I shut niggas down, Blow em out the box, Line em up, Spare chess
Feelin like Meth with the contact
One eye white, One eye black, Nevermind that
You got your ratchets tell me where mines at
How you gone go get yours and I got mine strapped

[Chorus 1]

Found a mistake in "Fyuz" song lyrics? Please correct it!


Back to all TRIFE DIESEL lyrics

Thank you for choosing UrbanLyrics.com!
We will never show you a blank page instead of song lyrics.
Top Song Lyrics Of The Week
"Callin'"
by CURREN$Y

"Hot Nigga"
by BOBBY SHMURDA

"Apparently"
by J. COLE
Top 3 R&B, Rap, Hip-Hop, Soul, Gospel, Reggae artists by lyrics popularity this month

#1 KEVIN GATES lyrics
KEVIN GATES
#2 DRAKE lyrics
DRAKE
#3 NICKI MINAJ lyrics
NICKI MINAJ
Our Respect
Top 100 Lyrics
Alive Lyrics
FruityLyrics
Submit Lyrics | Correct Lyrics | Request Lyrics | Privacy Policy | Advertising Information | Contact Form | Links
"Fyuz" lyrics is property and copyright of its actual owners and provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright ©2006-2015 UrbanLyrics