Artist: Trife Diesel f/ Sun God, Termanology Album: The Project Pope Song: FYUZ Typed by: pneumatic [Chorus 1: Termanology & Trife Diesel] Termanology: It's Trife Diesel, Ology and Sun God Aint no reason to rep if you don't come hard When you a real cat you aint 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] [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 Aint no reason to rep if you don't come hard When you a real cat you aint 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, Yall 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 aint 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]