Lyrics:
I know why they hate
I know why they hate
Gotta play it safe
Through the Tri-State
Keep my life a secret
Gotta play it safe (Gotta play it safe)
New
' tri' tri' trial and error
The court proceeding for
Michal DeAngelo Billups verses
the State of Maryland
will proceed as follows
Prosecution, you got
Gang gang gang gang
Bitch
Gang gang
Put a bitch nigga sideways
Fuckin on yo bitch my way
We the coolest in the Tri-States
70 on the highway
Put
sleep
I just popped a molly in my red so now I'm geeked
I should burn they ass in the car like they did malik
Jeepers creeper I'm the reaper
Now it's
And a jet-powered rocket ski
On the fifth day of Christmas
Please, Santa, give to me
The entire Tri-State Area
A silver guitar
A sash full of patches
Two
Wooo
That's my New Wave Shit
Crashed my whip three times in the tri-state
Your bitch she spot me skrrt of in the highway
No room for no discussion we
national treasures in the tri-state area
Rockefeller owls, causing mass hysteria
Askin' how we do it, man I really couldn't tell ya
Tell ya
Nope
We national
you
Boy don't be sorry
I'm not a player
A hater
A troublemaker
Don't be a beta
I promise
I'll see you later
All the girls in the tri-state area
All
state your name
Now get out of my face!
Oh yeah!
You really wanna play
With the bay okay!
Yeah!
Step forward state your name
Now get out of my face!
I'm
send shots I'ma land mine
Get yoked up with ya egg fried
Its school time I demand silence
Until class done
No questions
See I'm feasting bro
This jeepers
fam you get lifted
Speaking the truth like the simpsons
Spark like a Glock Scottie pippen
Why y'all niggas want a feature
Speaking that jeepers
tri-coastal
Like we ain't supposed ta, but crossin' boarders
Rhymes heavy, boulders
Forget, what anybody told us
Separate us from rap, you must Moses
What we
I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators
a case, I'm a get this cake
Tell em' if they want that drama, then go watch Ricki Lake
Hear the quake of the 808, from state to state
It's no mistake, It's
on three fingers i can count
Rent creeping up like jeepers creepers
In two days rents due
Getting desperate put on my shoes
Go out and make some moves
Being
a killer don't give no fuck, bitch I'm the reapers reaper
That 23 hit his face now I take it off like I'm jeepers creepers
Then go pour a 4 of tris up in my
like Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, they on
I could've been a student, my mind was
rebeu, mon rebeu
Wouh, mes amis, j'ai fais le tri, j'marche broliqué dans la ville
Mes démons ne vivent que la nuit et l'histoire, c'est tout seul
must be in a club high off a x
Cause cash that we got it ain't even in the states
And the cars that we drop they got diplomatic plates
This ain't a rap
ass
Everybody gotta tryna buy plate
Everybody tryna whip the coke up
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back
gonna smile in my face
Really thought I said when I was young
I was gonna be the man of the tri-state
Everybody said they straight up with me
I can see
and out and through the tri state
Cruising
Young n***** like to keep it Icy
Icy, icy
Lit this b**** up just like the fire place
Fire, fire
5’7 but
keep out light
Living woke on account ah God s
Sliding on the 95
Highway out the tri-state east coast Upnorth side
You wanna know what my life like
keep on hating
Cause they know I’m finna ball
Living out my life
Throughout the whole tri-state
I can’t hang with haters
Me and them don’t relate
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