Artist: Trife Diesel Album: The Project Pope Song: The Game Don't Change Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Trife Diesel] New York's backbone, Trife Diesel Army Fatigue, Theodore TU for life, Let's get it right Phenom the Don, Gridlock Fuck around and get your shit popped Holla nigga, Straight up and down We run New York, Sinister grins younawhatimsayin So when you come through man fix your face Or get your shit slapped [Trife Diesel] (Yo, Uhh) You are now listenin to the sounds of Trife dez The best thing goin for niggas since white tees You cowards better stay in your lane, Or die rapidly Don't gotta sell 5 mil, Long as I die happily Big dates, Major estates, With large ranches Laid back, Rollin cigars with harsh branches Goin on Hawaiian skunk, Grey Goose, Hawaiian punch Aint nothin like Hawaiian cunt, I dare niggas try to stunt He need to sit his ass down, Yeah this guys drunk And we them east side boys, We supply the crunk Flip a mil, Got your girl on tape Feedin that dick to her lips, Like a sirloin steak T.M.F Theodore, We got the world on shake Blow out your candles, And we put the swirl on cakes All bottles on me tonight, Nigga you see the ice Yo flee, Tell them lazy ass hoes bring us some weed to light [Chorus 2X: Trife Diesel] The game don't change, Just the players involved Same shit, Different day, Another case to be solved Motherfuckers better stay on they job It's Theodore and Army Fatigue, Fuck around and get robbed [Trife Diesel] You can find me out back like a steak house, Holdin the 8th out Catch you on your patio snoozin, And blow your face out Through on some surgical gloves, And take the waste out We sneak the burners in clubs, And scope the place out Crisp pair of red monks, Matchin my red dunks Leave you body stinkin, Smellin foul like a dead skunk I call my hoes sharp shooters the way they head hunt Brain game, Stay off the chains, Somethin miraculous I study calculus, Money long like the alphabet Hurricane season I built me a house of bricks I got a license with the option to kill A few spots in a Ville, Everyday movin a box of them pills I won't stop till I'm chillin on a yacht in Brazil A nice mansion in Peru, On the top of the hills We can reenact a live shootout from an ill movie Where they burnt down a spot in New Jack, And they killed Pookey Listenin to BIG's first album, Repeatin Juicy Zonin out with a bone in my mouth, Lightin a dookey [Chorus 4X]