't heard nuttin' this funky nigga, how ya figure? My mouth's on the mic like a finger on a trigger nigga And when I squeeze I'ma getcha You never heard
He is one of the greatest MC's, ever to roam this planet [Killah Priest] Father forgive me, it's the Henny or Remi Or maybe it's the many of fame, this
, fifth wheel on back Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze With a mac, with a glock I'm a make 'em say please In the back, on the block so the
trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow Is this the end? Momma told me one day it was gonna happen But she never told me when She told me it
life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world
that back ese con respecto Cause I got respect, something you'll never get though A little vato now seventeen with a glock I got my finger on the trigger, not afraid to pull it
the new shit, the true shit, not the bullshit Got his finger on the trigger and he's not afraid to pull it Twenty three with the bullet, oh miss you need to cool it Call it
I'm strapped 44, .tre-8 or AK-47 'Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk
shoot Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut Me don't show no love 'cause it's us against them Them never ever love me 'cause it'
my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little residue Boy, I'm telling you, I put my heart on it Thug Money got blood on it plus a little
feet deep, yeah or either locked down So I got to give it up to my niggas Who got me off the streets and took my finger off the trigger You made my mother
ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger Like john wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill Man I handle my business strickly on the real
ta have it) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (Kurupt) On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range
I'm holdin' the trigger Finger got the itch, uh, stitch Or better yet chalk 'em up I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck? Don
ready to murder someone [tru survivors] Some man in the world got a bullet with my name on it Willing to die for my niggas, I put my brains on it Back
these playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I