anymore My mind is my cigarette burning Empty whiskey bottles on the floor Trying to make it through the night Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa My finger's stuck on the trigger
your poison anymore My light is my cigarette burning Empty whiskey bottles on the floor Trying to make it through the night Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa My finger's stuck on the trigger
lays on I praise on, think you plays on, it's stays gone The things you lay on I can't even pay on You got it, better hide it If you wanna keep it safe
major Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE
saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look for a better way
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'm tryin to
thugs could of been all hood. Pick up on it, never fully get it ? this Bone flow! Smilin', hatin' but you'll see me on the low! (low) In the game with
' like killin' you dying tonite, You don't wanna hear that glock pop, When the glock pop pop don't stop, We all about murda mo, Finger on the trigger
that it's on, bitch, bang You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own, And kill flesh and
sleepin on the pavement? Save it! The beatdown, who gave it? Sen did, no one will explain it [Chorus] [B-Real] I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit Finger's on
a switch A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame Detroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen
make it funky once again for my opponent I left the stage fulla blood stains 'cause I was on it The U-N-H-O-L-Y, Esham you never knew I Could kick it
t give a FUCK, cause I'm takin care of this Trigger finger got blisters Heard from your sisters, you be rollin on the twisters Now when we meet, I can make your heart
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream [Chorus] "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." -- Fat
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
: [Big Boi] Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses I got the hookers on the
Like bear huntin' with a switch A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy It'll take awhile to tame Detroit
backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot
