The finger on the trigger The target in the sights And you will remember Death comes day or right I got a fistful of anger A head full of pain Belt
wind (I Flow when I go In flo' mo', Flow motion) Flow...Round by the wind [x2] [Wish Bone:] Point your fist pull your pistol put ch'ya finger in the
when we do itgood I'm so I'm so mother f**king hood(luda, luda) [Verse 2: Ludacris] Everyone come equipped with bangers Throwing up our middle fingers
a room full of notes that build to a dread Is there room to ignore what we are here for Turn on the lights and open the door. Ring on your finger, a
week of the relationship She was tripping on organic acid, Would stop to pick up a rained-out leaf, Would give it tenderly into his hand-- Full of
broke Ain?t that right D-Loc (hell mothafuckin? yeah!) Fuck a fist or middle finger, throw your horns in the air. ?No turnin back now going out full
worry about) What I do (I'd be coming home) Back to you (every night doing you right) Your the type of woman (deserves good things) Fist full of diamonds (hand full
was hiding all away I was hiding, dear, I was hiding all away You asked an electrician If he'd seen me round his place He touched you with his fingers
My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist
fuck, he doesn't even have a clue I'm going to kill him Followed the fuck, as he went to take a piss Crept into the alley, fingers turned to fists
it's Wheezy you know You know it's Wheezy you know Who Squideye [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy I been thuggin on da block Fist
shit you said, well It didn?t mean a thing, huh? Step up and join the show You?ve got your two middle fingers But I?m waitin? with a fist full Cracked
off and one kid wouldn't choose sides Hit with a hammer and the kid died and now it's a full blown riot Tck, that's when the fists start flyin These kids
long Caller number two like this.. [Xzibit] {*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house close to midnight Full rack up in the back {*BZZ BZZ*} shit is tight Full
more Fingers are the singers and fingers are the song Fingers make the accidents, fingers make it wrong Fingers full of passion, all up to the fist
