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
like 4 hours on a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it
! (Hush!) And the... (Hush!) Troglodytes! [Gun shot.] (Somebody's calling my name....) [Brother J] Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on! [Professor
phase me What could I say? I was havin' a fucked up day Stood up and took aim, my finger on the trigger I shouted "Now let me hear you say nigger!" Well
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
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
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'm tryin
Show you wat we livin like (walkin like a man Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) [Lil Wayne] Got it on your mind
the huddle. Either you ridin or we pass flyin by sayin f-ck you. It's Young Money, Cash Money playboy, it's about the size of it, at the rooftop, so hot
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
with 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
dem can't love me) Yo, straight puttin it down gettin my scoot on It's jump in off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on and come up on me some furniture
I'm strapped 4-4, .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
I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure, mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger. Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on
Hey, look! Godzilla!) And hold them cards in the N.R.A. (Ah, hellfire, Melvin, hey hee!) (With their fingers on the trigger ("It's hot.") When they kneel
