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
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
touch the sun Want some? Come and get it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don'
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
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
ass bullshit My finger's on the trigger and I'm itchin' to pull it Now let's see who's the first mark on my hit list Is it Winnie the Pooh? No, it's Pooh
! Now let us pray? A good American is a man who was born with a finger on the trigger to erase the problem cases and promote the noble causes. A real
up the endo, can't be smokin' on the stress Hangin' out with Crip figures (fire up the bud Cuz!) Ready to smoke them Snoops so my finger's on the trigger
' 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
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
I miss Big L, Big Pun and Biggie Inspired me to do it, now I do it so they stay livin' within me I never sold O's just hold chrome The Goodyear Blimp
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
I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man Never listen to my parents like an orphan man Strong finger on the trigger like it's dwarf's hands Confiscate
gun just last night It shattered and the sound made me feel like the king I am The neighbors all heard and got scared Thought it was a gunfight But hell, it
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 the trigger
mental Chorus: B-Real Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners,
