Testi:
No Trigger More To Offer

up, get up, get up. Listen to the sound in the underground as it calls out your name. And then one voice sings, ?I have much more to offer.? The true

me out, I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I didn't eat, I couldn't take it no more Saw my teacher

Yeah I can see the road to ruin and I'm lookin' for some action I got my finger on the trigger and a match to the fuse I'll make someone an offer that

some more,till the soil some more Bare war ah gwan and the ghetto youths poor Till it some more,rainshower me say pour

forever still one of a kind Got love for the thugs that grind (All the way) [Verse 4: Bizzy] They tellin me I was the one that was shoot up Offer the

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 Quick

on smoke a blunt with the halves, when the past In my hood everybody dirt poor But the preacher come through with the lexus on more more Wonder if the

today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer

called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I didn't need, I couldn't take it no more Saw my teacher miss