waan nuh man tell mi nuttin', a wah chat bout Caan see bwoy ago try tek man food A wah? Yo, let mi tell yuh somethin', yo Mi press trigger, mi nuh press
man tell mi nuttin, a wah chat bout Caan see bwoy ago try tek man food A wah?! Yo! Let mi tell yuh somethin Yo! [Chorus:] Mi press trigger mi nuh press
And I would've walked behind And I would've walked beside you And I would've told you every lie And I would've done that for you Open your eyes sometime
it all by 25, and lived it up From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra There
Damn, its hard being a real nigga Clutching on steal triggers Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers For niggaz I cut for Pull a hoe out my truck for Take a bullet
caught a boot A nigga like the Brad cuz a nigga like the brad shoots Don't be afraid my brother, Put your finger on the trigger, close your eyes and squeeze the motherfucker Fuck the press
Don't make me have to come Around and spray at all y'all The world so small It's big as a golf ball Just like them perfect titties It's pressing against
Mi press trigger mi nuh press people button Nuh bodda chat come face mi wid somethin' Like how mi have twenty two inna mi somethin' Ten haffi use so mi
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to hear nothing When snitch niggaz give police clues to watch Well, I'ma give them faggot niggaz news to watch My trigger
you met the shotgun shell Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees On the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger
right in my face And they fightin' for my life I'm fightin' the case And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press Like the young man resisted
Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox Your just like a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger
a vagina who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim, Fox your just like a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger
in too deep, like Donnie Brasco Who could be the asshole I make sure the motherfucker don't last long Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggers
back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press your luck My bomb'll self destruct Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press
the one for the cash, two for the safe (This is ring tone murder) Let's dog the place My bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off Hate on the trigger
Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another
