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lirik lagu trigga happy aggin – geto boys

[ intro ]
today’s special is geto dope processed in fifth ward, texas
we sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it
ok, i’m gonna share this recipe with y’all
hey john, gimme an ounce of that ether fifth ward b-ss
yeah, aw yeah!
yo doug! give me a half a key of uncut drums
aw yeah! yeah!
say red, give me a pound of them h-rns with red (???) cents in it!
yeah, aw yeah!
yeah, aw yeah!
say fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy
motherf-ckin’ geto boys

[ verse 1 — bushwick ]
we needed money, so i robbed a liquor store
down on your knees she hesitated, i kicked the wh-r-
wanna go for bad, b-tch i go for broke
pulled out the 9, think it’s a game, she said nope
out comes the manager, mother’ thought i was bluffin him
she knew i was serious, so did he when i busted him
come on motherf-cker i ain’t playin’ so give it up
she said the cops are comin’, does it look like i give a f-ck!
you’re lucky i ain’t h-rny, i’d be rockin’ ya
she let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what’s stoppin’ ya?
b-tch you must mistake me for a lollygag
’cause’ if i get in that -ss, they’ll haul me off in a body bag
gimme the money, i’m tired of the waiting sh-t
she said the box is empty
i said ain’t that a b-tch
back to the safe you better open it fast
i’m gettin’ tired, i’m about to melt a cap in your -ss
i got all that money that i’m live, how you figure?
i’ll forever be a trigga happy n-gg-

(gunshots)
don’t f-ck with me

(gunshots)
you die motherf-cker

[ verse 2 — willie d ]
doin’ crime in h-town in my prime
robbed the same motherf-ckas 4 or 5 times
where was the cops when i was rippin’ off dividends?
out writin’ tickets to hard workin’ citizens!
they ain’t never been smart enough to catch me
but one day i went climbin’ with a p-ssy
he got shot and hit the floor
i ran non-stop to my god d-mn front door
stashed the cash and case
a clue led the motherf-ckas to my place
i grabbed the bill cleaned my popper
and what did i hear a god d-mn chopper
d-mn, ain’t this a b-tch, the motherfucher must’ve snitched
i thought about puttin some head to bed
but i played the stay instead
surrender, the last day of november, made bond the first day of december
promised myself when i see that snitch, i’d kill that son of a b-tch!
we scr-pped the slate every day
i just couldn’t put the f-ckin’ gun away
wait a minute, i’m full of those forties,
i caught his -ss slippin’ at a block party
killed a motherf-cka as he said d please
put holes in his -ss like rat cheese
squash that sh-t, how ya figure?
i’ll forever be a trigga happy n-gg-!

(gunshots)
you die motherf-cker

say h-llo to my little friend

don’t f-ck with me

you stupid f-ck

you die motherf-cker

say h-llo to my little friend

(gunshots)
i’ll take you all to f-ckin h-ll!

(gunshots)
don’t f-ck with me

you stupid f-ck

[ verse 3 — scarface ]
boys on my corner tryin’ to run a day game
sellin that phony sh-t, it’s white but it ain’t caine
some stupid mother f-cker said i owed him
i ain’t payin’ the mother f-cker i don’t play and i showed him
that if you come and front me with that bullsh-t
you card is filed and you’ll die when i pull it
’cause life is a gamble when you f-ck with a psycho
no pity on another it’s a game, it’s how life goes
i’m hip to all the tricks of the trade
killin’, and stealin’ and gankin’ n-gg-s to get paid
but this time you bullsh-tted the bullsh-tter
and found out that i’m a trigga happy n-gg-

don’t f-ck with me

you stupid f-ck

you die motherf-cker

say h-llo to my little friend

(gunshots)
i’ll take you all to f-ckin h-ll!

don’t f-ck with me!

- geto boys

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