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No Trigger My Woods

There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve With every hack at synaptic gaps

york, Word life. you know I can kick it. At my show on the down low, you’re sellin’ wolf-tickets. Ha ha, the trigger I’m tryin’ to tell ya. Now my nigga

woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my

[Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced gunfire. Utterance of pain.] Pump your fists if you're with me. Pump your

like a flash, yeah And trash, yeah I'm a big timer nigga, yeah Pull the trigger, yeah A player hater flipper, yeah Grave filler, yeah I be slangin' wood

m smokin' my weed with y'all Hangin' with niggas y'all ball Just because niggas be takin' it all Told them broads to back up off my balls Thugs be ready

of my walk In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined in chalk My rhymes

You can see me in the hood [Capone]: I told him I break wood [Noreaga]: I told him the shank could [Capone]: Cut him up somethin' good [Noreaga]: My

your fuckin' job Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind With child support, I drag your coffins in the court We even-steven, fuck that, my