Letras:
Finger 11

skanless nigga) [Big Syke] Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw) After all this shit I did with my Mac-11 Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda

Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller Started from a punk now to be a high roller Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster Mac-11 blaster, and I run

trench, fin to blow that chest But you shoulda wore a vest, fool, 'cause the Bone don't front Nigga check or get wrecked Got Flesh on the set, with his finger

to me, can't wait till Kim sees me Now is it worth it? Look at my life how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't workin? You see this finger

where the cokes know That's why I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send

: [Verse 1: I'll Bill] My fist is a gun, my fingers is individual pistols System overload, glitches toe to toe, eye to eye, soul to soul Walk amongst

everybody yap about check it out: guns I bust em Problems with my wife: don't discuss em Coups and lier jets I lust them Finger prints I dust them

t sell Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Hood rats and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger

got the feedback I don't trip off, I get the tip off Befo' it rip off, yeah homie, I'm the Biz-oss I got them finger-lickin' chickens wit the siz-auce