Letras:
Trigger Finger On My Knees

I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin Prayin on my knees every night, askin God is there a heaven So here is my confession to my unborn

bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked

at ease with you Afraid to make a move Yeah Now a shakey finger on the trigger Ready aim to please Now how can such a little bullet Drop big solier to his knees

in a mask. He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger, Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder." See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks. My knees

on my skin drained all the healthy clouds off the wind stains on my cheeks in my head took my long hair snakes bit my feet, ate my toes snow left a carpet...... cold on

rappin' shit Till my money in my hand South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay Gettin' money from yo bitches every Got damn day Big paper I'm foldin' Hoes is on my

in a mask He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder" See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reebok's My knees

on the pavement? Save it! The beatdown, who gave it? Sen did, no one will explain it Chorus [B-Real] I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit Finger's on the trigger

he loves My brother from another mother sent from the above A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be Even better leavin' niggaz kneelin' on they right knee