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letra de trigga happy nigga (gb version) - geto boys

[intro]
today’s special, is geto dope, processed in 5th ward texas
we sell so much of dis, until they wanna know what we put in it
okay, i’mma share this recipe with y’all
hey john (whattup?) give me an ounce of that ether 5th ward b-ss
yeah, aww yeah, yeah, yo doug!
give me a half a ki’ of uncut drums
aww yeah~! f-ck yeah – say red!
give me a pound of them h-rns with red hot s-ss in ’em
yeah, aww yeah, yeah! aww yeah, say fellas!
give me a ton of everything
and cut it with the trigga happy, motherf-ckin, geto boys!

[bushwick bill]
we needed money; so i robbed a liquor store
down on your knees you hesitate i kick the wh0r-
wanted for the bad, b-tch i go for broke
pull out a 9, think it’s a game, she said nope
out comes the manager must have thought i was bluffin him
he knew i was serious saw the heat when i busted him
c’mon 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 lucky you ain’t a ho or i’d be rockin ya
she let down her hair pulled up her skirt and said what’s stoppin ya
b-tch you might mistake me for a lolligag
but if i get in that -ss they’ll haul me off in a bodybag
give me the money i’m tired of the waitin 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 nail a cap in your -ss
i got all their money let ’em live how you figure?
i’ll forever be a trigga happy n-gga

{-scarface samples: “don’t f-ck with me!” “you die motherf-cker!”-}

[willie d]
doin crime in h-town in my prime
robbed the same motherf-ckers four or five 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 crimin 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 in case
a clue led the motherf-ckers to my place
i grabbed a bib, cleaned my popper
and what did i hear? a god d-mn chopper
d-mn! ain’t this a b-tch?
the motherf-cker musta snitched
i thought about puttin some heads to bed
but i played to stay instead
surrendered, the last day of november
made bond the first day of december
promised myself when i see that snitch
i’d k!ll that son of a b-tch
went scr-p to slay everyday
i just couldn’t, put the f-ckin’ gun away
wait a minute, i’m full of those 40’s
caught his -ss slippin at a block party
k!lled the motherf-cker as he said “d, please!”
put holes in his -ss like rat cheese
squash that sh-t, how you figure?
i’ll forever be a trigga happy n-gga

{-“you die motherf-cker!”-}
{-“shay h-llo to my lil’ friend!” “don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t-don’t f-ck with me!”-}
{-“don’t f-ck with me!” “ay you stupid f-ck!”-}
{-“you die motherf-cker!” “shay h-llo to my lil’ friend!”-}
{-“i take you all to f-ckin h-ll”-}
{-“don’t f-ck with me!” “you stupid f-ck!”-}

[scarface]
poison my corner, tryin to run a gang game
sellin that phony sh-t, it’s white but it ain’t ‘caine
some stupid motherf-cker said i owed him
i ain’t payin a motherf-cker i don’t play and i showed him
that if you come and f-ck me with that bullsh-t
your card is filed and you die when i pull it
cause life is a gamble when you f-ck with a pyscho
no pity on another, it’s a game it’s how life goes
i’m hip to all the tricks of the trade
k!llin and stealin and gankin n-ggas to get paid
but this time, you bullsh-tted the bullsh-tter
and found out that i’m a trigga happy n-gga

{-“don’t-don’t-don’t f-ck with me!”-}
{-“you stupid f-ck!”-}
{-“you die motherf-cker!” “shay h-llo to my lil’ friend!”-}
{-“i take you all to f-ckin h-ll”-}
{-“don’t f-ck with me!”-}

- geto boys

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