My Lord my Trigger-dk.

How many more to go
'til this bitch blows
how many more motherfucka
we been blazing those bullets.

We methodical, real clean n quick
no fucking around; sipping on that
real shit: easy nigga,
hit them streets. ------ real silent 'n shit.

Another trigger off the pull; yeah we drew
'n he put me through that table
lined me up with that burning thumb
we're through hell brotha

And we got ourselves a gun. - squeeze it slowly now.. Easy now.?
Yeah we've fallen, but fuuckin oath we've
RISEN. again we go real easy!

Still rollin, slayers of that n
murderers of that b
and masters of that k.
Apologise for fuckin nil, atop a hill!

Now pull yourself up a squeeze and take
yourself a seat, sit aside me and look in
you've seen, I hav' financial beneficiaries.
And yet still we roll easily.. Real easy shit.

Hit it, squeeze, I'm down on bended knee, there's that man from Harlem aka

Galilee