Finga on tha Trigga

Lyrics

[Chorus: ?] Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya [?] Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya [?] Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face [Verse: Cursed] Got ma 9 on ma mothafuckin side When I slide, niggas gonna duck n hide From tha corner to yo house to tha porch, do a drive-by Dressed in all black, say goodbye when I ride Buckshot to ya dome, Got my chrome .44 Don't step to ma town if you don't want a hole Through yo chest, burning flesh Never roll when the best concept With a flex, who tha best? Fuck tha rest Mothafuckas won't test to a nigga from tha west I'm a product of a god, nothing neva less I'm straight creepin out tha kut, smoke a blunt Talkin shit? Oh, you don't know what's up With tha set, you get wet When I'm killin like a psychopath Feel tha wrath, if you steppin in ma path It's a butcher, a bloodbath, feel tha blast You get laced, leave a bloody trace When I'm straight aimin fo yo face [Chorus: ?] Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya [?] Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya [?] Fi-fi-finga on the trigga, aimin' for ya face [Outro: Cursed] Yeah, DJ-j T, Cursed, Sixset open this bitch, if you dont know now you know motherfucker, [?]