nigga's always talkin greassy and they styll come out//
LIL TIGGS wen i see u on road promise u'll get taken out//
you'l find me in evry corner like stop signs//
wit a packet of walkers crisp and a glokk nine//
i got more gunns then the origanal s.n.m soldiers//
LIL TRIGGS you a aint a bad boy bcz all u do is attempted murders//
and you got beef with who that you need tools
the closest you came too beef was meet loaf//
bold enough too say all south mandem get fukked in the assess//
bodies in bags and......
flowers on caskets....
blood on concrete.....
with fly's and magetts....
i want b!tches too die understand death aint tragic





