Trigga - Tony Yayo

You ever wake up and wanna slit your wrists

Your daughter start acting like that awful bitch

I got the ak-47 tatted on my stomach

If that nigga ratted put 3 in his stomach

In my hood niggas kill for practice

Trap star mutilated money in the mattress 'cause, 'cause

Ain’t no love the trigga ain’t got names

Haze and hennessy wash up all the pain

Homocide wash up all the blood stains

Dead nigga washed up in a new range

I wake up to the new york post

At her sweet 16 a girl shot in her throat

My homie bitten, he a menatnce man from the island

Sins forbidden but the nigga keep wyling

So much weed I wonder who seed is

So much hoes I’m acting conceited