Heh Heh Yeah goddamn it?s that old gangsta shit right there boy goddamn
 shit heh heh
 this is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mutha fuckin record I want the
 ten piece hey I got me some now I don?t give a fuck but uh huh yeah you
 all ain?t gonna know nothin bout this O.G. shit
 unless you start knowin sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?

 Verse 1: Spice 1

 Now this 380 was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
 she lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp Mr. Glock
 now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
 and bitches jocked his trigga everytime he came around
 Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha fucka Mr.
 Ruger
 Now ruger was a pimp too, He had his own hoes
 Mrs Hollow Tip and Neener who wore ho?ish clothes
 G-string up the ass with the big fat clitoris
 drinkin that Colt 45 cuz she?s a gangsta bitch
 I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha fucka?s think I?m crazy
 cuz I?m trigga happy

 Chorus in the background:

 Trigga happy, Trigga happy, Trigga happy nigga
 (repeat 4X)

 Dope Fiend Willie:

 heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, I got me a colt 45
 back at the mutha fuckin house heh heh, yeah I?m ready to do somethin?
 with one of these little ol?young mutha fucka?s heh heh yeah, but I
 think maybe a ol? ten piece hook me up mutha fucka I know you got that
 shit
 yeah mutha fuckin Dope Fiend Willie in the house, don?t give a fuck
 about no nigga heh mutha fucka shit.

 Verse 2: Spice 1

 Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
 And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his (???)
 And the shit it don?t be gettin no better, you gotta watch for that
 crooked ass cop Officer Beretta
 Put your ass in a sling, check out that skinny ass bitch deuce deuce
 thinking she miss thing
 and Mr tech nine lookin for some convo and he jammed and stuttered when
 he could had a hoe
 But he still knockin boots from hell to heaven nigga got a page about
 three feety seven
 gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that bitch?s pimp mr
 glock

 Chrous in the background:
 (Repeat 3X)

 Dope Fiend Willie:

 yeah yeah I like that new shit boy yeah heh heh trigga happy, trigga
 happy HEH trigga happy nigga Yeah I like that shit. I?m bout to go
 over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you got on
 and shit.


 Verse 3: Spice 1

 Now every nigga?s wavin peace to the nine
 cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine
 with his nigga AK drug kingpin gotta find Mr Technine do his ass in
 Niggas plottin hits plottin schemes but Mr Technine?s got an AR-15
 An OG nigga from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin
 chronic to the fuckin dome
 and Mr Glock got the word from his people Mr Technine?s havin a party
 at the Desert Eagle
 So right in front of the club when he checked his beeper
 Technine blasted his ass with the street sweeper

 Chorus in the background:
 (repeat 4X)

 Dope Fiend Willie:

 (Smoking) (coughing) goddamn shit fuck yall and your folks got these
 days? That old chronic shit look at that! Goddamn boy let me get
 another hit of that shit ( smoking) goddamn (coughing)
 You ol? trigga happy mutha fuckin youth