Trigga Back lyrics

[Hook] 3x
Move the trigger back
Move the trigger back
Move the trigger back
(Get yo body snatched)

Pull it back, pull it back
Pull it back, pull it back
(Yeah, get yo body snatched)

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
Scarecrow the deadliest form of a predator, bullets will crash in the cantaloupe
When the penalty's punishment there is no hope and my n*gga yo death was the antidote
Kill 'em on row, killin' 'em right away, filling your cap with decay
Blow 'em away, Infamous gettin' ridiculous with a damn butcher knife blade
b*tch I don't play, wanna live another day?
You better get out of my face
What you say? Don't f*ck around and get yo little weak ass caught
Make 'em have to come and trace yo body with some f*cking chalk
Spill yo motherf*ckin' thoughts on the goddamn sidewalk
All them n*ggas that you got and all them guns that you brought
c*ck back the hammer and pop it at random, I'm crashin' the head in with the cannon
f*ck n*ggas I can't stand 'em, (?) god damn 'em
Don't get yo soft ass whacked when Infamous pull that trigga back
I'll beat yo head in flat, snortin' on a railroad track
Havin' a cocaine heart attack, dilated cardiac
Scarecrow, many gun mags, mutilatin' maniac
Trick don't f*ck around get yo damn body snatched
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
West Memphis, East Memphis, dopeboys all around
Wanna get served by the motherf*cking bird mane
Cocaine cowboys leavin' nothing but blood stains
Working ass n*ggas splurge yo money like a big time hustler
Knowin' all the time he ain't sh*t but a undercover
Don't you know the streets talk? Some say that I'm the mane
I don't need that title, I just want the money, f*ck the fame
I work so smart and not so hard like a natural born genius
And if I send some killers at yo (?) n*ggas be gigglish
And if you knock up on my door make sure that you call me first
Cause most of da time we count up money with n*ggas that look like Lurch
From the (?) ain't gon' make us sh*t cause this the truth
I can make a gangsta-horror movie 'bout the sh*t we do
n*ggas call me first penitentiary almost every other day
Ain't no mistakes allowed when I do this sh*t my way, hide yo face

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dirty White]