[Intro]
Follow me
Yeah
Trigga Tonquez
Loc Saint...
Twisted Insane...
MurdaScriptz...
Eric C the Tempa Tantrum...
Cock back...
[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that automatic Trigger from the state called Tha’Wash
Loc Saint unload your clip tongue flip and let your trigger shoot off
[Verse 1: Loc Saint]
Buckin' and ruckin' to pull it, fuck it we nuck it or bullet
You better be duckin' or you’ll be struck in the gullet when I
Suck in the air and prepare for symbolic, erratic and manic
In a panic, harder than granite and with a
Finger up on the trigger to pick up what I'm packin' and you
Better get 'em up, hit 'em up, wet 'em up
Are you ready for the dump of the rounds? Now spit 'em up
'Bout to go down
Trigga tongue throw down
I'm a K-9 headed for the vein line bit 'em up
Ripple through the body with a riddle that I made up
Riddle with a little venom in 'em get sprayed up
Griddle A plus on the flesh get ya grade up
Trigga (hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes
I swear they can't breathe so I gotta take a second
To reload to wreck it in mega mode before my lungs seize
(Yeah right)
Tap into the bad percent of me
Buckin like an automatic with a static anatomy
In my manic in a panic on a radical battery in a battle with a
Rattle from the tip of the tongue that knows none but
Saddlin' up and spittin' so much rhythm outta me I'm bout to
Scatter my guts and put the mainstream rappers on the
Platter with a side of Adobada and I wanna eat 'em
Up 'cause the tracks are wack and weak as fuck
Set 'em all up, call 'em all out
Raining down upon the game like a nuke with a catastrophic fallout
Then we suited up Loc, Twisted Insane, Murda and Tempa to kick 'em all out
I reloaded my trigga to count the kills
When I'm floating my figures be getting bigger by the thrills
Inside of my mind you'll find Jimmy riggin the wheels
Centered within many of my various skills
Everybody getting chills when I make em all feel
That compatible Hannibal real deal
With the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled
My tongue straight back and started crackin' off steel
I'mma open the lips and load clips that'll get ya focused
To note just how the Loc comes real
Wrote this with a opus come and quote this
Trigga finger itchy so I scratched to kill
Follow me
Yeah
Trigga Tonquez
Loc Saint...
Twisted Insane...
MurdaScriptz...
Eric C the Tempa Tantrum...
Cock back...
[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that automatic Trigger from the state called Tha’Wash
Loc Saint unload your clip tongue flip and let your trigger shoot off
[Verse 1: Loc Saint]
Buckin' and ruckin' to pull it, fuck it we nuck it or bullet
You better be duckin' or you’ll be struck in the gullet when I
Suck in the air and prepare for symbolic, erratic and manic
In a panic, harder than granite and with a
Finger up on the trigger to pick up what I'm packin' and you
Better get 'em up, hit 'em up, wet 'em up
Are you ready for the dump of the rounds? Now spit 'em up
'Bout to go down
Trigga tongue throw down
I'm a K-9 headed for the vein line bit 'em up
Ripple through the body with a riddle that I made up
Riddle with a little venom in 'em get sprayed up
Griddle A plus on the flesh get ya grade up
Trigga (hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes
I swear they can't breathe so I gotta take a second
To reload to wreck it in mega mode before my lungs seize
(Yeah right)
Tap into the bad percent of me
Buckin like an automatic with a static anatomy
In my manic in a panic on a radical battery in a battle with a
Rattle from the tip of the tongue that knows none but
Saddlin' up and spittin' so much rhythm outta me I'm bout to
Scatter my guts and put the mainstream rappers on the
Platter with a side of Adobada and I wanna eat 'em
Up 'cause the tracks are wack and weak as fuck
Set 'em all up, call 'em all out
Raining down upon the game like a nuke with a catastrophic fallout
Then we suited up Loc, Twisted Insane, Murda and Tempa to kick 'em all out
I reloaded my trigga to count the kills
When I'm floating my figures be getting bigger by the thrills
Inside of my mind you'll find Jimmy riggin the wheels
Centered within many of my various skills
Everybody getting chills when I make em all feel
That compatible Hannibal real deal
With the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled
My tongue straight back and started crackin' off steel
I'mma open the lips and load clips that'll get ya focused
To note just how the Loc comes real
Wrote this with a opus come and quote this
Trigga finger itchy so I scratched to kill
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