Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Liquor, Niggas, n' Triggas, artist - DJ King AssassinDate of issue: 15.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Liquor, Niggas, n' Triggas |
| Nigga recognize I’m that motherfuckin locc |
| 08 drinkin got me high givin head to my 44 |
| They can’t blame me for the actions |
| I take in a sicc state of mind as I premedi-tiz-ate |
| Fifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifies |
| Every swig a nigga takes crazy thoughts intensifies |
| I’m ready to ride, I’m Mr. Hyde murderin Dr. Jeckyl |
| You aint funkin wit a pyscho no more |
| X-loc is goin cleptomaniac, stealin’yo’life |
| cayse I gives a fuck about ya That’s why I’m using that 44 to blow them brains up out cha |
| Dumb shit green shit hitting the concrete |
| Youse a victim of me on inez street |
| I shoot you in the head and let that ass decay |
| You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray |
| You niggaz can’t deal wit a fool thats full of that 08 liquor shit |
| I’m runnin around town wit a bad ass attitude and two extra clips |
| With a 44 automatic nigga you know you gotta duck |
| Either that or be another victim of a motherfuckin slaughter |
| Best for the hoe the 44 magnum got me stressin |
| My mind was tellin me no but the 40 ounce kept tellin me yes |
| He had on a vest, but I still managed to leave that ass for dead |
| Cuz there ain’t one motherfucker in the whole wide world |
| with a bullet proof forehead |
| So when you see me swiggin that 08 liquor hold your breath |
| I’m slammin the bottle upside your dome when ain’t none left |
| Chorus: |
| Cause I don’t love you hoes, I don’t love you niggaz |
| All I’m givin a fuck is about my liquor and my triggas |
| When I’m off that OE, when I’m off that OE |
| Lo better watch your back for nervous mo For really though really though |
| I’m sewing up slube eating up drinking your blood like liquor |
| Its all because I’m givin a fuck and I got no love for you niggas |
| I’m leavin up outta the house |
| when it’s time to ride and create some death |
| Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain’t enough left |
| for me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker resting in peace |
| I love my homies and G’s, but it’s EBK when the trigger released |
| For those who don’t know, it’s EveryBody Killa, step on back |
| Ain’t no time tryin to be chhosy when I’m fucked up, pullin the cap |
| And the reason, a murder’s good enough to put these hot ones on ya Nigga run on up go ahead you can be a victim if you wanna |
| Aint no thing to me we can do it any way you want a do it |
| It’ll hurt you more than it’ll hurt me when I put these bullets to it Blow them brains up out you wit a 44 caliber magnum crom |
| Only thing that’s at the scene |
| is a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors gone |
| They looking for a motherfucker but fool they’ll never find a locc |
| You get in the shower I’m ass naked right behind your door |
| Sicc like Norman Bates, I’m murdering like a motherfuck |
| Wit a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one fool up and down the trunk |
| Like Jimmy Jones, David Koresh |
| I’m having these fools strapped, drinking cyanide |
| They burning themselves up trying to get the fuck away from the X but ain’t nowhere to hide |
| Let me play that Jack Kevorkian, I’m Dr. Death, assisting a suicide |
| When I put in my clip I caulk it back it goes clack clack |
| That’s one in the chamba (chamber) |
| one for your nuts and one for your bitch’s cat |
| I swig my 40 and fool I ain’t pouring out not one drop |
| Straight sicc in the dome, I thought you knew |
| My nigga that’s on the blocc |
| When I die its time to put atop my let my homies do it They could pump me up with the O8 (yodda) instead of embalmin fluid |
| And when you barry me put a 40 and a gun in the casket with me So I can be buzzin when my cousins come to hell to get me Im giving up nothing steady be bustin caps all over the place |
| I got the Devil so high he told me to get the fuck out of his face |
| So now Im back and ready to motivate this old shit |
| Beat judicisim locc up because I cut off dicks like a circumsisim |
| I pick up the 4−0, mo’goes down my throat and hits my tonsils |
| I look up to throw up the blocc |
| I’m to’up and can’t be held responsible |
| Three strikes giving up life for traffic tickets and petty shit |
| So I’m going out making everybody going look like that spaghetti shit |
| Stay out my way unless you to get your life took |
| Motherfuck your little hit list, I got a big ass hit book |
| But that cereal murdering 44 magnum |
| will take him off the street and put him in a grave |
| with a whole in his head which is made with the reefer system it is And I’m that one drunk motherfucker thats at your funeral home |
| Sicc with death and taking that eightball piss all over your gravestone |
| So when you see me swiggin that 0 8 liquor hold your breath |
| I’m slammin the bottle upside your dome when ain’t none left, 'cuz |