Dope Fiend Willy:



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