作词 : Green, Turner
**** fiend willy：
Heh heh yeah goddamn it that old gangsta **** right there boy goddamn
**** heh heh
This is **** fiend willy from the last mutha ****in record i want the
Ten piece hey i got me some now i don give a **** but uh huh yeah you
All ain gonna know nothin bout this o.g. ****
Unless you start knowin sumpim about uzi and ****　so uh?
Verse 1: spice 1
Now this 380 was a ***** who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that pimp mr. glock
Now glock had many *****es, he sold ***** by the pound
And *****es jocked his trigga everytime he came around
Big baller, big game shooter until he met that crazy mutha ****a mr.
Ruger
Now ruger was a pimp too, he had his own hoes
Mrs hollow tip and neener who wore hosh clothes
G-string up the ass with the big fat ********
Drinkin that colt 45 cuz she a gangsta *****
I love my neener and my neener loves me mutha ****a think i crazy
Cuz i trigga happy
Chorus in the background:
Trigga happy, trigga happy, trigga happy *****
(repeat 4x)
**** fiend willie:
Heh heh, well goddamn smith-n-wesson, heh heh heh, i got me a colt 45
Back at the mutha ****in house heh heh, yeah i ready to do somethin?with one of these little oloung mutha ****a heh heh yeah, but i
Think maybe a ol? ten piece hook me up mutha ****a i know you got that
****
Yeah mutha ****in **** fiend willie in the house, don give a ****
About no ***** heh　mutha ****a ****.
Verse 2: spice 1
Mr snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And mrs mossberg blowin up his (???)
And the **** it don 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 ***** 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 ***** got a page about
Three feety seven
Gettin paid for the cot, so now he got a deal with that ***** pimp mr
Glock
Chrous in the background:
(repeat 3x)
**** fiend willie:
Yeah yeah i like that new **** boy yeah heh heh　 trigga happy, trigga
Happy heh trigga happy ***** yeah i like that ****.　i bout to go
Over here and talk to these girls over here damn baby what you got on
And ****.
Verse 3: spice 1
Now every ***** wavin peace to the nine
Cuz glock hit the block in a jeep drinkin cheap wine
With his ***** ak drug kingpin gotta find mr technine do his ass in
****** plottin hits plottin schemes but mr technine got an ar-15
An og ***** from the hood got his cash on rollin fly brooms smokin
Chronic to the ****in dome
And mr glock got the word from his people mr technine 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)
**** fiend willie:
(smoking) (coughing) goddamn **** **** yall and your folks got these
Days? that old chronic **** look at that! goddamn boy let me get
Another hit of that **** ( smoking) goddamn (coughing)
You ol?trigga happy mutha ****in youth