Fingers Triggers

Fingers Triggers

Fingers Triggers started as a song called “When Will They Shoot?” The lyrics are basically the same though edited down with some of the preaching removed. The beat was originally a sample of Miles Davis ‘Run The Vodoo Down’ and 2 drum loops. My partner in crime Mr Jonzon HATED the drum loops with a passion. Rather than a drum loop, he programmed some drums. I took out the Miles Davis and added some future key sounds. A loop ( I will never tell where the loop came from) brought it all together. The hook was supposed to be a Heavy Mojo song but never was recorded. I let Will super dope video director hear the song and he had some ideas and well, here you have ‘Fingers Triggers’





I watched him die slow cause the po po don’t show

When a 44 blow off in the ghetto

Dirty deeds cause dudes to squeeze and let go

Mama on her knees screaming please lord no

He used act hard in his mama yard

Off boulevard showing bullet scars off to boards

Coast in stolen cars boast of broken laws

Blows leave foes with swollen jaws

Promise mama change change never came

Expelled bullets shell removed the remains of his brain

Family in mourning early Sunday morning

Pastor in the pulpit who answers for this bull ****



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See the world turning and it don’t stop

Gum getting to burning then come plots

Words got exchanged heard they pop thangs

Hole in your soul and a drop top (mu) stang

Taped off crime scenes paid off cop schemes

Earth angels give birth with dirty wings

Dudes get tattoos they hate he passed on

We all boo hoo that blues don’t last long

Friends talk revenge say the payback that strong

A man pulls chrome over land he don’t own

Throw the pain elders remain to pray and stay strong

At the church house yapping about come on home



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Like the beat to the drum in the streets they come

Dum dums look to cook beef that’s never done

To prove where they from cats pull gats from fun

Another mother shutters at the cost of a lost son

They laughing bullets travelling like a javelin

Thru the sky oh my (where my money) not again

Little old lady in the kitchen cooking chicken

Nine started clicking shells started hitting

Fell to her side can’t revive her vitals

In cross fire 2 rivals strive for titles

Thou shall not worship false idols

Like jesus to judas it’s a vicious cycle



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Written by S Stone, L Tanner, E Johnson, H Perry