J-Scrilla - Trigger Talk lyrics

[Intro] Ease off the trigger talk, you ain't k**ing sh** [Verse One] Bloodsport You wanna n***a play predator and hunt a n***a You gonna k** who, n***a? I will k** you Easy to be brave from a distance, p**y Rule number one better be busting your gun Call my name and I'mma stand still And wait for the aggressor, I'm better under pressure Approach the perimeter, you maggot dinner Yeah you f**ing with the world's top sinner, Bloodsport I broke every commandment except one I honoured my mother, protected her with a gun I plays no games, the Uzi is sprayed Your brains, just think of a head like a sprinkler You can threaten me and Reef if you want to Hunter becomes the hunted, the lions'll hunt you You n***a talk trigger talk, sh** ain't real And you ain't k**ing sh** cause you don't clap steel f*ggot [Hook] Trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk You ain't k**ing sh** Trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk Ease off the trigger talk You ain't k**ing sh** [Verse Two] Reef the Lost Cauze Yo k** the trigger talk and the gun jab Here's a fun fact, if I see you you'd run laps Like a trackstar, peel off like Nascar Me and Bloodsport the hood version of Blackstar Break your arm, break it again before the cast's off You're some kind of genius, do you work for NASA? It's not rocket science, I have the foulest tyrant Crying, screaming, please stop the violence Won't win, me and Sport hunting you down like that bull in No Country For Old Men With that big thing stop talking sh** man Get your sh** maimed when I click bang sh** change in a split frame You go from cool to sh** stains walking with canes It's insane to keep on fronting like you busting You f**er, you ain't hurting nothing [Hook] [Verse Three] Yo I see it in your eyes, you wouldn't hurt a fly And if I heard any different then I heard a lie You ain't a thug, you're more like burger fries Mop up the floor flunky, I swear to God I hope you die I poke your eye with a blade that's jagged Somebody better save this f*ggot cause I swear I'll trash him Put him in gutters, it's Guns and bu*ter Lost Cauze, Bloodsport, now you're all gonna suffer Trust us, we leave you on crutches for that tough act Send shots your way, you won't bust back (nah never) You'll just duck that, run away, my homies be like f** rap, f** that Don't think you should rap, you're too f**ing special Man somebody gonna test you, yeah somebody gonna check you Watch what you say homie, I will catch you And if not my n***a Sport won't miss you [Hook]