Trigger Happy

[Intro]
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A
I'm tellin' you man
Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money
Or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fuckin' dead
You understand what the fuck I'm sayin', A? They're fuckin' dead man
I don't give a fuck about nothin'

[Chorus]
Forty-one my favourite number
Don't ask me why I said that
'Cause if I tell you that
I might just send yo' ass where red at
Nigga wanna say "Come to the loop."
That's where the feds at
They brought a fat-ass, tried to run
That 6-2 knocked his head back [?]
I know you heard about ff, ff
Got hit in the face
That murder gang nigga claiming he was gangster
Told on gang case
Nigga tell him how your partner died
You didn't shoot your gun, you ran away
That goofy nigga brother kicking my ass
I can't even stand straight

[Verse]
Right back to the hood to catch an M
I need some bands to play
A nigga 'tryna buck, then he get bucked
This ain't no tampa bay
I heard they knocked his noodles out his head
I hate they seen his brain [?]
Yeah, this your fat ass brother
Am I rushing, healing up my pain?
If he say he gon' do this and that
I know that nigga lying
If I hop out, better run
This shit official, Call of Duty, aim
It's a war zone in my city, nigga
We ain't playing no shooting game
This switch, beat his ass
Take off my belt, I'm just like Pootie Tang
Say, when I couldn't afford no Shiesty mask
I had to use a shirt
We hop out with them choppers
We'll do anything to get you merked
Trigger finger hit you
Chopper clappin', lay you down at church
And all these niggas know
I'm smoking forty-one, I ain't takin' 'bout Dirk

[Chorus]
Forty-one my favourite number
Don't ask me why I said that
'Cause if I tell you that
I might just send yo' ass where red at
Nigga wanna say "Come to the loop."
That's where the feds at
They brought a fat-ass, tried to run
That 6-2 knocked his head back [?]
I know you heard about ff, ff
Got hit in the face
That murder gang nigga claiming he was gangster
Told on gang case
Nigga tell him how your partner died
You didn't shoot your gun, you ran away
That goofy nigga brother kicking my ass
I can't even stand straight