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Trigger Point The Color Of Real

see the light ­ like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold world ­ the war that's controlled by the trigger

kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough" I said nigga I did the bid wit' ya Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers

crew gonna have a little fun I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical - I start the five-point-oh There they go - drive real

the trap like to stack the dough When beef come around can't let it go When my funds turn legit, I'm gonna let you know Ridin' rims real good down Old

goes on but real players know It's the town of the dank point of fat 20 sacks the town where the motherfuckers made the mack 'cause it's the Eastside 'cause only real

purple instead of chocolate Stay from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip And I'm a stay on the corner like stop signs With a pack of them creamy colored

Catch me trafficin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point

slugs Catch me trafficin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point

Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger