Triggnomm - No Tomorrow lyrics

[Intro: Trigg'nomm] Hmm, yeah, check it out [Trigg'nomm] Directified, punk n***as need to step aside I keep it gangstafied, me and my nine can't wait to slide Bulletproof nowadays, to ease the pain f** fame, a n***a still feel reign b**hes the same, sneak to keep a new game Ain't nothin' changed, if it ain't one thing It be a muthaf**in' 'nother, word mother to the other Peace to Guinea Kim, big brother Little talkin', ain't nothin' sweet, I peep the skittle talk And play around, you lay around, with your fiddle talkin' Danger, I be that n***a labeled as a stranger With four limbs string, f** your Power Ranger f** hockey, n***a, them crackers can't stop me I set 'em up and wet 'em up, somethin' sloppy f** a b**h, just like a snitch, sugar stitch An only switch, is that a snitch, hig and ditch So f** a snitcher, dime drop 'em, we gotta stop 'em Glock 'em, pop 'em, block boot knock 'em E.D.A.D., n***a don't play me I change the pace with the flash of my waist I'm peelin' out, I'm bustin' off or get the illin' out Bullets keep the spillin' out, to feel 'em what I'm feelin' out Horror, I bet the sun is shine tomorrow I hate the bottle, like there's no tomorrow [Chorus 2X: Trigg'nomm] I think about tomorrow, to wanna hit the bottle To k** all my sorrow, hit your day away I got to stay away, all lay, lay away I love you, tomorrow, your just a day away [Trigg'nomm] The slang spitter, b**h gritter, money getter n***as is funny with the money, meet the pistol whipper Rotten apple rappin', I pull my gat and just started clappin' That's how it happen, stop askin' me what happened Your noisy a**, actin' like Josie and the p**y-a** Kick a** for the cats, quick to click for the cash Where I'm from, the sun don't shine, the rain don't stop Cops totin' Glocks, yet they still gettin' shot n***as is snakin', filthy and in this lab of bakin' Cab dollar makin', never fake it, three to the mind It's swine, like wine I get better with time Gots to approx' mine, so no man can stop you Untouchable, or edable, gat totin' vet I make your set wetable, check my weather crew d**h to any, I k**s for my pennies A body for my dollars, make cents, I'm convinced To kidnap you, gat smack you, gun slap you A.K.A. the Coney Island Gangsta Rapper Feelin' when I'm chillin', my blunt, my bottle And I'mma hit that sh** like it's no tomorrow [Chorus 2X] [Trigg'nomm] For days and days with the sh** that pays Black bust back n***a, you just got grays Warfare gorilla style, bodies by the pounds n***as you never know me if you don't know me by now Testin' my strength, I'mma flex full length And at the same time, get paid like Johnny Kemp It's Friday night, I'm camouflaged at the party To drinkin' some Bacardi, I'm about to catch a body The forecast was foggy, like walk on the green I pull my machine, get the money, the CREAM Criminals got to eat, need my minerals Times are pitiful, I got to live critical Year of the nine, yo, what's up with these? Year of the nine, yo, what's up with these? Those that act bold, I'm back to unfold Smack you with that bottle of Old Gold, I stoled your lust I'm quick to bust, hit the dust Skulls'll get crushed, n***as k** that fuss I'm out the jungle, like tees and a gat, man Original black man from Coney to Islam [Chorus 2X]