Give'em the Finger (Feat. Smallworld) - Bowboa

Hit me where it hurts the most Throw your stones You'll be looking at the finger Stick it where the sun don't shine I got no time I'll be staring in the mirror You're a neat freak You stay within the lines And I'm a cannonball A rebel of the times Eyes on my body, I'm calling the shots You say you don't want me I'm already gone Hit me where it hurts the most Throw your stones You'll be looking at the finger Stick it where the sun don't shine I got no time I'll be staring in the mirror 'Cause I don't follow, I'm a fighter Line up and we'll knock you down A prima donna, I bring the drama Stand up and I'll show you how Hit me where it hurts the most Throw your stones You'll be looking at the finger Stick it where the sun don't shine I got no time I'll be staring in the mirror 'Cause I don't follow, I'm a fighter Line up and we'll knock you down A prima donna, I bring the drama Stand up and I'll show you how Like a phoenix High above the flames (high above the flames) yeah Get your punches in (mm-mm) I'm ready for your game Scars on my body Got a smile on my face You think you can hurt me You've just been replaced Whoa, hit me where it hurts the most Throw your stones You'll be looking at the finger Stick it where the sun don't shine I got no time I'll be staring in the mirror 'Cause I don't follow, I'm a fighter Line up and we'll knock you down A prima donna, I bring the drama Stand up and I'll show you how Hit me where it hurts the most Throw your stones You'll be looking at the finger Stick it where the sun don't shine I got no time I'll be staring in the mirror 'Cause I don't follow, I'm a fighter Line up and we'll knock you down A prima donna, I bring the drama Stand up and I'll show you how

Now, one of the services you provide is giving them something to talk about. Let 'em talk. It makes 'em happy, it makes 'em feel good. They don't believe half the shit they say. People wanna talk. Yeah, it's fun to talk Hate to be the bearer of bad news But I can't move with too many rap dudes I respect dudes from my double M crew But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such Cash rule for some, got room for none Can't fool with niggas who put the rumors up Wanted to quit, rap music sucks But couldn't run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I trust And that's sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck You grindin' hot, they wanna be cool with yah They're like consignment shops, they're old news to us Society, I trip 'em Aye well look now I got to be the realest Aye well look now Society, I trip 'em Aye well look now Should follow no nigga Just the god inside of my mirror Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone (aye well look now) Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone Fuck you, leave me alone Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin' else Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and thru Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they perspired me to Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me now? Miscarried my first child, ain't finna come out Fuck the therapy route, where the syrup and loud? Blue 30 come around, there's the smile Opiated, could show up later with more elation All my bitches say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper" Try to be with the people, see what I'm fightin' Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas Yeah, life a gamble anyway jo Pop a perc, I could merk through the pain though Mind bills pilin' up, drop a single Thrill's all gone when that mothafuckin' fame go Ever seen a mix J Cole and Django? Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't though Black bitches say my shit is so graceful White bitches barely know me up in Graystone

I go down fighting, thunder, lightning As the final curtain falls Although enlightening, the conclusion's frightening You have me by the balls No escape, no hand of fate As the end comes into view Oblivion calling, no sense stalling And now I know it's all because of you You got your finger on the trigger You got your hand upon the gun You know this thing is getting bigger We got a good thing going on The bullet bitten, my tombstone's written Now you're changing every line Your aim is true through cold steel blue And you're waiting for the sign Don't think twice, cold as ice Forced to face your fear Each tortured minute, no future in it And now I know it's all because of you You got your finger on the trigger You got your hand upon the gun You know this thing is getting bigger We had a good thing going on You got your finger on the trigger You got your hand upon the gun You know this thing is getting bigger We got a good thing going on Just where you been, girl, black as sin, girl With your smoking 45 Take it further, scream blue murder And to hell with keep it live No regrets, last cigarettes Or promise to be true One last kiss, remember this And now I know it's all because of you You got your finger on the trigger You got your hand upon the gun You know this thing is getting bigger We had a good thing going on You got your finger on the trigger You got your hand upon the gun You know this thing is getting bigger We had a good thing going on You got your finger on the trigger You know this thing is getting bigger You got your finger on the trigger You know this thing is getting bigger