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(D-Elite.. state naaaame, gangsta!)

Little]
C'mon, Tre' don status, hold my dick
I came in this like it's more than rap (c'mon)
Say ya label push the date back, now what you get
Dog, I'm to destroy the salary cap
The is happy we came six covers, it's covered
That'll last about May, June, well into the
Why talk about colors for various Coupes
Shit green, blue, ooh clever you
Got mami droppin drawers before the first phone
Help me ma, I'll a shot at any one of y'alls
We gangstas, study the "Ten Crack Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we
Lay low good guys, catch you with a I
know why you lie, ya crew ain't like mine
Spit it ooh my, these labels like ooh my

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
[Cha

the C-H-A, say it with me niggaz
Cha Cha Cha, Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggaz rah-rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Such expect five guys, five tecs
Go in depth with the finger next to the index
Make gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n
You can owe 'em and say hi and greet you like "Hey guy"
Whattup Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all all throwin up sevens
we rock hits to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more, we built the
So add a million sold or more is I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and Royce here to restore what we were before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the
The rappers sideline until they buy mine
little guns y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and work the like so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we duke or shoot it out
pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood, we could for the work
For the or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'm a FUCK-in fool, crews DUCK and
Stay in a up mood, one FUCKED up dude
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even
I, be knee-deep in the beats made me
Let you know how many slugs your gut take
a certified gangsta specialize in duct
Show your thug how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn your favorite drug into another drug, cop nigga

5'9"]
(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Jah da 5'9" speak and shake rhyme great, history's
The street gangsta city flow race time
You feel the breeze push past, you get a
Never sign for cash, my hustle's the {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in
Close to the grave I rock, fake shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and hoes
Long nights, bust those in cris'
playin themselves for thinkin we rhyme alike
How you fight me, I'm like ten families strong
gladiator, song navigator
Manipulation by song, to it niggaz
Henny on the toast to the real, in God we trust
Them blocks got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Nix]
Billy Nix, black man is here, listen
Spittin, just to niggaz, X address the
Most niggaz don't see right, see light like darkness
No offense but your slow and dense
No guns in sight, no for the heartless
We run ya mics, you write like retarded
I know my niggaz hearin the D, ya this
Didn't know, you spoke while broke sayin poor
You spoke that which you wrote broke yellin rich
Then Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," play it some
is the evolution of emceein, who dissin us?
Gettin Rah, stick up nigga, me ya listeners
Get a job we here, D-Elite, it
fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street fuck it
X government agent remember yo' name, yo' game
You niggaz be spittin the same, motherfucker

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!