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

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
[Cha

It's the C-H-A, say it with me
Cha Cha Cha, Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or these niggaz ain't 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 threats expect five guys, five
Go in depth best the finger next to the index
Make they gats all sing in unison like a
They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or
You can owe 'em and say hi and they you like "Hey guy"
Whattup though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut
My brethrens all all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw 'em up to the
Us and crews no more, we built the Rapport
So add a sold or more is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and here to restore what we were buildin before

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

Throat]
Cut Throat, the livin threat shit the blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they buy
Them little guns blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and the scale 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 bang for the
For the buildings or the do the thang to the dirt
I'm a FUCK-in fool, crews and move
Stay in a up mood, one FUCKED up dude
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even
I, be in the beats that made me
Let you know how many slugs your gut take
a certified gangsta specialize in tape
Show your thug how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn your favorite into another drug, cop that nigga

5'9"]
(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Jah da 5'9" speak and shake great, history's made
The street gangsta city flow against time
You feel the breeze push past, you get a
sign for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
Millennium game, earth tone it in range
Close to the I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and hoes
nights, bust those in small cris'
Niggaz themselves for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me, I'm ten families strong
gladiator, song navigator
Manipulation by song, to it niggaz
Henny on the rocks toast to the real, in God we
whole blocks got a story to tell
All of a sudden change, you're welcome

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!