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

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Cha]

It's the C-H-A, say it with me
Cha Cha Cha, Cha Cha Cha
You lie or deny these niggaz ain't rah-rah
Put the on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
to us not wise, told you how to get live
Such threats expect five guys, five
Go in depth best with the finger to the index
Make they gats all sing in 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 veterans all up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky 'em up to the heavens
Us and crews no more, we built the Rapport
So add a million or more is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
Me and Royce here to restore 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 y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and work the like so (uhh)
it to the gutter, we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you
you to ya hood, we could bang 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 FUCKED up mood, one up dude
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, even sleep
I, be knee-deep in the beats made me
Let you know how fo'-five slugs your gut take
a gangsta specialize in duct tape
Show favorite thug how to be a thug, top that nigga

Turn your favorite drug another drug, cop that nigga

5'9"]
(State naaaame, gangsta!)
Jah da 5'9" speak and shake rhyme great, made
The street gangsta city flow race time
You feel the breeze past, you get a grip
Never sign for cash, my hustle's the shit
game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grave I rock, fake niggaz doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and weed
clothes, on my Bossi, and fine hoes
Long nights, bust those in small
Niggaz playin for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me, I'm ten families strong
gladiator, song navigator
Manipulation by song, relate to it
Henny on the toast to the real, in God we trust
Them whole got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, you're

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

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

(State naaaame, gangsta!)

My God!