State ya name gangsta!
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[Tre' Little]
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Tre' Little don status hold my dick
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Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get
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I came in this game like it's more than rap
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Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the salary cap
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The Source is happy we came six covers its covered
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That'll last about May, June well into the summer
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Why talk about different colors for various coupes
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Shit green fart Blue, oooh clever you
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Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of y'all
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Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call
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We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
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Stay big worship Hail Mary that's how we live
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Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
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Ya crew aint quite like mine
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Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my
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State ya name gangsta!
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[Cha Cha]
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Its the C-H-A, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha Cha
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Y'all Cha Cha Cha
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You cannot lie or deny these niggas aint rah rah
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Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
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Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
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Go in depth best with the finger next to the index
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Such threats expect five guys, five techs
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Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
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They don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
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You can owe em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey Guy"
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What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
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My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
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When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
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Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor
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Me and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin before
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So add a million sold or more when I get at you whores
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State ya name gangsta!
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[Cut Throat]
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Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint
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The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down
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Them little guns y'all blow I stay on the low
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Rap like this and work the scale like "So"
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Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
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Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
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Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
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For the building or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
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I'ma FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move
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Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up dude
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When its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even sleep
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I be knee deep in the beats that made me
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Certified gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
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Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
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Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
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Turn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)
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State ya name gangsta!
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[Jah 5'9]
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Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history made
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The street gangsta city flow race against time
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Never sign for cash my hustles the shit
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You feel the breeze push past you get a grip
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Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range
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Close to the grey I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us
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Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
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Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
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Long nights bust those in small Christ
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Niggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
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How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
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Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
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Henny on the rocks toast to the real in God we trust
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Calm gladiator song navigator
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Them whole blocks gotta story tell
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All of a sudden seasons change, your welcome
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State ya name gangsta!
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[Billie Nix]
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Billie Nix black man is here listen close
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Spittin just to niggas, X address the niggas
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Most niggas don't see right see light like its darkness
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No guns in sight no might for the heartless
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We run ya mics you write like you retarded
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No offense but ya flow is slow and dense
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I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin this
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You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
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Didn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
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Then biggie up kick in the door play it some more
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This is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?
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Gettin Rah stick up nigga hand me ya listeners
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Get a job we here D-Elite touch it
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Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it
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X government agent remember yo name
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Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fucka
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State ya name, gangsta!
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My God!
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