Lyrics D-Elite, Part 1 - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
State
ya
name
gangsta!
[Tre'
Little]Tre'
Little
don
status
hold
my
dick
Say
ya
label
push
the
date
back
now
that's
what
you
get
I
came
in
this
game
like
it's
more
than
rap
Dog,
I'm
tryin'
to
destroy
the
salary
cap
The
Source
is
happy
we
came
six
covers
its
covered
That'll
last
about
May,
June
well
into
the
summer
Why
talk
about
different
colors
for
various
coupes
Shit
green
fart
Blue,
oooh
clever
you
Help
me
ma'
I'll
take
a
shot
at
any
one
of
y'all
Got
mami
droppin'
draws
before
the
first
phone
call
We
some
gangstas
study
the
ten
crack
commandments
Stay
big
worship
Hail
Mary
that's
how
we
live
Lay
low
good
guys
catch
you
with
a
hook
I,
know
why
you
lie
Ya
crew
aint
quite
like
mine
Spit
it
like
ooh
my,
these
labels
like
ooh
my
State
ya
name
gangsta!
[Cha
Cha]Its
the
C-H-A,
say
it
wit
me
niggas
Cha
Cha
Cha
Y'all
Cha
Cha
Cha
You
cannot
lie
or
deny
these
niggas
aint
rah
rah
Put
the
barrel
on
the
bridge
of
your
nose
and
turn
you
cock-eyed
Steppin
to
us
not
wise,
told
you
how
to
get
live
Go
in
depth
best
with
the
finger
next
to
the
index
Such
threats
expect
five
guys,
five
techs
Make
they
gats
all
sing
in
unison
like
a
quintet
They
don't
say
whodi,
son,
dun,
or
youngn
You
can
owe
em
and
say
hi
and
they
greet
you
like
"Hey
Guy"
What
up
though
Nickel,
Jah,
Tre',
X,
and
Cut
Throat
My
brethrens
all
veterans
all
throwin
up
sevens
When
we
rock
hits
to
the
sky
throw
em
up
to
the
heavens
Us
and
crews
clash
no
more
we
built
it
from
poor
Me
and
Royce
hit
and
restore
what
we
were
buildin
before
So
add
a
million
sold
or
more
when
I
get
at
you
whores
State
ya
name
gangsta!
[Cut
Throat]Cut
Throat
the
living
threat
street
shit
to
blueprint
The
guideline
rappers
sideline
until
they
bow
down
Them
little
guns
y'all
blow
I
stay
on
the
low
Rap
like
this
and
work
the
scale
like
"So"
Take
it
to
the
gutter
we
could
duke
or
shoot
it
out
Switchblades
pump
gauge,
whatever
you
about
Burn
you
to
ya
hood
we
could
bang
for
the
work
For
the
building
or
the
blocks
do
the
thang
to
the
dirt
I'ma
FUCK-in
fool
crews
DUCK
and
move
Stay
in
a
FUCKED
up
mood
one
FUCKED
up
dude
When
its
hot
I,
breathe
in
the
heat
don't
even
sleep
I
be
knee
deep
in
the
beats
that
made
me
Certified
gangsta
specialize
in
Duct
Tape
Let
you
know
how
many
fo'
five
slugs
ya
gut
take
Show
ya
favorite
thug
how
to
be
a
thug,
top
that
(NIGGA!)
Turn
ya
favorite
drug
into
another
drug,
cop
that
(NIGGA!)
State
ya
name
gangsta!
[Jah
5'9]Jah
da
5'9
speak
and
shake
rhyme
great
history
made
The
street
gangsta
city
flow
race
against
time
Never
sign
for
cash
my
hustles
the
shit
You
feel
the
breeze
push
past
you
get
a
grip
Millennium
game,
earth
tone
keep
it
in
range
Close
to
the
grey
I
rock
fake
niggas
shouldn't
doubt
us
Surrounded
by
crooks,
full
clips
and
fine
weed
Choice
clothes
my
mind
blocked
seein
fine
foes
Long
nights
bust
those
in
small
Christ
Niggaz
playin
themselves
just
thinkin
we
rhyme
alike
How
would
you
fight
me
I'm
like
ten
families
strong
Manipulation
by
song
relate
to
it
niggas
Henny
on
the
rocks
toast
to
the
real
in
God
we
trust
Calm
gladiator
song
navigator
Them
whole
blocks
gotta
story
tell
All
of
a
sudden
seasons
change,
your
welcome
State
ya
name
gangsta!
[Billie
Nix]Billie
Nix
black
man
is
here
listen
close
Spittin
just
to
niggas,
X
address
the
niggas
Most
niggas
don't
see
right
see
light
like
its
darkness
No
guns
in
sight
no
might
for
the
heartless
We
run
ya
mics
you
write
like
you
retarded
No
offense
but
ya
flow
is
slow
and
dense
I
know
my
niggas
hearin
the
D
ya
smellin
this
You
smoke
that
what
you
wrote
while
broke,
yellin
rich
Didn't
know
you
shoulda
spoke
while
broke
sayin
poor
Then
biggie
up
kick
in
the
door
play
it
some
more
This
is
the
evolution
of
emcee
who
dissin
us?
Gettin
Rah
stick
up
nigga
hand
me
ya
listeners
Get
a
job
we
here
D-Elite
touch
it
Matter
fact,
niggas
is
wack,
wall
street
fuck
it
X
government
agent
remember
yo
name
Remember
yo
game
you
niggas
wont
be
spittin
the
same,
motha
fucka
State
ya
name,
gangsta!
My
God!
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