paroles de chanson State Your Name - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
(D-Elite.
state
your
naaaame,
gangsta!)
[Tre'
Little]
C'mon,
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
(c'mon)
Dog,
I'm
tryin
to
destroy
the
salary
cap
The
Source
is
happy
we
came
six
covers,
it's
covered
That'll
last
about
May,
June,
well
into
the
summer
Why
talk
about
different
colors
for
various
Coupes
Shit
green,
fart
blue,
ooh
clever
you
Help
me
ma,
I'll
take
a
shot
at
any
one
of
y'alls
Got
mami
droppin
drawers
before
the
first
phone
call
We
some
gangstas,
study
the
"Ten
Crack
Commandments"
Stay
+Big+,
and
worship
"Hail
Mary",
that's
how
we
live
Lay
low
good
guys,
catch
you
with
a
hook
I
Know
why
you
lie,
ya
crew
ain't
quite
like
mine
Spit
it
like
ooh
my,
these
labels
like
ooh
my
(State
your
naaaame,
gangsta!)
[Cha
Cha]
It's
the
C-H-A,
say
it
with
me
niggaz
Cha
Cha
Cha,
y'all
Cha
Cha
Cha
You
cannot
lie
or
deny
these
niggaz
ain't
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
tecs
Make
they
gats
all
sing
in
unison
like
a
quintet
They
don't
say
whodi,
son,
dunn,
or
young'n
You
can
owe
'em
and
say
hi
and
they
greet
you
like
"Hey
guy"
Whattup
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
the
Rapport
Me
and
Royce
here
to
restore
what
we
were
buildin
before
So
add
a
million
sold
or
more
is
when
I
get
at
you
whores,
uh-huh
(State
your
naaaame,
gangsta!)
[Cut
Throat]
Cut
Throat,
the
livin
threat
street
shit
the
blueprint
The
guideline
rappers
sideline
until
they
buy
mine
Them
little
guns
y'all
blow,
I
stay
on
the
low
(uhh)
Rap
like
this
and
work
the
scale
like
so
(uhh)
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
buildings
or
the
blocks
do
the
thang
to
the
dirt
I'm
a
FUCK-in
fool,
crews
DUCK
and
move
Stay
in
a
FUCKED
up
mood,
one
FUCKED
up
dude
When
it's
hot
I,
breathe
in
the
heat,
don't
even
sleep
I,
be
knee-deep
in
the
beats
that
made
me
A
certified
gangsta
specialize
in
duct
tape
Let
you
know
how
many
fo'-five
slugs
your
gut
take
Show
your
favorite
thug
how
to
be
a
thug,
top
that
nigga
Turn
your
favorite
drug
into
another
drug,
cop
that
nigga
(State
your
naaaame,
gangsta!)
[Jah
5'9"]
Jah
da
5'9"
speak
and
shake
rhyme
great,
history's
made
The
street
gangsta
city
flow
race
against
time
Never
sign
for
cash,
my
hustle's
the
shit
{*whoosh*}
You
feel
the
breeze
push
past,
you
get
a
grip
Millennium
game,
earth
tone
keep
it
in
range
Close
to
the
grave
I
rock,
fake
niggaz
shouldn't
doubt
us
Surrounded
by
crooks,
full
clips
and
fine
weed
Choice
clothes,
on
my
Bossi,
and
fine
hoes
Long
nights,
bust
those
in
small
cris'
Niggaz
playin
themselves
for
thinkin
we
rhyme
alike
How
would
you
fight
me,
I'm
like
ten
families
strong
Manipulation
by
song,
relate
to
it
niggaz
Henny
on
the
rocks
toast
to
the
real,
in
God
we
trust
Calm
gladiator,
song
navigator
Them
whole
blocks
got
a
story
to
tell
All
of
a
sudden
seasons
change,
you're
welcome
(State
your
naaaame,
gangsta!)
[Billy
Nix]
Billy
Nix,
black
man
is
here,
listen
close
Spittin,
just
to
niggaz,
X
address
the
niggaz
Most
niggaz
don't
see
right,
see
light
like
it's
darkness
No
guns
in
sight,
no
might
for
the
heartless
We
run
ya
mics,
you
write
like
you're
retarded
No
offense
but
your
flow's
slow
and
dense
I
know
my
niggaz
hearin
the
D,
ya
smellin
this
You
spoke
that
which
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
emceein,
who
dissin
us?
Gettin
Rah,
stick
up
nigga,
hand
me
ya
listeners
Get
a
job
we
here,
D-Elite,
touch
it
Matter
fact,
niggaz
is
wack,
Wall
Street
fuck
it
X
government
agent
remember
yo'
name,
remember
yo'
game
You
niggaz
won't
be
spittin
the
same,
motherfucker
(State
your
naaaame,
gangsta!)
My
God!
![Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis - Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Part 1](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/p/w/mpNomOwpTf.jpg)
1 Duck Down
2 Lights Out
3 State Your Name
4 Trouble
5 We Riding
6 Make Money
7 Feels Good
8 Danger
9 King of Detroit
10 Life Goes On
11 Spit Game
12 In the Presence of Wolves
13 Heartbeat
14 Take Me Away
15 Malcom X
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