Royce da 5'9", Tre Little, Ja 5'9'’ , Cut Throat, Cha Cha, Billy Nix - D-Elite Part 2 lyrics

State ya name gangsta!

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 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, 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 ain't quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my
State ya name gangsta!

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 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 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 hit's 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 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 FK-in fool crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FKED up mood one FKED 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
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 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
Niggas 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 black man is here listen close
Spittin just to niggas, X address the niggas
Most niggas 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 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 fk it
X government agent remember yo name
Remember yo game you niggas won't
Be spittin the same, motha fka
State ya name, gangsta!

My God!