Royce da 5'9", D-Elite - State Your Name lyrics

(D-Elite state your naaaame, gangsta)

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)

It's the C-H-A, say it with 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 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 hit's 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
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 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 niggas 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'
Niggas playin themselves for 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 got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change
You're welcome

(State your naaaame, gangsta)

Billy 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're retarded
No offense but your flow's slow and dense
I know my niggas 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, niggas is wack
Wall Street fuck it
X government agent remember yo' name
Remember yo' game
You niggas won't be spittin the same
Motherfucker (State your naaaame, gangsta)

My God!