featuring D.V. Rubbabandz Smoothe Trigger
[Trigger Tha Gambler]
There a toker under the numb scumb looker
Get the gatherin big willy me thug rich and booker
The gun to gun face off street smart nigga
That I'm ready to tear your numbers right off the burners
To throw the D 8 trace off ruckus click cause the mystery
Sellin which cap killin go down in history
You dissin me bell to releact the combat
I sit back, when niggaz throw raps
I be like, "where your are at"
[Rubbabandz]
It's a leaky-leak world and I don't give a fuck
All I wanna do is puff that purple stuff
The sun ain't never shine on my block
It's like a permanent eclipse
The only light is gun spark
Fightin on the premissis, that you want to be yours
Catch your on the stairs, your floor's eight
But, you won't make it past four
I'm sick and tired of niggaz actin high fashional
Flashin, wackin and not reactin
[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Yall niggaz, know what time it is
Leavin niggaz withour no watches
When I drop this shit about hustlin
Yall niggaz know, who rhyme it is
You gettin the head from bathroom
To book-book to rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax
When starts toss the headphone
The dead zone, MC's get done since
The grittiest square root
Equals a dead mother fucker in my circumference
The shell maxed, well matched, dressed in black leather
To come through buildin for buildin
Jack dead for crime cheddar
[Shyheim]
All day, I dream about guns, money, cars and bitches
Thirsty niggaz, who want my riches
I got somethin for em, in '96, you gotta be trife or die
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