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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