Fuck a team like you who swing like you

We block shots in the ring lightning

Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still

Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill

Nas couldn’t rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will

I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew

Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel

We bout to blow up, got your nose up

You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us

And your block a whole bust, live news

Ride through with one girl and five dudes

Best crew in the D, niggaz best move

All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used

Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me

The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!

Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep

The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach

D-Elite – Jah, Cut Throat

Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost

Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope

The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close

If the block was any hotter I could start a cult

I was trouble the minute my momma’s water broke

You never see the weak destroy me, I’m focused

I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more?

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 its 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 aint 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 aint 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 hits 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 FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move

Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up dude

When its 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

Niggaz 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 its 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 fuck it

X government agent remember yo name

Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fucka

State ya name, gangsta!

My God!