State Your Name

(D-Elite.. state your naaaame, gangsta!) [Tre' Little] 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!) [Cha Cha] 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 hits 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] 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 5'9"] 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] 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!