Once again relax, it's just music.nNiggaz right here, show you how I donNiggaz right here, show you my crewnYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahnYeah yeahnnFuck a team like you who swing like younWe block shots in the ring lightningnRock hot rocks kill, get the cream stillnBlasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skillnNas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine willnI go through, cool out, blow a whole crewnCool out bro, out-glow a whole jewelnWe bout to blow up, got your nose upnYou could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold usnAnd your block a whole bust, live newsnRide through with one girl and five dudesnBest crew in the D, niggaz best movenAll you niggaz gun sleep and your vest usednNiggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for menThe only overlord me, only glory, you reach!nWake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleepnThe contract is out on The King, nigga you breachnD-Elite - Jah, Cut ThroatnBilly Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmostnRespect dawgs, expect your neck cut ropenThe barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up closenIf the block was any hotter I could start a cultnI was trouble the minute my momma's water brokenYou never see the weak destroy me, I'm focusednI was raised by a postal employee, need I say more? nnState ya name gangsta!nnTre' Little don status hold my dicknSay ya label push the date back now that's what you getnI came in this game like it's more than rapnDog, I'm tryin' to destroy the salary capnThe Source is happy we came six covers its coverednThat'll last about May, June well into the summernWhy talk about different colors for various coupesnShit green fart Blue, oooh clever younHelp me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of y'allnGot mami droppin' draws before the first phone callnWe some gangstas study the ten crack commandmentsnStay big worship Hail Mary that's how we livenLay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lienYa crew aint quite like minenSpit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh mynnState ya name gangsta!nnIts the C-H-A, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha ChanY'all Cha Cha ChanYou cannot lie or deny these niggas aint rah rahnPut the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyednSteppin to us not wise, told you how to get livenGo in depth best with the finger next to the indexnSuch threats expect five guys, five techsnMake they gats all sing in unison like a quintetnThey don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngnnYou can owe em and say hi and they greet you like Hey GuynWhat up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut ThroatnMy brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevensnWhen we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavensnUs and crews clash no more we built it from poornMe and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin beforenSo add a million sold or more when I get at you whoresnnState ya name gangsta!nnCut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprintnThe guideline rappers sideline until they bow downnThem little guns y'all blow I stay on the lownRap like this and work the scale like SonTake it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it outnSwitchblades pump gauge, whatever you aboutnBurn you to ya hood we could bang for the worknFor the building or the blocks do the thang to the dirtnI'ma FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and movenStay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up dudenWhen its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even sleepnI be knee deep in the beats that made menCertified gangsta specialize in Duct TapenLet you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut takenShow ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)nTurn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)nnState ya name gangsta!nnJah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history madenThe street gangsta city flow race against timenNever sign for cash my hustles the shitnYou feel the breeze push past you get a gripnMillennium game, earth tone keep it in rangenClose to the grey I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt usnSurrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weednChoice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foesnLong nights bust those in small ChristnNiggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alikenHow would you fight me I'm like ten families strongnManipulation by song relate to it niggasnHenny on the rocks toast to the real in God we trustnCalm gladiator song navigatornThem whole blocks gotta story tellnAll of a sudden seasons change, your welcomennState ya name gangsta!nnBillie Nix black man is here listen closenSpittin just to niggas, X address the niggasnMost niggas don't see right see light like its darknessnNo guns in sight no might for the heartlessnWe run ya mics you write like you retardednNo offense but ya flow is slow and densenI know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin thisnYou smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin richnDidn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poornThen biggie up kick in the door play it some morenThis is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?nGettin Rah stick up nigga hand me ya listenersnGet a job we here D-Elite touch itnMatter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck itnX government agent remember yo namenRemember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fuckannState ya name, gangsta!nnMy God!