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smoothe da hustler - fuck whatcha heard lyrics

(feat. trigger the gambler)

[intro: trigger]

hill playaz clique; live and direct; strictly; all about money
everything’s the same, saratoga ave. — representin
smoothe da hustler clique, nexx level; check it

[smoothe]
f-ck whatcha heard, my word’ll be third degree
manslaughta c felony, cl-ss a burglary, ya heard of me
the m-ssaca, movin after ya, the faster ya —run!—
the harder i’ma pull a trigga to casper ya
n-gg-s know the style now, smoothe the wild child, wild style
ninety-five i’m down now, they say i’m foul now, f-ck y’all!
cause i been rockin since
pin-striped lee’s, 560 mp’s for those that think they housin sh-t
i’m stoppin rent, ya t-tle don’t concern me
ya learn in order to burn me
ya gotta get open cause i close deals like a&r’s and attorneys
without the delay, no replay
in rap divisions i hold more records than my dj
no relays, i’m runnin marathons for bein sick
projectin noise through the clique
now he sell tapes at a sell-a-thon
bring me the illest n-gg-, the realest n-gg-, to feel this n-gg-
i’ll send him home to his bruce willis
n-gg-z sayin, “we got to kill this n-gg-.”

[chorus: trigger]

f-ck whatcha heard, here’s a brownsville wild killer,
projects strangler, blood spiller
[x4]

[smoothe]
i always knew i had big willie potential
drop the raps on tracks, drop the tracks on wax, an dat’s official
i crashed you, who g-ssed you
n-gg-s talkin outta turn and out they -ss too
n-gg-, who asked you, i blast you
high screams’ll turn to yodels
can’t you see my notorious big gun i pack’ll leave ya total-ed
the m-ss destructa, cash conducta, cl-ss constructa
you crossed the hustla’s path at last m-th-f-cka
i got dat -ss, the hostage holder
the ransom note taped, with cb4 explosives
wit my name written across the folder
smoothe fa hustla reppin strictly keep my weapon wit me
n-gg-s steppin quickly die quicka when i’m high n-gg-
hold up, whoever wanna rumble
f-ck da rumors and all that bullsh-t, when you
see me, bring it, if you ain’t, shut da f-ck up!
i stuck up, lucky charms met’em at the rainbow
caught the pot o’ gold, and his four leaf clover, f-cked his luck up
my hill n-gg-z from da avenue ain’t havin you
slip up, i’m quick to throw the clip up and start crabbin you

[chorus]

[smoothe]
i bring the drama straight from saratoga ave.
get more letters than dat abby b-tch
straight outta brooklyn like matty rich (brownsville!)
it’s suicidal, takin my t-tle,
cuz my freestyle recital is vital
silly and more slicka den billy idol
i’m breakin herbs down better than stick shifts wit clutches
stiff d-ck touches cl-ts like brownsville lips to dutches
i’m nuttin ta f-ck wit, ya couldn’t oppose this
hill n-gg-s be takin ab’s while i be splittin seas like i’m moses
i lyrically kill sh-t so grab the red tape
i turn live n-gg-z to dead weight so get dat head straight
gangsta n-gg-z talk the wrong sh-t
f-ck rappin and livin, f-ck who you down wit
who you know, or did a song wit
i’m out for self, the streets got me hip
so i pack steel, my rap open ears to keep me gq to the tip
i flip and break fool, that’s word to m-th-
playin n-gg-z soft, they break north
cause i come off like a used rubber

[chorus:]

[trigger]
one mo’ time for your mind; trigga n-gg-;
rukus click; punishaz; d/r period;
my n-gg- digga; my man bob; christ, red sand
smoothe da hustla, saratoga ave. representin’

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