[Verse One: Trigger tha Gambler]
I got the mad act, that your bad act is like that-at
I'm the broken language avenge on your trad-acks
Take two of these or wad-ax, that's a fad-act
You're running hotter, I slip up, bother to slaughter
Cree-deep, catch you off guard when you slee-deep
Throw the gun to your neck, so [barb?] with me
Blaow: one to your artery
I be the big bad wolf
n***as, like styles, get took
I'm the reinforcer
Crushin' god, double-crosser
Bodyguard, Kevin Costner night stalker
Indictments say outta our eyewitness got snitches
They point fingers at thug n***as and b**hes
Even at my dealing sign, keep the seal tucked
So you can't [???]
Trigger: I make raw deals with gravediggers
Behave n***a. Or be sportin' permanent shades n***a
[Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist]
Bust, with your guns
Up and bust, come on now
Bust, with your guns
Up and bust, come on now
Bust, a little bit louder now
Bust, a little bit louder now
Bust, with your guns
Up and bust, come on now
[Verse Two: D.V. Alias Khrist]
Roll with a hustler and so [???]
Smooth operators on some Don Perignon sh**
Smackin' your b**h
Cause you don't know how to treat her
Since I'm a pimp preacher, I'll teach her
How to bring back wraps of cash
It's an easy operation
Touch one of my girls, you're in a bad situation
My occupation makes that real dope, real dope
Got the fiends fiending off the product that we built up
Box it up in a little bag up the a**
Got the cash stashed
Got the Glocks co*ked just in case I gotta BLAST
With anyone who tries to front right about now
Shippin' d** out of state to [Cal-Sal?]
My profile is simple jigness
Women beg for forgiveness when they see the pimp and his pimptress
You don't believe me, ask Smoothe, he's my witness
BEEOTCH!
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Smoothe da Hustler]
I'm the head honcho, the slugger
The Brownsville mugger
Undercover to uncover the FBI brother
f** the maybe
I'm rather unique like A.Z
When n***as thing of Saratoga they say me, lately
I've been on some down-low sh**
n***as are scheisty
Politely invite me out to the back to snipe me
That's why I keep the gat by my side
So what up? I cause track slides, rap collides
I throwdown in any showdown my lowdown
I slow down n***as for more ground
My four-pound has the crown
Hold up
I know ya'll n***as ain't thinkin' about steppin' up to us
After you heard this sh** here? Nah, not this year
Me and my clique beside me
Went through six hundred and sixty six Giulianis
Illuminatis probably
A New World Order to slaughter
I'm running across the whole quarter
Me and my clique drop degrees like cold water