Smoothe Da Hustler - Bust lyrics

[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