Trigger Tha Gambler - f** Whatcha Heard lyrics

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** whatcha heard, my word'll be third degree Manslaughta C felony, cla** A burglary, ya heard of me The ma**aca, movin after ya, the faster ya ***RUN!!!*** The harder I'mma pull a trigga to Casper ya n***as know the style now, Smoothe the wild child, wild style Ninety-five I'm down now, they say I'm foul now, fu*k Y'ALL!! Cause I been rockin since Pin-striped Lee's, 560 MP's for those that think they housin sh** I'm stoppin rent, ya title 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***a, the realest n***a, to feel this n***a I'll send him home to his Bruce Willis n***as sayin, "We got to k** this n***a." Chorus: Trigger f** whatcha heard, here's a Brownsville wild k**er Projects strangler, blood spiller (Repeat 4X) [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 ga**ed you n***as talkin outta turn and out they a** too n***a, 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 ma** destructa, cash conducta, cla** constructa You crossed the hustla's path at last muthaf**a I got dat a**, the hostage holder The ransom note taped, with CB4 explosives Wit my name written across the folder Smoothe Da Hustla reppin strictly keep my weapon wit me n***as steppin quickly die quicka when I'm high n***a Hold up, whoever wanna rumble f** da rumors and all that bullsh**, when you See me, bring it, if you ain't, shut da f** up!! I stuck up, Lucky Charms met'em at the rainbow Caught the pot o' gold, and his four leaf clover, f**ed his luck up My Hill n***as 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**h Straight outta Brooklyn like Matty Rich (Brownsville!) It's suicidal, takin my title 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 dick touches clits like Brownsville lips to dutches I'm nuttin ta f** wit, ya couldn't oppose this Hill n***as be takin ab's while I be splittin seas like I'm Moses I lyrically k** sh** so grab the red tape I turn live n***as to dead weight so get dat head straight Gangsta n***as talk the wrong sh** f** rappin and livin, f** 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 mutha Playin n***as soft, they break North Cause I come off like a used rubber Chorus: [Trigger] One mo' time for your mind; Trigga n***a; Rukus Click; Punishaz; D/R Period; My n***a Digga; my man Bob; Christ, Red Sand Smoothe Da Hustla, Saratoga Ave. representin'