[Royce Da 5'9"]
Once again relax, it's just music.
^!$$%z right here, show you how I do

^!$$%z right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah


$#&@ a team like you who swing like you
We block shots in the ring lightning

Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will

I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up

You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes

Best crew in the D, ^!$$%z best move
All you ^!$$%z gun sleep and your vest used
^!$$%z bluffin, bore me, nothin for me

The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
Wake up and smell the aroma ^!$$% you sleep
The contract is out on The King, ^!$$% you breach

D-Elite - Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope

The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke

You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more? [echoes]


State ya name gangsta!

[Tre' Little]

Tre' Little don status hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more than rap

Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its covered
That'll last about May, June well into the summer

Why talk about different colors for various coupes
%#@! green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of y'all

Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail Mary that's how we live

Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my


State ya name gangsta!


[Cha Cha]
Its the C-H-A, say it wit me ^!$$%s Cha Cha Cha
Y'all Cha Cha Cha

You cannot lie or deny these ^!$$%s aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you @@#!-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live

Go in depth best with the finger next to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet

They don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey Guy"
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat

My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor

Me and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or more when I get at you !@^%s


State ya name gangsta!

[Cut Throat]

Cut Throat the living threat street %#@! to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down
Them little guns y'all blow I stay on the low
Rap like this and work the scale like "So"
Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out

Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'ma !#@*-in fool crews DUCK and move
Stay in a !#@*ED up mood one !#@*ED up dude

When its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even sleep
I be knee deep in the beats that made me
Certified gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (!#$%!)

Turn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (!#$%!)

State ya name gangsta!

[Jah 5'9]

Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash my hustles the %#@!
You feel the breeze push past you get a grip
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock fake ^!$$%s shouldn't doubt us

Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small Christ
^!$$%z playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it ^!$$%s
Henny on the rocks toast to the real in God we trust

Calm gladiator song navigator
Them whole blocks gotta story tell
All of a sudden seasons change, your welcome

State ya name gangsta!

[Billie Nix]

Billie Nix black man is here listen close
Spittin just to ^!$$%s, X address the ^!$$%s
Most ^!$$%s don't see right see light like its darkness
No guns in sight no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you write like you !@$!ed
No offense but ya flow is slow and dense
I know my ^!$$%s hearin the D ya smellin this

You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door play it some more
This is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?
Gettin Rah stick up ^!$$% hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here D-Elite touch it
Matter fact, ^!$$%s is wack, wall street $#&@ it

X government agent remember yo name
Remember yo game you ^!$$%s wont be spittin the same, motha $#&@a

State ya name, gangsta!

My God!