D-elite Part 2 Lyrics - Cha Cha

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 

Shit 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 

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State ya name gangsta! 

[Cha Cha] 

Its the C-H-A, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha Cha 

Y'all Cha Cha Cha 

You cannot lie or deny these niggas aint rah rah 

Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-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 whores 

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State ya name gangsta! 

[Cut Throat] 

Cut Throat the living threat street shit 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 FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move 

Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED 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 (NIGGA!) 

Turn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!) 

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 shit 

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 niggas 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 

Niggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike 

How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong 

Manipulation by song relate to it niggas 

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 niggas, X address the niggas 

Most niggas 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 retarded 

No offense but ya flow is slow and dense 

I know my niggas 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 nigga hand me ya listeners 

Get a job we here D-Elite touch it 

Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it 

X government agent remember yo name 

Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fucka 

State ya name, gangsta! 

My God!