State Your Name Lyrics - Build And Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 (single) - Royce Da 5'9

(D-Elite. state your naaaame, gangsta!) 

[Tre' Little] 

C'mon, 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 (c'mon) 

Dog, I'm tryin to destroy the salary cap 

The Source is happy we came six covers, it's covered 

That'll last about May, June, well into the summer 

Why talk about different colors for various Coupes 

Shit green, fart blue, ooh clever you 

Help me ma, I'll take a shot at any one of y'alls 

Got mami droppin drawers before the first phone call 

We some gangstas, study the "Ten Crack Commandments" 

Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we live 

Lay low good guys, catch you with a hook I 

know why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like mine 

Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my 

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(State your naaaame, gangsta!) 

[Cha Cha] 

It's the C-H-A, say it with me niggaz 

Cha Cha Cha, y'all Cha Cha Cha 

You cannot lie or deny these niggaz ain't 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 tecs 

Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet 

They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n 

You can owe 'em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey guy" 

Whattup 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 the Rapport 

Me and Royce here to restore what we were buildin before 

So add a million sold or more is when I get at you whores, uh-huh 

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(State your naaaame, gangsta!) 

[Cut Throat] 

Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the blueprint 

The guideline rappers sideline until they buy mine 

Them little guns y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh) 

Rap like this and work the scale like so (uhh) 

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 buildings or the blocks do the thang to the dirt 

I'm a FUCK-in fool, crews DUCK and move 

Stay in a FUCKED up mood, one FUCKED up dude 

When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even sleep 

I, be knee-deep in the beats that made me 

a certified gangsta specialize in duct tape 

Let you know how many fo'-five slugs your gut take 

Show your favorite thug how to be a thug, top that nigga 

Turn your favorite drug into another drug, cop that nigga 

(State your naaaame, gangsta!) 

[Jah 5'9"] 

Jah da 5'9" speak and shake rhyme great, history's made 

The street gangsta city flow race against time 

Never sign for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*} 

You feel the breeze push past, you get a grip 

Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range 

Close to the grave I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us 

Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed 

Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and fine hoes 

Long nights, bust those in small cris' 

Niggaz playin themselves for thinkin we rhyme alike 

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

Manipulation by song, relate to it niggaz 

Henny on the rocks toast to the real, in God we trust 

Calm gladiator, song navigator 

Them whole blocks got a story to tell 

All of a sudden seasons change, you're welcome 

(State your naaaame, gangsta!) 

[Billy Nix] 

Billy Nix, black man is here, listen close 

Spittin, just to niggaz, X address the niggaz 

Most niggaz don't see right, see light like it's darkness 

No guns in sight, no might for the heartless 

We run ya mics, you write like you're retarded 

No offense but your flow's slow and dense 

I know my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin this 

You spoke that which 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 emceein, who dissin us? 

Gettin Rah, stick up nigga, hand me ya listeners 

Get a job we here, D-Elite, touch it 

Matter fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street fuck it 

X government agent remember yo' name, remember yo' game 

You niggaz won't be spittin the same, motherfucker 

(State your naaaame, gangsta!) 

My God!