(feat. Trigger the Gambler)



[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]

Fuck whatcha heard, my word'll be third degree

Manslaughta C felony, class A burglary, ya heard of me

The massaca, movin after ya, the faster ya ***RUN!!!***

The harder I'ma pull a trigga to Casper ya

Niggas know the style now, Smoothe the wild child, wild style

Ninety-five I'm down now, they say I'm foul now, FUCK Y'ALL!!

Cause I been rockin since

pin-striped Lee's, 560 MP's for those that think they housin shit

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 nigga, the realest nigga, to feel this nigga

I'll send him home to his Bruce Willis

niggaz sayin, "We got to kill this nigga."



[Chorus: Trigger]



Fuck whatcha heard, here's a Brownsville wild killer,

Projects strangler, blood spiller

[x4]



[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 gassed you

Niggas talkin outta turn and out they ass too

Nigga, 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 mass destructa, cash conducta, class constructa

You crossed the hustla's path at last muthafucka

I got dat ass, the hostage holder

The ransom note taped, with CB4 explosives

wit my name written across the folder

Smoothe Fa Hustla reppin strictly keep my weapon wit me

Niggas steppin quickly die quicka when I'm high nigga

Hold up, whoever wanna rumble

fuck da rumors and all that bullshit, when you

see me, bring it, if you ain't, shut da fuck up!!

I stuck up, Lucky Charms met'em at the rainbow

Caught the pot o' gold, and his four leaf clover, fucked his luck up

My Hill niggaz 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 bitch

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 fuck wit, ya couldn't oppose this

Hill niggas be takin ab's while I be splittin seas like I'm Moses

I lyrically kill shit so grab the red tape

I turn live niggaz to dead weight so get dat head straight

Gangsta niggaz talk the wrong shit

Fuck rappin and livin, fuck 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 niggaz soft, they break North

Cause I come off like a used rubber



[Chorus:]



[Trigger]

One mo' time for your mind; Trigga nigga;

Rukus Click; Punishaz; D/R Period;

my nigga Digga; my man Bob; Christ, Red Sand

Smoothe Da Hustla, Saratoga Ave. representin'