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My Brother My Ace
Smoothe da Hustler
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You're my brother right? (No doubt)
You getting down? (No doubt)
Word! Word to mother Smooth I'm going all out
You're my brother right? (No doubt)
You getting down? (No doubt)
Word! Word to mother Trig I'm going all out
What you think nigga? You're my blood, my motherfucking heart
We was doing it back to back from the start
It started from back to back, gat to gat, now it's track to track
So welcome, all you heard get done up, run up with your gun up
All niggas get hung up, jack, set position
Black suitcase, black fatigue, strap, gun holster
Ready to toast ya and roast ya, leave you clap
Drop MC's like heart collapse, so dead that
Well I drop degrees and show you motherfuckers where our heads at
We saw who said that, underground anthem pledge rap
Fuck with Saratoga get your head cracked
Broken language, brother force, some other force
Trigga the gambler, I'm my brother's
Keeper that's why it ain't no double cross
Fake fronting faggots, soft like fabric
I got gadgets, my craft go static, pussy niggas get dramatic
Dramatic, get niggas pussy static cause craft my gadgets
Got our fabric like soft faggots fronting fake if you're backwards
Any crews that refuse rules and regulations
Get reincarnated in tools on sets, niggas I move with threats
Threats I move with, bruise shit, mentally confuse and lose shit
Shit lose and confuse mentally, shit bruise a crew slip
Paralyzation, cripple paramedics, I scheme on hospital checks
The drug money diabetic
You're my brother right? (No doubt)
You getting down? (No doubt)
Word! Word to mother Smooth I'm going all out
You're my brother right? (No doubt)
You getting down? (No doubt)
Word! Word to mother Trig I'm going all out
God gave me a gift, I'm giving him one back
That's a black bag with a ribbon, sealed tight with a tag
A one way shipment with no sight
I'm giving spiritual death flights so niggas get your head right
And I was blessed with sinister schemes, minister dreams
Scientific chemist to drug mixtures for the team
The laser, place to place to erase her, Trigga embrace her
Chase her, downtown courtroom judge face her
For reporters I caught her, brought her to the lab, I taught her
I knew her order to slaughter from borders across water
The gun way
Cause one day it's all war, till then Friday and Saturday
It be my daughters and my Sunday
T-S-R-M-I-O-G-O-G-T-E-H-R-E
Smooth the hustler Trigga nigga
It's the nigga Trigga, Smooth the hustler
Customer serving drug smuggler
Smuggling drugs, serving customers
D-R period, period D-R
We are, are we?
No doubt
Doubt no
Y'all see nigga
Nigga see y'all
You're my brother right? (No doubt)
You getting down? (No doubt)
Word! Word to mother Smooth I'm going all out
You're my brother right? (No doubt)
You getting down? (No doubt)
Word! Word to mother Trig I'm going all out
Yo what's up, this Covaughn giving a shout out to my man Smooth
Represent for '96, next level clique get down!