De-Elite (Part 2) lyrics
Once again relax, it's just music.
Niggaz right here, show you how I do Niggaz right here, show you my crew Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah Fuck 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 I'll 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, niggaz best move All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me The only overlord me, only glory, you reach! Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep The contract is out on The King, nigga 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*}
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