D-Elite

Once again relax, it's just music
(Right here, show you how I do)
Niggas 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 (ah)
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill

Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will (ah)
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew (oh)
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel (oh)
We bout to blow up, got your nose up

You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us (oh)
I singer block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes (oh, oh)
Best crew when the D make it best move (oh)

All you niggas gone sleepin' and your vest used (oh)
Niggas bluffin', bore me, nothin' for me (yeah)
The only overlord me, only glory, you reach (oh)
Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep (oh)

The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach (oh)
D-Elite - Jah, Cut Throat (yeah)
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost (ah)
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope (oh)

The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close (ah)
If the block was any hotter, I could start a cult (ah)
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke (ah)
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused (yeah)
I was raised by a postal employee, did I say more, more, more, more



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Ryan D. Montgomery
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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