Fuck Whatcha Heard

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'mma 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 Niggas sayin, "We got to kill this nigga." Chorus: Trigger Fuck whatcha heard, here's a Brownsville wild killer Projects strangler, blood spiller (Repeat 4X) [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 Da 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 niggas 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 niggas to dead weight so get dat head straight Gangsta niggas 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 niggas 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'