Bust

[Verse One: Trigger tha Gambler] I got the mad act, that your bad act is like that-at I'm the broken language avenge on your trad-acks Take two of these or wad-ax, that's a fad-act You're running hotter, I slip up, bother to slaughter Cree-deep, catch you off guard when you slee-deep Throw the gun to your neck, so [barb?] with me Blaow: one to your artery I be the big bad wolf Niggas, like styles, get took I'm the reinforcer Crushin' god, double-crosser Bodyguard, Kevin Costner night stalker Indictments say outta our eyewitness got snitches They point fingers at thug niggas and bitches Even at my dealing sign, keep the seal tucked So you can't [???] Trigger: I make raw deals with gravediggers Behave nigga. Or be sportin' permanent shades nigga [Hook: D.V. Alias Khrist] Bust, with your guns Up and bust, come on now Bust, with your guns Up and bust, come on now Bust, a little bit louder now Bust, a little bit louder now Bust, with your guns Up and bust, come on now [Verse Two: D.V. Alias Khrist] Roll with a hustler and so [???] Smooth operators on some Don Perignon shit Smackin' your bitch Cause you don't know how to treat her Since I'm a pimp preacher, I'll teach her How to bring back wraps of cash It's an easy operation Touch one of my girls, you're in a bad situation My occupation makes that real dope, real dope Got the fiends fiending off the product that we built up Box it up in a little bag up the ass Got the cash stashed Got the Glocks cocked just in case I gotta BLAST With anyone who tries to front right about now Shippin' drugs out of state to [Cal-Sal?] My profile is simple jigness Women beg for forgiveness when they see the pimp and his pimptress You don't believe me, ask Smoothe, he's my witness BEEOTCH! [Hook] [Verse Three: Smoothe da Hustler] I'm the head honcho, the slugger The Brownsville mugger Undercover to uncover the FBI brother Fuck the maybe I'm rather unique like A.Z When niggas thing of Saratoga they say me, lately I've been on some down-low shit Niggas are scheisty Politely invite me out to the back to snipe me That's why I keep the gat by my side So what up? I cause track slides, rap collides I throwdown in any showdown my lowdown I slow down niggas for more ground My four-pound has the crown Hold up I know ya'll niggas ain't thinkin' about steppin' up to us After you heard this shit here? Nah, not this year Me and my clique beside me Went through six hundred and sixty six Giulianis Illuminatis probably A New World Order to slaughter I'm running across the whole quarter Me and my clique drop degrees like cold water