F**k Whatcha Heard (feat. Trigger tha Gambler)

Ah, Hill Playaz Clique, live and direct

Strictly, it's all about money

Everything's the same, Saratoga Ave. representin'

Smoothe Da Hustler Clique, Nexx Level, check it

Fuck whatcha heard, my word'll be third degree

Manslaughter C felony, class A burglary, ya heard of me

The massacre, movin' after ya, the faster ya run

The harder I'mma pull a trigger to Casper ya

**** 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

Put Jerry Lewis with the clique

Now he sell tapes at his telethon

Bring the illest ****, the realest ****, to feel this ****

I'll send him home to his Bruce Willis

**** sayin', "We got to kill this ****"

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

I always knew I had Big Willie potential

Drop the raps on tracks, drop the tracks on wax, and that's official

I crashed you, who gassed you

**** talkin outta turn and out they ass too

****, 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 destructor, cash conductor, class constructor

You crossed the hustler's path at last, motherfucker

I got that ass, the hostage holder

The ransom note taped with CB4 explosives

With my name written across the folder

Smoothe Da Hustler reppin' strictly keep my weapon with me

**** steppin' quickly, die quicker when I'm high, ****

Hold up, whoever wanna rumble

Fuck the rumors and all that bullshit, when you see me bring it, if you ain't, shut the 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 **** from the avenue ain't havin' you

Slip up, I'm quick to throw the clip up and start crabbin' you

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

I bring the drama straight from Saratoga Ave

Get more letters than that Abby bitch

Straight outta Brooklyn like Matty Rich (Brownsville!)

It's suicidal, takin' my title

'Cause my freestyle recital is vital

Silly and more slicker than Billy Idol

I'm breakin' herbs down better than stick shifts with clutches

Stiff dick touches clits like Brownsville lips to dutches

I'm nothin' to fuck with, you couldn't oppose this

Hill **** be takin A-Bs while I be splittin' seas like I'm Moses

I lyrically kill shit so grab the red tape

I turn live **** to dead weight so get that head straight

Gangsta **** talk the wrong shit

Fuck rappin' and livin', fuck who you down with

Who you know, or did a song with

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 mother

Playin' **** soft, they break North

'Cause I come off like a used rubber

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

Fuck whatcha heard, he's a Brownsville wild killer

Projects strangler, blood spiller

One mo' time for your mind, Trigger ****

Ruckus Click, Punishaz, D/R Period

My **** Digga, my man Bob, Khrist, Red Sand

Smoothe Da Hustler, Saratoga Ave. representin'

Yo, man I'm tired of cuttin' this shit up

How much longer are we stayin' here?

I don't know but my fingers is killin' me, y'all

Shit, how long we been here already?

Six hours

Dollar bills, y'all

Dollar bills, dollar bills

It's all about the dollar bills