Trigger Tha Gambler - Broken Language Pt. 2 lyrics

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Trigger Tha Gambler - Broken Language Pt. 2 lyrics

(Smoothe) Here come the overdoers Peace to Shane and Kane, we ain't got beef so don't ask We just give props to old schoolers I was the first one settin', the first one steppin' The first chump to threaten Saw me last cause I was the first one wettin' Indivisible pistol holder with the barrell switchable The D.A. witness is admissable So whatever shoe size get your shoe tied Crew fried, fricasee, burnt like tubes tied And my crew lies on the outskirts to do guys Me gettin' felonies got jealousy running through guys (Trigga) Get the picture? The weight shifter The fist that k**ed Hitler The rib twister, the four fifther Stick-up cla** dismisser Back stabber, crew grabber, double-crosser Homicide, lost and found body tosser Technical incredible veteran Break and chew emcees like Charleston Chew, j**el 'em like medicine Rep with sluggers, heat stinging street muggers Drama bringers, money swingers, down to face brothers The laced brothers, same murder case brothers That erase brothers, hurt others co*k back and hurt brothers f** the gimmick, n***a, just push me to the limit And I'm in it to win it, when crews start sh**, it get finished The shottie through, shot the body blow The plan to stick who? John Gotti, oh, my potty flow (Smoothe) sh**tin', consecutive hittin', 300 GS and Clock tickin', plot thicken, no BSin' I run with half a hundred, illegal funded 45 I gun with, 5 I hung with The crave money capin', Homicidal money takin' One to the belly, leave a dummy shakin', tummy achin' I stop tapes, pop trey-eights and take premises Me and my kin in this went from boys to men in this, beginning this The body splatterer (Trigga) The blood spitters (Smoothe) Money scavengers (Trigga) The stunt hitters (Smoothe) Bank vault a**ault and batterers (Trigga) The shatterer, never ending blending Showdown, barrel hit chest sending Hitman for hire, money spending The stick man, switch from illegal to legit man Get rich man, vic man, three card molly slick man (Smoothe) You slow, sinking in my quicksand No maybe, if, ands Or bu*ts about it The sneak over f** your babysitter n***a, what about it? The felonist, stainless to the steel like a terrorist You named us to the hill and I got evidence No presidents, no residence, I see no relevance Tell 'em this: They don't want it like they celibate (Trigga) (Yo, f** that. Alot of n***as poppin' that sh** out there, man They know our motherf**in' players is official, n***a) (Smoothe) From the first day I took rap serious had 'em petro I heard Pacheco tellin' Pop they want us wet though But see me in the ghetto Keep a hold of your stainless I'mma lead the world straight into the d**h row with a d**h blow We ain't no joke, we used to let the gun smoke and told 'em Stay holdin' from off the language we broke you rollin' And I'mma sling mine, bring mine, to the ring ding I'm Up in your a** like gays up north in Sing Sing, I'm (Trigga) You ain't gotta sweat it, If they ever jump, I won't let it If I got a vibe that it's going down, I'm gon' set it And I bet it, to the day I die my tec could wet it The war is on, lace up, for the Saratoga armageddon, psycho like Bates Ill like sickle cell traits My game is long, money, half-a-mil for my ten estates The meat cleaver, morgue chopper, the click bender Back up on the eighth, cop on the sing, highway to heaven sender (Smoothe) The competitor, street editor, be ready or Be buried a-live, get flipped like my cellular on the regular Heavy packin', burner steady clappin' The turn a petty rapper spaghetti, pasta Hasta la vista, meet the sweeper (Trigga) Glad to meet 'cha, bodybag to greet 'cha Pimpin' this track like a preacher, I teach ya All a lesson and my blessin's First name Tawan, Last name Smith without the Wesson Ain't no question, we ain't askin', only blastin' Front page flash and the action without the Jackson (Smoothe & Trigga) And bitin' it'll make you choke, you can't provoke You can't cope, language is broke, because we ain't no joke