Artist: Smoothe Da Hustler Album: Once Upon a Time in America Song: Fuck Whatcha Heard Typed by: Matt Jost [Intro: Trigger Tha Gambler] 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 [VERSE 1: Smoothe Da Hustler] Fuck whatcha heard, my word'll be 3rd degree Manslaughter, C felony, class A burglary - ya heard of me The massacre, movin after ya, the faster ya (RUUUN!) The harder I'ma pull the trigger to Casper ya Niggas know the style now, Smoothe the wild child Wild Style, '95 I'm down now, they say I'm foul now Fuck y'all Cause I been rockin since Pin-striped Lee's, 560 MB's For those that think they housin shit I'm stoppin rent Your title don't concern me You learn in order to burn me You 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 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 Tha Gambler] Fuck whatcha heard Here's a Brownsville wild killer Project strangler, blood spiller [VERSE 2: Smoothe Da Hustler] I always knew I had Big Willie potential Drop the raps on tracks, drop the tracks on wax, now it's official I crash 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 destructer, cash conducter, class instructor You crossed Da Hustler's path at last, muthafucka 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 Niggas steppin quickly, die quicker when I'm high, nigga 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 him at the rainbow Caught the pot o' gold and his four leaf clover, fucked his luck up My Hill niggas from the avenue ain't havin you Slip up, I'm quick to throw the clip up and start crabbin you [HOOK: Trigger Tha Gambler] [VERSE 3: Smoothe Da Hustler] I bring the drama straight from Saratoga Ave. Get more letters than that Abby bitch Straight Out of 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 niggas be takin AB's while I be splittin C's like I'm Moses I lyrically kill shit, so grab the red tape I turn live niggas to dead weight, so get that head straight Gangsta niggas talk the wrong shit Fuck rappin and live it 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 niggas soft, they break north Cause I come off like a used rubber