My Brother My Ace (Album Mix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler] You're my brother, right? No doubt. You're getting down? No doubt Word? Word to mother, Smoothe, I'm going all out You're my brother, right? No doubt. You're getting down? No doubt Word? Word to mother, Trig, I'm going all out [Verse 1: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler] What'd you Think, nigga? You're my blood, my motherfucking heart We was doing it back-to-back from the start It started from back-to-back, gat-to-gat. Now it's Track-to-track, so welcome. All you herbs get done up Run up with your gun up, all niggas get hung up Jack, set position. Black suitcase, black Fatigue, strapped gun holster ready to Toast ya and roast ya, leave you clapped, drop Emcees like heart collapse so dead that while I drop Degrees and show you motherfuckers where our heads' at We're soft? Who said that? Cl-clack. Underground anthem pledge rap Fuck with Saratoga, get your head cracked "Broken Language," brother force some other force Trigger Tha Gambler. I'm my brother's keeper—that's why I ain't no double-cross Fake, fronting faggots soft like fabric. I got gadgets My craft cause static. Pussy niggas get dramatic Dramatic, your nigga's pussy static cause craft. My gadgets Got a fabric like soft faggots. Fronting fake if you're backwards Any crews that refuse rules and regulations Get reincarnated in twos on sets. Niggas, I'll move with threats Threats I'll move with, bruise shit, mentally confuse And lose shit. Shit lose the confused. Mentally, shit bruise A crew slick. Paralyzation cripple paramedics I'll scheme on hospital checks—the drug money diabetic [Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler] You're my brother, right? No doubt. You're getting down? No doubt Word? Word to mother, Smoothe, I'm going all out You're my brother, right? No doubt. You're getting down? No doubt Word? Word to mother, Trig, I'm going all out [Verse 2: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler] God gave Me a gift. I'm giving him one back—that's a black Bag with a ribbon sealed tight with a tag A one-way shipment with no sight. I'm giving Spiritual dead flights, so, niggas, get your head right And I was blessed with sinister schemes, minister dreams Scientific chemist of drug mixed this for the team The lacer place to place a eraser. Trigger Embrace a chaser, downtown courtroom judge-facer For reporters, I caught her, brought her to the lab. I told her I knew a order to slaughter from borders across water The gun way 'cause, one day, it's all war. Until then Friday and Saturday'll be my daughter's and my son day T-S-R-M-I-O-G-O- G-T-E-H-R-E. Smoothe Da Hustler Trigger, nigga. It's the nigga Trig and Smoothe Da Hustler Customer-serving drug smuggler smuggling drugs, serving customer D/R Period. Period D/R. We are. Are we? No doubt. Doubt no. Y'all see, nigga. Nigga see y'all [Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler] You're my brother, right? No doubt. You're getting down? No doubt Word? Word to mother, Smoothe, I'm going all out You're my brother, right? No doubt. You're getting down? No doubt Word? Word to mother, Trig, I'm going all out