My Brother My Ace (Radio Mix)

Lyrics

Smoothe Da Hustler ft. Trigger Tha Gambler - "My Brother My Ace (Radio Mix)" [Emcee(s): Smoothe Da Hustler and Trigger Tha Gambler] [Producer(s): D.R. Period] [Hook: Smoothe Da Hustler and 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 and Trigger Tha Gambler] What'd you Think, Trigger? You're my blood, my everlasting heart We was doing it back-to-back from the start It started from back-to-back, mic to wax. Now it's Track-to-track, so welcome. All you herbs get done up Run up, body numbed up, all crews get hung up Jack, set position. Black suitcase, black Fatigue, strapped G-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 other rappers where our heads' at We're soft? Who said that? Cl-clack. Underground anthem pledge rap Step to Saratoga? Money, dead that "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 rappers soft like fabric. I got gadgets My craft cause static. Phony rappers get dramatic Dramatic, your rapper's phony static cause craft. My gadgets Got a fabric like soft rappers. Fronting fake if you're backwards Any crews that refuse rules and regulations Get reincarnated in twos on sets. I'll move with threats Threats I'll move with, bruise skits, mentally confuse And lose skits. Skits lose the confused mentally and bruise A crew slick. Paralyzation cripple paramedics I'll scheme on hospital checks—the Gambling diabetic [Hook: Smoothe Da Hustler and 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 and 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, brothers, get your head right And I was blessed with sinister schemes, managed to dream Scientific chemist of rap 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 slug 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 figure. It's that figure Trig and Smoothe Da Hustler Customer-serving verse smuggler smuggling verse, serving customer D.R. Period. Period D.R.. We are. Are we? No doubt. Doubt no. Y'all see, player. Player see y'all [Hook: Smoothe Da Hustler and 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