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Yeah, how many hitters can stand the rain? This is only a test I told you it was commin We in front of the scenes and in back of the scenes So what you gon do now Bitches wanna front on me but know not to come to me I keep ten glocks, ten rotts up in front of me Like they sprayin' sumin', like they sayin' sumin' I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' My reach is like Louis, stiff eighty-four Yours is like Evander, seventy-seven slow Thanks to Taebo, I'm thirty-two and O When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out Pop the tops out then clear the spot out Nigga or bitch, you don't want no problems My revolver is the quick problem solver Don't never think I'm slippin', bitch, I ain't dumb I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit I got warriors that's three time felons Leave ya body swellin', leakin' from the melon And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start smellin' Somebody took the story, sold it to Helen Kelly The guns and thing you sing about, bring 'em out Like I thought y'all havin' a gun drought I'm a millionaire, I ain't rhymin' for the cash I'ma relax and let my niggas get in the ass All y'all niggas is narrow straight parrel Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel Criminal, I ain't tryna battle on a ground or gravel Through four make the hollows travel I got Montana nines, more tangled lines Who wanna wine and dine with Bris, get in line? I fight like I rhyme, niggas thirsty to shine Can't jack mine, I'm one of a kind Die slow, y'all niggas is dust like pyro You sleep with your eyes close, might as well be blind fold See how much my nine hold blast my one Dos tres to the cuatro cinco, reload, bitch How you want it? Head or gut, you soft like baby butt When these Brooklyn niggas come through Their jewels they tuck for what? Intimidated how we hop out the truck Or the S type Jag, y'all niggas straight fag This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit Ridin' around town with gun in masses Copped out the ten years but only had six All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit Settin' niggas up for all they stashes Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses Nasty hoes who take it in they asses Aiyyo, I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum I'm far from a lame you will never see me run You know how we do it, beef jump into it Mafia's the gang, max out the squadron Nine millimeter team, mack 11, mobs men Who said we ain't rich? Kim's bling cost a fortune Queen Bee niggas shootin' anything crawlin' From now on, it's on when I catch you niggas snorin' Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin' Betta leave town, catch a flight in the mornin' Get the cold out ya eyes, somebody 'bout to die Three niggas got beef, three niggas got to go Hit 'em all in the row like, tic tac toe Where you start is where you finish at Show y'all the meanin' of fam, remember dat Yo, this is for my niggas who ain't never have shit Ridin' around town with gun in masses Copped out the ten years but only had six All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit Settin' niggas up for all they stashes Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses Nasty hoes who take it in they asses
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