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Yeah, how many hitters can stand the This is only a test
I you it was commin
We in front of the scenes and in back of the
So you gon do now

Bitches wanna front on me but not to come to me
I ten glocks, ten rotts up in front of me
Like they sprayin' sumin', like sayin' sumin'
I my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin'

My reach is like Louis, stiff
is like Evander, seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Taebo, I'm and O
When I a knock out bitches bring the cops out

Two for five spots, I the rocks out
Pop the tops out then clear the out
Nigga or bitch, you don't no problems
My revolver is the quick solver

never think I'm slippin', bitch, I ain't dumb
I a stun gun inside of my hair bun
ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a dick and stick you where you shit

I got warriors that's three felons
Leave ya body swellin', leakin' the melon
And it ain't no tellin' when the start smellin'
Somebody took the story, sold it to Kelly

The guns and thing you sing about, 'em out
Like I thought y'all havin' a gun
I'm a millionaire, I ain't for the cash
I'ma relax and let my get in the ass

All y'all is narrow straight parrel
like Banger make you swallow the barrel
Criminal, I tryna battle on a ground or gravel
Through four make the travel

I got nines, more tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine Bris, get in line?
I fight like I rhyme, thirsty to shine
jack mine, I'm one of a kind

Die slow, y'all is dust like pyro
You sleep your eyes close, might as well be blind fold
See how much my nine hold my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco, reload,

How you want it? Head or gut, you soft baby butt
When these Brooklyn come through
jewels they tuck for what?
Intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S type Jag, y'all straight fag

is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin' around town with gun in
Copped out the ten but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad

This is for my who ain't never have shit
Settin' niggas up for all they
Love cats with and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who it in they asses

Aiyyo, I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas I'm from
I ain't never tell no bitch I cum
I'm far a lame you will never see me run
You know how we do it, beef jump it

Mafia's the gang, max out the
Nine millimeter team, mack 11, men
Who said we ain't rich? Kim's bling a fortune
Bee niggas shootin' anything crawlin'

From now on, it's on I catch you niggas snorin'
Any fresh you can bet niggas sportin'
Betta leave town, catch a flight in the
Get the out ya eyes, somebody 'bout to die

Three got beef, three niggas got to go
Hit 'em all in the row like, tic tac toe
you start is where you finish at
Show the meanin' of fam, remember dat

Yo, this is for my niggas who ain't have shit
Ridin' around with gun in masses
Copped out the ten but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad

This is for my who ain't never have shit
niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in asses