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