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