Oh, how many haters could stand the rain, if it's only a test? New Lil' King! Featuring Junior Mafia! Lil' Cease! China Town! What?! Bitches wanna front up, but know not to come near I keep ten glocks, ten rocks, lookin' funny Like they sprayin' somethin', like they sayin' somethin' I get my ball goin' like I'm DMX or somethin' My reach is like Lewis, stiff 84 Yours is like a Vandal, 77 slow Thanks to Tybo, I'm 32 and 0 When I catch a knockout, 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's a quick problem solver Don't ever think I'm slippin' Bitch, I ain't dumb, I carry a stun gun Side of my hair bun, hatin' ass niggas I treat you like a bitch Strap on a fake dick, it's stickin' where you *** I got warriors, that's three-time felons Leave your body swellin', leakin' from the melon And it ain't no tellin' when the body starts smellin' Somebody took the story, sold it to Helen Keller Them guns and things you sing about bring a match Like I thought, you're havin' a gun drought I'm a millionaire, I ain't rhymin' for the cash I'ma relax and let my niggas hit me ass All y'all niggas is narrow, straight parallel Nigga like banger, make you swallow the barrel Criminal, I ain't tryin' to battle On the ground and gravel Slip the four, make the hollows travel I got Montana nines, Montego lines Who wanna wine and dine with Britz? Get in line, I fight like I rhyme Niggas be thirsty for chimes Can't jack mine, I'm one of a kind Die slow, y'all niggas is dust like pie rolls You sleep with your eyes closed Might as well be blindfolded See how much my nine hold Blast my one, throw a strap to the cuatro Cinco, reload How you wanna head a gun? You soft like baby butt When these Brooklyn niggas come through They juice, they tough For what? Intimidated? How we hop out the truck? Order S-type jazz Y'all niggas straight fat This is for my niggas who ain't never had *** Ridin' around town with guns and masses Copped out for ten years and only had six All those ghetto hoods were only one bad bitch This is for my bitches who ain't never had *** Set niggas up for all they stashes Subcats for roadies and party classes Nasty hoes who stick it in they asses And yo, I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from I ain't never tell no bitch when I come I'm far from a lane, you will never see me run You know how we do it, beef jumpin' to it Mafia's the gang, max out the squadron Nine millimeter team, Mac-11 Marksman Who said we ain't rich? Kimbling, course of fortune Queen B, niggas shootin', anything crawlin' But now I want a song when I catch you niggas snorin' Any fresh event, you can bet niggas spawnin' Better leave town, catch a flight in the morning Get the cold out your eyes, somebody about to die Three niggas got beef, three niggas gotta go Hit em' all in a row like tic-tac-toe Where you start is where you finish at Showed y'all the meat and the fam, remember that Yo, this is for my niggas who ain't never had *** Ridin' around town with guns and masses Copped out for ten years and only had six All those ghetto hoods were only one bad bitch This is for my niggas who ain't never had *** Set these niggas up for all they stashin' Like catapults, roaches, and party classin' Nasty boys who take it in they absin'