Oh, how many haters, could stand the rain, but it's only a test New Lil' King! Bigger Junior Mafia! Lil' Cease! Chinatown! What! Bitches wanna front up, but know not to come to me I keep ten glocks, ten rocks up in front of me Like they spraying something, like they saying something I get my ball going like I'm DMX or something My reach is like Louis, 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 slipping Bitch, I ain't dumb, I carry a stun gun Side of my hair bump, hating ass niggas I treat you like a bitch, strap on a fake dick It's sticking where you *** I got waltzes, that's three time felons Leave your body swelling, leaking from the melon And it ain't no telling when the body starts smelling Somebody took the story, sold it to Helen Keller Them guns and things you sing about bring a match Like I thought, you're having a gun drought I'm a millionaire, I ain't rhyming for the cash I'ma relax and let my niggas hit in your ass All y'all niggas is narrow, straight parrot Nigga like banger, make you swallow the barrel Criminal, I ain't trying to battle On the ground, the gravel Slip the four, make the hollows travel I got Montana nines, Montego line Who want to wine and dine with Brits, get in line I fight like I rhyme, niggas be 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 closed, might as well be blindfolded See how much my nine hold, blast my one Dos, tres, siete, cuatro, cinco, reload How you want a head of gut, 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 *** Riding around town with guns and masses Copped out for ten years and only had six All those ghetto hoods, we're only one bad bitch This is for my bitches who ain't never had *** Set niggas up for all they stashes Love cats from Waverly, they call these glasses Nasty hoes who stick it in they asses Hey 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? Kim Bling, course of fortune Queen B, niggas shootin', anything crawlin' From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin' Any fresh event, you can bet niggas spallin' Better leave town, catch a flight in the mornin' Get the cold out your eyes, somebody bout to die Three niggas got beef, three niggas gotta go Hit em all in the road like tic-tac-toe Where you start is where you finish at Show drive to meetin' the fam, remember that This is for my niggas who ain't never had *** Riding around town with guns and masses Copped out for ten years and only had six All together lookin' like one bad bitch This is for my niggas who ain't never had *** Settin' niggas up for all they stashin' Got cats and roaches with pretty glasses Nasty hoes who take it in they absin'