Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chinatown-Lil' Kim (Featuring Junior Mafiea & Lil' Cease), artist - Lil' Kim.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Chinatown-Lil' Kim (Featuring Junior Mafiea & Lil' Cease) |
Yeah How many hitters can stand the rain |
(Queen Bee Entertainment I’m runnin shit now) |
This is only a test |
La la la la la |
(What We told you it was commin) |
La la la La la la la la |
(We in front of the scenes |
And in back of the scenes |
So what you gon do now) |
La la la |
Bitches wanna front on me |
But know not to come to me |
I keep ten Glocks |
Ten rotts up in front of me (grr) |
Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin) |
Like they sayin sumin (Sayin sumin) |
I gets my bark on like I’m DMX or somethin (What) |
My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four |
Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow |
Thanks to Taebo |
I’m thirty two and O |
When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out |
Two for five spots |
I tear the rocks out |
Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here) |
Nigga or bitch you don’t want no problems (Fuckin assholes) |
My revolver is a quick problem solver |
Don’t never think I’m slippin (Why) |
Bitch I ain’t dumb |
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun |
Hatin ass niggas |
I treat you like a bitch |
Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit |
I got warriors that’s three time felons |
Leave ya body swellin |
Leakin from ya melon |
And it ain’t no tellin when the bodies start smellin |
Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly |
The guns and thing you sing about bring em out |
Like I thought y’all havin a gun drought |
I’m a millionaire |
I ain’t rhymin for the cash |
I’ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass |
All ya’ll niggas is narrow straight parrel |
Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel |
(Swallow it) |
Criminal I ain’t tryna battle |
(Neva dat) on a ground or gravel |
Through four make the hollows travel |
I got Montana nines more tangled lines |
Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line |
I fight like I rhyme niggas 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 close |
Might as well be blind fold |
See how much my nine hold blast my one |
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco |
Reload bitch |
How you want it |
Head or gut |
You soft like baby butt (I like that) |
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw |
Their jewels they tuck |
For what |
Intimidated how we hop out the truck |
Or the S type Jag |
Y’all niggas straight fag |
This is for my niggas who ain’t never have shit |
Ridin round town with gun in masses |
Copped out the ten years but only had six |
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch |
This is for my bitches who ain’t never have shit |
Settin niggas up for all they stashes |
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses |
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses |
I ain’t gotta tell y’all niggas where I’m from |
I ain’t never tell no bitch when I cum |
I’m far from a lame you will never see me run |
You know how we do it beef jump into it |
M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron |
Nine millimeter team |
Mack 11 mobs men |
Who said we ain’t rich |
Kim’s bling cost a fortune |
Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin |
From now on it’s on when I catch you niggas snorin |
Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin |
Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin |
Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die |
Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go |
Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe |
Where you start is where you finish at |
Show y’all the meanin of fam |
Remember dat |
This is for my niggas who ain’t never have shit |
Ridin round town with gun in masses |
Copped out the ten years but only had six |
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch |
This is for my bitches who ain’t never have shit |
Settin niggas up for all they stashes |
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses |
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses |