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