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DJ Clue? Lil’ Kim Junior M.A.F.I.A. Lil’ Cease
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...Of how many haters can stand the rain
It's only a test
I told you it was comin'
What?
I can front on niggas and in fact, it's easy
So what you gon' do now?
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Wanna front on me, but know not to come to me
I keep ten niggas with ten rocks up in front of me
Like they sprayin' somethin', like they sayin' somethin'
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin'
My reach is like Louis, stiff eighty-four
Yours is like Evander, seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Tae Bo, I'm thirty-two and oh
When I catch a knock out, bring the cops out
Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out then clear the spot out
(La-la-la-la-la-la) You don't want no problems
(La-la-la) Quick problem solver
Don't ever think I'm slippin', bitch, I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggas, I'll treat you like a punk
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 start smellin'
Somebody took the story and sold it to Hellen Keller
Them guns and things you sing about, bring 'em out
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 nine blast
All y'all niggas is narrow, straight paro
Clap like banger, make 'em swallow the barrel
Criminal, I ain't tryna battle
On the ground or gravel, grip the four, make the hollows travel
I got Montana nines, Montega limes
Who wanna wine and dine with Bris? Get in line
I fight like I rhyme, niggas be thirsty for 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 blindfold
See how much my nine hold
Blast my one, dos, tres to the cuatro, cinco
Head and gut, you soft like baby butt
When these Brooklyn niggas come through, they jewels they tuck
For what? Intimidated how we hop out the truck?
Or the S-Type Jag, y'all niggas is straight fucked up
This is for my niggas who ain't never had shit
Ridin' around town with Glocks and masks
Cocked out the ten years but only had six
All those ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
This is for my bitches who ain't never had shit
Set niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Rolies and Carti glasses
Nasty bitches who take it in they asses
Ayo, 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
Know how we do it, beef, jump into it
Mafia's the gang, max out the squadron
Glock 19, MAC-11 marksmen
Who said we ain't rich? Kim bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee, niggas screw in anything crawlin'
From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin'
Any fresh event, you can bet niggas spoilin'
Better leave town, catch a flight in the mornin'
Get the cold out your eyes, somebody 'bout to die
Niggas got beef 'til these 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 meaning of fam', remember that, uh
This is for my niggas who ain't never had shit
Ridin' around town with Glocks and masks
Cocked out the ten years but only had six
All those ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
This is for my bitches who ain't never had shit
Set niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Rolies and Carti glasses
Nasty bitches who take it in they asses