Yeah, how many hitters can stand the rain? This is only a test   I told you it was commin   We in front of the scenes and in back of the scenes   So what you gon do now      Bitches wanna front on me but know not to come to me   I keep ten glocks, ten rotts up in front of me   Like they sprayin' sumin', like they sayin' sumin'   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 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   Nigga or bitch, you don't want no problems   My revolver is the quick problem solver      Don't never think I'm slippin', 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 the melon   And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start smellin'   Somebody took the story, 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 the ass      All y'all niggas is narrow straight parrel   Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel   Criminal, I ain't tryna battle 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   When these Brooklyn niggas come through   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' around 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      Aiyyo, 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      Mafia'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      Yo, this is for my niggas who ain't never have shit   Ridin' around 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