DJ Clue | Lyrics | Chinatown [Feat. Junior Mafia and Lil' Cease]

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

B****** 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 b****** bring the cops out

Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out then clear the spot out
Nigga or b****, you don't want no problems
My revolver is the quick problem solver

Don't never think I'm slippin', b****, I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a b****
Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you s***

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, b****

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 f**

This is for my niggas who ain't never have s***
Ridin' around town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad b****

This is for my b****** who ain't never have s***
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 b**** when I cum
I'm far from a lame you will never see me run
You know how we do it, b*** 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 b***, 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 s***
Ridin' around town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad b****

This is for my b****** who ain't never have s***
Settin' niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses