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    Dj Clue? / Lyrics

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    "Chinatown" Lyrics

    Dj Clue? feat. Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A. and Lil' Cease

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    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
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Kimberly Jones, James Lloyd, Antoine Spain, Jamel Fisher, Charly Charles.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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