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DJ Clue Lyrics

Yeah How many hitters can stand the rain
How many tough people can handle the difficult situations that come their way

(Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now)
I'm in charge of my record label and I'm calling the shots

This is only a test
This song is just a demonstration

La la la la la
Nonsensical syllables to fill out the rhythm

(What We told you it was commin)
I warned you that something was coming

La la la La la la la la
More nonsensical syllables to fill out the rhythm

(We in front of the scenes And in back of the scenes So what you gon do now)
We have influence both in the public eye and behind the scenes, so what are you going to do against us?

La la la
Continuing the nonsensical syllables

Bitches wanna front on me
Women want to act tough towards me

But know not to come to me
They know not to actually confront me

I keep ten glocks Ten rotts up in front of me (grr) Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin) Like they sayin sumin (Sayin sumin)
I keep ten guns and ten Rottweilers in front of me, as if they're attacking or warning something or someone

I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin (What)
I'm acting aggressively like DMX often does in his songs

My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow Thanks to Taebo I'm thirty two and O
I have a powerful punch that can knock someone out, thanks to my boxing training with Taebo

When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
When I knock someone out, people immediately call the police

Two for five spots I tear the rocks out Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here)
I sell drugs for cheap and clear out the area afterwards

Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin assholes)
Whether you're male or female, you don't want to mess with me

My revolver is a quick problem solver
My gun quickly solves any problems I may have

Don't never think I'm slippin (Why) Bitch I ain't dumb I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Don't ever think I'm vulnerable or unaware, because I carry a weapon hidden in my hairstyle

Hatin ass niggas I treat you like a bitch Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
If you're a man who hates on me, I'll treat you like a woman and use a fake penis to violate you anally

I got warriors that's three time felons Leave ya body swellin Leakin from ya melon And it ain't no tellin when the bodies start smellin Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
I have associates who have been in jail multiple times and will brutally attack you, leaving your body swollen and bleeding from your head. It's impossible to say when the smell of corpses will start and someone may even sell the story to the media.

The guns and thing you sing about bring em out Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought
The guns and other weapons that you rap about, bring them out to show me that you're not lacking any.

I'm a millionaire I ain't rhymin for the cash I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass
I'm already rich, so I don't need to rap for money. Instead, I'm going to sit back and let my associates attack you.

(Swallow it) Criminal I ain't tryna battle (Neva dat) on a ground or gravel Through four make the hollows travel
As a criminal, I'm not interested in battling anyone. I'll shoot you while on the ground or on pavement, with bullets traveling through your body.

I got Montana nines more tangled lines Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line
I have a lot of guns, and anyone who wants a chance with me needs to wait 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
I fight as aggressively as I rap, and other people envy my success but can't copy it. You'll die slowly, and you might as well close your eyes or wear a blindfold for all the good it'll do you against me.

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 (I like that)
See how powerful my gun is when I shoot it. I'll shoot three or four times and then reload, asking you where you want to be shot - in the head or the stomach. You're a weakling, and I like that.

When these Brooklyn niggas come threw Their jewels they tuck For what Intimidated how we hop out the truck Or the S type Jag Y'all niggas straight fag
When the people from Brooklyn arrive, they hide their jewelry because they're afraid of us jumping out of the truck or luxury sports car and intimidating them. Those guys are weak and cowardly.

This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit Ridin round town with gun in masses Copped out the ten years but only had six All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
This song is for all of my associates who grew up poor and now drive around with lots of weapons. Even though they were sentenced to 10 years, they only served 6. Also, the people in the poor neighborhoods only have one attractive woman.

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 is for all of the women who grew up poor and now trick men into giving them money, while they wear expensive watches and glasses. They're also promiscuous and take it in the anus.

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 M.A.F.I.A.'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
I don't need to tell anyone where I'm from or when I climax. I'm not a coward and I'll never run away. If there's a problem, we'll immediately jump into fighting. Our gang, M.A.F.I.A., is large and powerful, with members carrying various guns. We're definitely rich, with Kim having expensive jewelry. We shoot anything that moves, and if you're caught sleeping, it's your own fault. We'll likely have guns at any event, and those who don't want to be hurt should leave town. We'll kill all three in a beef, doing it quickly like a game of tic tac toe. Your starting point is your endpoint, so remember the meaning of family.