[Guy]:
Damn baby Can't believe you bagged Lil Kim.
[Biggie]:
Oh yeah that bitch on my dick man. She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch.
[Guy 2]:
Word?
[Biggie]:
I'm a knock her ass. But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though.
[Guy 2]:
I want to I want to man. But that bitch want some eatin pussy shit yo. I'm not tryin to fuck with that kid.
[Guy]:
Yeah but the other one. The little short one with the fat ass.
[Guy 2]:
Where?
[Guy]:
Thinkin right there. I'm think I could put it in the ass.
[Biggie]:
I'm a tell ya'll something. I'm a fuck Kim. I'm a take her up in the room.
[Guy 2]:
I want that one right there.
[Biggie]:
With the ponytail?
[Guy]:
Yeah
[Biggie]:
Yeah fuck her fuck her.
[Guy 2]:
I'm a fuck her good. Take that! Take that yo.
[Guy]:
No doubt.
[Biggie]:
We gon fuck the shit out these bitches.
[Guy]:
I'm gon take that out right now.
[Biggie]:
We gon fuck the shit out these bitches.
[Guy 2]:
That's anal right there.
[Biggie]:
Anal?
[Guy]:
Anal baby.
[Biggie]:
Fuckin anal. I'm don't give a fuck.
featuring Lil Ceaser
Verse One:
I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter Janet Jack me
take it in the butt. Yah Jazz whah
I got land in the Switzerland even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring baby it's a big momma thing
can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings
that's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage
Damn, boo, you see honey right there? The little one, yo
Oh, yeah
He ain't got no...nah, look at his shi...nah, he ain't got no cash
No, fuck that that chain probably B.I.G. chain
Hell yeah, you know Biggie's got the fuckin' dollars
Yeah, for real
You know, let's set that nigga up
Nah
Yeah
Only way you get that motherfucker is with some ass, yo
That's the only thing he want now
Suck his dick, he probably like that
He like menage-a-tois
Runnin' pockets, alright?
You know
Until that mother fucker be asleep or some shit like that, right?
Yeah, yeah, let's do that shit
Nah, there go the other one
Sayin they always let the motherfuckin dumb niggaz hold the cash
You know what I mean?
You know
Little Ceas, let's get that nigga
Nah, I'm, I'm scared'a dat nigga
You know he look...
Biggie gettin' ass on a regular basis.
But, so what
You never know, yo, let's just try that shit, yo
I'm goin' for mine yo, fuck that
S-W nine millimeter, check
Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm ready to go
Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
(Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana
Here take it - in case I don't make it
cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it
The way I see it, mmm, sexual
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake
One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch
and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics
And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him
And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA
Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..
Lose control.. got nowhere to go..
I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple
A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave
They at this resteraunt that serve African food
where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak
I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep
and she the one who told me where these cats is at
I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon!
Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh
We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)
The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches
(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz"
And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup
And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie
Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, masochist style
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese
My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider
And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum
Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then
My trigger finger started itchin
Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
and next second, you missed it
Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty
(Here, I only got one shot left!)
But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death
but he was helpless,
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge hammers, bitch with that platinum grammar
I am a diamond cluster hustler queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch, clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it
I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M and M's
Roll with the Mafia remember them?
Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up apostles, now strictly niggaz that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better
Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin' my pussy while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The Mafia you wanna be 'em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
Uhh, who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
Roll with niggaz that be thuggin', buggin'
In the tunnel in Eso's, sippin' espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the Lucci Creno
I used to wear Moscino but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
You think you greater, uh
You niggaz got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
Check my pitch or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sippin' Ziffendales, up in Chippendale's
Shop in Blooming dales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has, no problems spittin' cream with my team
Shit's straight like nine fifteen, you know what I mean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin' my rolex rich shit, I'm rich
Puff Daddy-
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch!
Come on, yeah
Uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit
Every thing you heard
Yo that's my word
You play the herd
And repeat every word
It get on your nerves
To see how we swerve
Watches that shine
Dimes with his and her furs
Straight from the curb
To the suburb
In the black suburb
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned
How this world turn
Thought it was over, huh
Now we returned!
To whom it may concern
When you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern
Nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence
Nigga ya heard?
Lil' Kim-
Y'all know who y'all are
Wanna battle?
Better call an end to all that shit
You legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show
Got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes
It's the original
And everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down
Don't you know I'm unstoppable
Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick and
And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing
The shower pissing
All up in your mouth
What? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do
(That's right)
We got a right to
(Come on)
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true
We the baddest crew
I'm far from broke
So why should I be mad at you?
Notorious BIG (Puff Daddy)-
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(Beotch!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(Beotch!)
Lil' Kim (Puffy)-
You must be out your mind
Or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
(Oh yeah and by the way)
(You got one more day)
(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)
Yeah bring it on bitch
You ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long
Wrong bitch
Got nothing but love
(But when push comes to shove)
We turn to thugs
(And we put on them gloves)
Commence to licking slugs
You ain't giving up
More bags zipping up
Fake thug, nigga what?
Notorious BIG (Puff Daddy)-
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
(All hail the king and queen)
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
(2000 baby, Bad Boy)
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)
(Rock on and on and on)
{dice shakin}
Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then it's on
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me
Chorus:
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Verse Two: Left Eye
Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
To the top and it don't stop
Chorus
Verse Three: Da Brat
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
Chorus
Verse Four: Missy
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, ladies night...*
{dice shakin}
Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then it's on
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me
Chorus:
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Verse Two: Left Eye
Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
To the top and it don't stop
Chorus
Verse Three: Da Brat
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
Chorus
Verse Four: Missy
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, ladies night...*
.. My Aunt Dot
left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*}
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you?
Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
My mom sent me; her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie
Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose
and I could see she was admiring my Minski suit
Then she handed me the note
Here - read this
I just stared her up and down
cause I couldn't believe this - then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you;
your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz.
I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends.
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib.
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice.
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her.
Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol -
and tomorrow is her first violin recital,
and she would be more than happy if you could take her.
Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later."
Damn.. what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, y'all hoes would get "gonged"
Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future
to bring back your head like Medusa
Girls be actin stink, and mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
I know it hurts.. (I'm killin y'all)
Uhhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
It's snowin and I'm tryin to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
and dress like me, and look like me
and Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin me for money, day in - day out
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
C'mon Shanice I'm takin you to my house in L. Conn.
(I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine
C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies
Crazy baguettes in my barettes; and,
H-class rocks inside my baby G shop
Fuck Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes!
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls
Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us
Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus
I'm the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E
but all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What what? I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I come cleaner
You know what? I like you; little big person
but rule number one - no cursin
Anyway, what you know about that?
You too young for that, when I was your age
I woulda got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
so she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two
"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
Why these bitches buggin out;
I mean, what's this all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train they don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was comin out the grocery store
I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
Through her in my backseat,
then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
so just pray I come home
and when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin white, no sex
And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
[Lil' Kim]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
1 - [Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
Repeat 1
Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever I graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that ass on fire
That's how you work with barbed wire
Carve my name in your face
Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme
Cocoa butter crème
That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Lil' Kim]
It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P Diddy introduced me to the business side
Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown, don't make me laugh
Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
They say we twins then I'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Puff Daddy]
Can you feel me?
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
It's not a game, we're back
And this time we're not going anywhere
Number one, that's my bitch
Recognize! Ya feel me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever I graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that ass on fire
That's how you work with barbed wire
Carve my name in your face
Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme
Cocoa butter creme
That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating
It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P Diddy introduced me to the business side
Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown, don't make me laugh
Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
They say we twins then I'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch
Can you feel me?
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
It's not a game, we're back
And this time we're not going anywhere
Number one, that's my bitch
Recognize! Ya feel me?
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carots nigga
That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll
And play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
[Lil' Kim]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
1 - [Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
Repeat 1
Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever I graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that ass on fire
That's how you work with barbed wire
Carve my name in your face
Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme
Cocoa butter crme
That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Lil' Kim]
It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P Diddy introduced me to the business side
Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown, don't make me laugh
Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
They say we twins then I'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Puff Daddy]
Can you feel me?
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
It's not a game, we're back
And this time we're not going anywhere
Number one, that's my bitch
Recognize! Ya feel me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Lil' Kim] (Puffy)
(Yeah)
This is it, this is the one
(That's what I'm talkin' about right here)
Aye yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one
(They ain't ready baby)
You ready? (No doubt)
Yeah me too (Let's do it)
[Lil' Kim]
If gettin' money is a crime, then I confess
It ain't about money, I could care less
I used to be a B now I'm a C breast
I get em hard, you handle the rest
My music like heartburn, burn your chest
Like a nigga stick the ax inside your backs
You be like, What the fuck was that shit?!
Gimme some more
I love my fans, gotta make 'em dance
Would I ever make a whack joint? (Not a chance)
All my male friends call me M M
Cause my pussy melt in your mouth and not in your hands
I'm just a bad girl always rockin' thongs
With the see-who's-stockin' skaters with the Lizzy's
Purpose with the deadbeats
Usually spotted by my Goldilocks
While birds movin' flocks, I'm movin' drops
Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range
Two of the same, it ain't a thang, pocket the change
Now I'm just doin' my thing enjoyin' the fame
Why not ain't no other bitches hot in the game
1 - [T-Boz]
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim, yeah everybody knows me
In a class by myself, never where the ho's be
I just avoid where all my foes be
Cause God damn muthafuckas is nosey
Wanna know what I'm wearing? What I'm drivin'? What I'm doin'?
Where I hang out at? Who the fuck I'm screwin'
Damn I move way out to the boondocks
So I can have a little bit of privacy
You bought a tiny ass condo
Way across the water with a telescope
So you can spy on me
You clowns belong in the circus
Steady tryin' to hurt us
Tell me what's the purpose
They say I'm prejudice, the only presidents that I fuck with
Is the ones that's dead, like the big heads
Never stingy with my Benji's
Got enough dough to buy the West Indies
Invest in Fendi's, own Laurendi's
Start my own doll like Mark Mindy's
Free all my niggas from the penitentiary
And keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century
Repeat 1
[Lil' Kim]
Uh uh, hold up, wait, hold up, wait a minute
You got a 5 and I got a 6
Back it up!
What's wrong with this picture?
Nigga pack it up!
I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh)
Yours is big but mines is bigger
Cause the Benji's is what it's all about
Do my ladies know what I'm talkin' about
If my shoes cost more than your car
Hah, don't expect to get far
You the kinda nigga that like to plot
Call your friends, tell 'em that you hit the jackpot
I keep razors in my box for all you womanizers
That's how much I despise it's up
I don't get it I ain't wit it
Can't see how other woman did it
Niggas screamin' gimme, can't get a penny
Yeah I got plenty
But you ain't got any?
Now picture me takin' my hard earned money
Throwin' it away by spendin' it on a dummy
All he gon' do is spend it on another honey
I say let the nigga stay bummy
I don't need a nigga I jerks it out
Take it old school and smurf it out
Give me a beat and I'll murk it out
Niggas know QB gon' work it out!
Repeat 1
[T-Boz]
Nobody do it to you better than us
Nobody do it to you better than us
Nobody do it to you better than us
Nobody do it to you better than us
[Puffy] (T-Boz)
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
Nobody
As we proceed to give you what you need
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
In 2000 baby
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
And we rock on and on
All hail the Queen
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
All hail the King
B.I.G forever and we won't stop
Roc-A-Fella
Undeas
Lil' Ceasar
Brizz, Lil'
C-Gutta, Money L
Trife, nigga Blake C
"Now you've seen this before;
don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy(?)"
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
It's the Ghost
And the Queen
I'ma shoot at most of your team
And I'm leavin with most of your cream
Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
I'ma kill a made nigga
And I'ma kill the witnesses
Y.O. nigga
Crooklyn bitch
Nigga bust off your hammer
And cook them bricks
If you really had dough like you said you did
We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
S.P. the Mack Milli'
Q.B. the Tech
Got the +Money+ and the +Power+
Now where's the +Respect+?
"Now you've seen this before;
don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy(?)"
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
It's the Ghost
And the Queen
I'ma shoot at most of your team
And I'm leavin with most of your cream
Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
I'ma kill a made nigga
And I'ma kill the witnesses
Y.O. nigga
Crooklyn bitch
Nigga bust off your hammer
And cook them bricks
If you really had dough like you said you did
We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
S.P. the Mack Milli'
Q.B. the Tech
Got the +Money+ and the +Power+
Now where's the +Respect+?
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am here live
Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T
I don't know what it take
I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry
How the fuck do you get in the industry and then stay there
Every time you come out you got some more hot shit
Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go
That's what the fuck I meant to do
That's living legendship
You just livin', that's how I've been
But if you don't watch your mouth
Somebody might take it apart too
from Money Talks soundtrack
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
not them playa haters, knahmsayin?
Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh
Verse One: Lil' Kim
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin with him
Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though
you ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin less than six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision (uhh) funny money vision (uh-huh)
No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
Just some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
Chorus: Andrea Martin
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
(repeat 2X)
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight
Verse Two: Lil' Kim
Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on em, shoes with the crocadile on em
But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I...
hate this nigga in the worst way
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uhh, It's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
Tryin hard not to throw him off
And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
and the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin, cause he keep frontin
He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come
Uhhh
Chorus
Verse Three: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease
As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
that my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm
contemplatin thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
"Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin
it's my nigga Blake C.
Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)
I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?
[Lil' Kim]
You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)
nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah
(oh oh) wha!
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
[uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
[uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
And back up before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
Bet it all playa fuck the price
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)
Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash
Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls
You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky
And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)
On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes
Used to clothes
And all my ghetto bitches in the projects
Coming through like bulldozers
No, we ain't sober
Bum bitches know better than to start shit
Niggas love a hard bitch
One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema
Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar
Kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never coming home
Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits
What? I'm loving this shit
Queen Bitch!
What bitch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached
Yeah nigga, picture that!
I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth
(Ay yo, come on here bitch)
Nigga FUCK YOU
(No, FUCK YOU BITCH)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a BITCH?)
Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y.
The BX, the chron-chron
And the list goes on and on
(On and on and on)
Like Erykah Badu
Once he drink the Remi down
Ooh I got this nigga now
He asked me did I love him
I said what came to mind like niggas be doing
Yeah baby, I love you long time
Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya
I might not even fuck ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
Niggas know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face
I'mma keep it real
For the dough I might kill
I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance
Cum all on his pants
I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio
I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?'
Hope you know you paying extra for this fuckin' third eye
Something about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth
'Fool, Give me my money!'
He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick
All they can do for me is suck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Baby I missed you
I missed you too
I waited a long time for this
So why you ain't come to see me, no commissary or nuttin'
I ain't wanna see my bird in no cage
But I'm ready to take care of you now
Now, after three years?
Three motherfuckin' years, nigga you know what
Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kids
It's the gangstresses, what you think this is nigga
Calm yourself, it's just a little robbery
You got strickin' with the poverties, starvin' me
Call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow
Spectaculous, miraculous
I practice this for a livin' like the Buddhism
Yom yom rain ge ki
Ask Tina, love ain't got shit to do with me and you
Or the 44 under the pillow with the dildo
I like to play while I'm workin'
And that's for certain, keep jerkin', I ain't done with you
Lights, camera, curtains, in a second
The show begins, invite your family and friends
They gots ta see this, oh they wouldn't believe this
You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe
I heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
Out on me by your man Big D
Stink Gucara I bought his life for 3 G's
Then some watches, then wet him like galoshes
No need to be mad they already gone
Him and your hitman had somethin' goin' on
We caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car
You know the place where the willies are always
Frontin' in they [Incomprehensible], sippin' Dom P's and Cristies
I reminisce how it used to be
On the run from police we bust shotties out of mazerattis
Bloody bodies in the telly lobbies
When in need I lie for you, cry for you
You know this down ass bitch woulda died for you
[Incomprehensible]
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me, baby
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe, yeah
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe
And I remember, how you said you loved me
With a passion, high fashion, who you askin'
To keep the tum numb, from index to thumb
Push the V's with the Coke from the DT's
Dope take the titties from city to city
I ain't seen a G off none of them ki's
At ease, when the cops came you gave them my name
Said if Ii didn't snitch you'd make a shorty rich
Bitch I copped the one to three just to see
If all the yayo and boy carryin'
On the Peter Pan and Maryland was worth the bitch marryin'
This nigga I so worked so hard for choose my life to be hardcore
Lost in the field no more, gats I couldn't feel no more
And now I'm the shit go by the name of Lil' Kim, 'The Queen Bitch'
And Mafia's the click, instead of playin' Don Dinero
I shoulda been scheming on your cream in the meadow
Don't pay to be nice but it's nice to pay
And if you die before you wake may your soul God take
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me, baby
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin' for you to spend a little doe
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me, baby
It don't take nuttin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do then I know you want it too
Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
(Niggaz got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fuck with different races
A white dude - his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
and he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin
Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
So, how many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
This verse goes out to my niggaz in jail
Beatin they dicks to the double-X-L; Magazine (uhh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby.. ohh.. yes ohh!
Jailer.. open up.. cell, block, eight
Alright nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen; get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggaz do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up North in the hole, they all wanna know
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
If you drivin in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggaz, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!) That's me the Knight Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street - gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 A.M. I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggaz even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggaz got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Baby tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh)
*scratched*
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
[Verse" 1 Lil' Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my badies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive
[Verse 2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
{*scratched*}
The Beehive
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon bitch
Beehive
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive
[Verse 3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Vee]
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Goldie]
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)
[Chorus]
Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggaz either do or they gone die
Gotta keep the Ratchett close by
Someone murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just another funeral service
Niggaz will get at you
Come through shinin', they yap you
In broad daylight kidnap you
Best get clap through
Police stay on us like tattoos
Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to
Money is power
Sling crack, weed and powder
Fiends come through every hour
It's all about that dollar
And we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured
By the lion in the concrete jungle
The strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble
It's the land of trouble
Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers
BIG comes first then the queen comes after
Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy
Put your lighters up, New York
Put your lighters up, D.C.
Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia
Put your lighters up, Detroit
Put your lighters up, Chi-town
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up
Now, let me give you a walk through
Show you what to do and you don't do
Where its not safe to go to
Them boys approach you
Better say quick who you close to
Don't come through if niggaz don't know you
'Cuz people is talking
The streets is watching
The G's is lurking
Stash the nine in the garbage
The life of a hustla
The life of a gambler
Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit
We don't play that
Out in Bk, not at all
For a pound leave your face on the wall
R.I.P in memory of
Never show thy enemies love
We get it on where we live
You better have a pass when you cross that bridge
Welcome to Brooklyn
Put your lighters up, LA
Put your lighters up, VA
Put your lighters up, Texas
Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans
Put your lighters up, St. Louis
Put your lighters up, A-T-L
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up
Damn homie, I'm so tore
And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more
We in the club like
(Damn homie, I'm so tore)
Lighting the dutch like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Passing the bub like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Back at the bar like
(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)
See, BIG done told you
I'm the hottest bitch on the planet
Biggest sex symbol, since Janet
There's a Nolte bandit
Laying in the cut like a bandage
Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish
Doing them damage
And if you don't understand it
Then let me give it to you in Spanish
Soy la senorita mas Linda del
Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio
Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto
You must of forgot though
So I'mma take you back to the block yo
Put you on to how we rock yo
Some are boosting
12-year olds prostituting
Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution
Niggaz, still piss in the hallways
Fiends get high on em' all day
The youth them bang at the cops off the roof
If you don't know my town is the truth
Welcome to Brooklyn
Now put your lighters up, New Jersey
Put your lighters up, Boston
Put your lighters up, B-More
Keep putting your lighters up, Miami
Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico
Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up
Damn homie, I'm so tore
And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more
We in the club like
(Damn homie, I'm so tore)
Lighting the dutch like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Passing the bub like
(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)
Back at the bar like
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
We 'bout to crush all competition
Ain't no chance for ya'll
Lil' Kim and Shanice, we 'bout to dance on ya'll
Like a flow in the club, it don't matter where you come from
USA to UK, shake ya bum bum
Sean Paul dime, keep my hair done all the time
Even got a manicurist in the booth while I rhyme
Initials on our jackets like Laverne and Sheryl
Kids rock my Queen Bee logo like a PowerPuff Girl
We stay on tour from summer to winter
And we rockin' public schools and daycare centers
Uh, united we stand, divided you fall
D flawless necklace look like a disco ball
Whoa, ya'll don't really want it with the whole Beehive
We goin' down in history, the illest gangstas alive
Put ya hands on your shoulders, push 'em up, push 'em up
If you feel it in your bones, shake it up, shake it up
Now I know I ain't grown, but that don't stop me
From shakin' my anus
See I'm 'bout to blow, I'm soon to be famous
Now me and Lil' Kim on the same track is crazy
Matter fact you can call that amazing
Back to back, shakin' our bum bums
Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums
In YO, that's where I come from
My talents official, act up, the hounds'll come get you
You can catch me on my toes in them D&G; flip-flops
Hopin' outta mommy's new bergundy six drop
What, I can't stop what I do for real
It's like for ya'll I just got to prove my skills
Oh, I got a ring filled with all baguettes
Nails done, fresh do, be no regrets
All I ask is that ya'll show respect
While I do my thing
And shake it up with the coolest Queen, uh
(Uh)
Jack Be Nimble (Jack better be quick)
It's the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain't spit)
Like that news van *There they go again*
(On NBC to) *Nickalodean*
Sophisticated bad girls (Ya'll them mad girls)
Ya'll them birds everybody done had girls
While dudes sendin' me diamonds and pearl sweaters
(They little brothers send me sneakers and love letters)
Next to Bill Gates, I'm tryna be runner up
Like the elevater shaft, baby girl is comin' up
(It's the ill collaboration from the Brook to the Yonks)
No more franks for this ma, now it's lobster and conck
To my kids in the hood, this one's for you
(Grown folks and grandmas can shake they bum bum too)
So come on (Come on) Come on
*Come on with it now, get up, get up
Due to the fact that there are some people
Like the lady over there said she was
Who thinks I'm dirty
I really couldn't give a shit but
'Cause y'all buy my records
Them same ones be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it
While all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me
All dem a chat 'bout, don't even budge me 'cause
Mi no owe nobody no explanation
I convert it over to di Almighty one
When dis bad gyal come out
We jus run dem in di morgue and dem can't come out
Some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth
Some a di dutty niggaz need to jus shut dem
Lil' Kim stay hot
Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foot yacht
Man this hatin' don't stop
Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me
I know my vet's in the game got to feel me
'Cause from the gate I brrrr-raaa down the door
Like Eddy Murphy, I gave it to you raw
Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor
Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core
A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me
'Stead a doin' them, they'd rather do me
Watchin' them is like a Broadway play
Sittin' next to the Queen is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn
Why y'all frontin' you know who the best be?
I'm the reason why the game so sexy
Tha originator, tha trend creator
Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me
I know what you mean, she's such a fuckin' lady
Yes, I am, that's right, I was raised that way
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
If a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh, heard dat
No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect
You see your words don't mean a thing
Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh
The Fed's pinched me for shootin'
But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music
This jealous muthafucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch
Probably go home, listen to, 'How Many Licks'
Stay away from 5-0, that's that hip-hop cop
These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught
You see when you on top, niggaz want what you got
Even though they idolize you, they still criticize you
So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman
You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human
And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just between me and mi God
And if mi waan fi shack out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just up to me
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down
No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh, heard dat
No money, no love, sistas, no money, no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
Ladies and Gentleman my I have your attention,
it has come to my attention,
that your ragedy bitches always got a mothafuckin' opinion about somebody,
what somebody should've been doin',
what they should've been wearin',
what they should've been doin' wit there mothafuckin money,
why don't you get a mothafuckin' life bitch,
you've been ragedy when Lil Kim first came out and ya ass is still ragedy,
that why you got time worry about what other mothafucka's is doin,
it's Queen Bee bitch, not Pawn, not Rook, not Knight, Queen
you ain't no mothafuckin' royality matter a fact just do me a favor and shut up bitch,
I don't even like bitches talkin' bit.. wait hold on let me say somethin' to ya,
this is what your doin and this is what I need you to be doin',
see watch hold on ...... see even I could do even a pimp can do it,
you see how I can shut up thats what the fuck you need to be doin is to SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH.
Never a flaw
A different kind of high
Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh
Ladies and gents
Your dopest host presents extravagence
in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains
Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
Throw it to ya jaw, uhh
Never a flaw
Never before, have you seen such magnificense
in the black princess, yesss
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy
Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me
Call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggaz lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta
hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand
with the in-sane clan, man listen
My position is lieutenant
Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off
Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
Yeah, enough glorifyin
Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
bout the clothes they be buyin
Some stores won't even let you whores in
Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass, all crews
Bitches still drinkin booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
like the bag, the Prada mama
Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana
Inhale this, clench your fist
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
Can ya, picture this
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours
Boring huh, I'm warnin ya
Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
when I fuck with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas then rock the shots of liquor they
make me cum quicker rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly you think
you ballin but your body's callin free fallin all in fuck the bumpin and
grindin have you jumpin and whinin while I'm climbin i be doin groups
like Troup body rockin H-Town or Horace Brown watch out now Baby face
can pay da rent and cook me five meals what the deal on that Prince cat
he be lookin kind of fruity but he can still eat the booty Brian
McKnights tight Joe is lookin kinda slow and oh what about D'Angelo I
want some of that brown sugar and what watch this rap bitch bust all
over ya nuts like
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick (dreams of
fucking and R&B; dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B; dick
I fuck mike sta flyway fuck dem LaDae cats and one on dem resemble Craig
Mack I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vision pussy eatin position
to go to shower pissin I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto now
Im skin deep in da Lexus Jeep peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit
Mista they'd be lickin blackberry molasses out my asses Jason who da
fuck time ya wastin I got no patience for little dick tastin I'd rather
go Solo so I can get some Heaven and be the fuck out After Seven All for
One and One for All I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of yall and
if ya Immature than Im out the door I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.
I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore Montell Jordan ain't scorin
Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble make him an example with this
pussy sample her we go you didn't know Joe was my hoe Tony Rich my bitch
I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide and when Im done give me a
high five.
You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case We got to drink a
pace for me to participate don't playa hate you didn't school with me Im
Lil' Kim (Lil' Shanice)-
My Aunt Dot left a glot, there's some blood on the sheets
Told me to clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her neice, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the Salender, what?
She don't know I like my guns pretty
Like my boy Pastor Troy with the twin Glizzy's
I haerd a knock at the door
To my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you? (What up, I'm Shaince, don't remember me?)
She called me by my government name Kimberly
Who sent you?
Lil' Shanice-
My mom sent me
Her name is Dotty
She packed a note in my knapsack, along with a shotty
Lil' Kim (Lil' Shanice)-
Heh, she was cute and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
Bararri hiking boots with the mink Bubble Goose
And I could see she was admiring my mink ski-suit
Then she handed me the note (Here, read this)
I just stared her up and down cause I couldn't believe it
Then I opened it
It said bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends put a bomb in ya Benz
I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's ya cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her
Besides, she looks up to you
You're her idol, and tomorrow is her first violin recital
And she would be more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number is on back of the paper, hit me later
Damn, what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along? And make hit songs
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, ya'll hoes would get gone
Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? Come on, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long
I've got plans for future to bring back ya head like Medusa
(Chorus)
Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)
Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)
Lil' Kim (Lil' Shanice)-
Uh, we in the Range and it's fucked up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
Dress like me, and look like me
And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin' me for money, day in and day out
And last but not least, the grimmiest one Tiesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
Come on Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in Alpine
(I wanna go with you)
Uh, be quiet and we'll get along fine
Lil' Shanice-
Come on please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies
Crazy brogette's in my barrets
And H-class rocks inside my baby G-shots
Fuck Barney and Lambchop, I don't love them hoes
But anything goes when it comes to bank rolls
Diamonds on my toes, X and O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Stick little Lincoln and Dutch, them take 'em to Toys 'R Us
Make them spend they G's, then kick 'em out, make 'em catch the bus
The S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What what, I like the gleam
Know what I mean?
Ever see the Professional? Well I can clean
Lil' Kim (Aunt Dot)-
You know what? I like you, little big person
Rule number one, no cursin', but anyway
What you know about that? You too young for that
When I was your age, I would've got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
So she can fill me in a little more about the plot
Hold on, 9-1-7 5-3-8-2-1-2-2
(Hello?) Yo, what's the deal?
Body's gettin' spunnin' out, I mean whats this all about?
Aunt Dot-
See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
They don't want you to win no more
But probably don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why they ain't your friends no more
The other day when I was comin' out the grocery store
I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door (For real?)
Yep, and I choked the bitch out
Placed one to the heart
Tied up her hands and feet, threw into my back seat
Then I dumped her on a dead end street
The other two, yeah, they still linger
But don't lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just play and come home
When we hang up, get rid of your phone
Lil' Kim-
Woo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed
No wearin' white, no sex
And when she get vexed, guess what happen next?
Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be continued...
(Chorus)
Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)
Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)
Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
(Niggaz got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fuck with different races
A white dude - his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
and he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin
Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
So, how many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
This verse goes out to my niggaz in jail
Beatin they dicks to the double-X-L; Magazine (uhh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby.. ohh.. yes ohh!
Jailer.. open up.. cell, block, eight
Alright nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen; get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggaz do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up North in the hole, they all wanna know
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
If you drivin in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggaz, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!) That's me the Knight Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street - gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 A.M. I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggaz even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggaz got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Baby tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah....uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
Let me tell you
In the MAFIA's land where there's one boss and one clan
Yes mans they surround us like steaks in pans
All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty's priority in this fam
Where life's initiated ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant
Like me the Don Juan Miss Yvonne
the sweat-a the money gett-a
Copin mad cheddar
Stevie's all Wondering how I got in this position
One day Frank was fishin' for competition expidition
Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
Push the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano
I lay gently in the Bently through binoculars he seemed popular
Givincci socks Cartier coolats
H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick like lukemians, receding hairlines
Watch how genuine his gold mine decline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
Minutes before I dropped her the blow! blow! blow!
Like a parol-e the bitch violated
So how you like it coffins or creameted
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
Street murders, thug parasites
We official no fake gators
Coppin' fire arms with dug missles
We leavin scar tissue
That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
Mob nigga what! threw the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
Damn how could a deal for a couple mill
Result to such violence
And throw our whole shit off balance
Yet still, they pat me down from all angles
Trapped inside this devil's triangle
Like Bo I had the Jangles
And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked
The other must be mixed with black
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks
Before this chops
I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box, etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop
I got away with everything, the cash and the stash
So now I'm titled mission acomplished
My man was astonished
He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
Stinkin! I know what this nigga thinkin'
Damn she's too little, too pretty, too quiet
The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life
Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
We increase the price, uuhh
Will the court please rise?
Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing
Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society
She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty
For the vicious acts
She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law
Pardon me your honor
May I address the bench?
They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt
* Coughs
Excuse my persona
I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer
Ever since I killed ‘em
I ain't been in trouble since
It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms
And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms
See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm
I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom
(Stop!)
I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped
They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top
(Oh she's lying!)
Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor
Fingerprints all on the door
Need I say more?
Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow
Ploom! Queen off her toes
They fell down like dominoes
I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix
What was I do?
Sit back and just take this?
Yo I tell you now
If I lose this debate
Like in Dead Presidents
I'm going out like Lorenz Tate
See I ain't gon be stupid
I'm gon take all y'all to the shift
I should be able to say what I want
What the fuck I plead the fifth
(Now Kim, Kim)
Fuck that Cee-lo
I got to save the world
The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl
Uh with all due respect your honor
Excuse my client's temperament
Who has had social intelligence?
With so much innocence we have to implement
She was slightly out of place
But if you grant us a grain of your grace
I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case
Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes
The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose
Your children, your lovely wife
I mean look at her
The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things that I've seen
That I've seen
And Lord I cry, I cry
From the things I've seen, ooh
If you only knew the things I've been through
Oh yeah
You'd know why
You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry
Order! Order! Order!
Order! Order! Order!
Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts
And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort
The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops
Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot
They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders
Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder
(He was in on it too!)
Yeah
(I should've known)
Yeah
(Objection your honor)
Yo objection overruled
I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury
To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty
Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate
Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State
Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you
And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move
So they took precautions
Grenades from all force and
Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn
But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck
Shot back other bitches would've folded up
Now that's my kind of bitch
I know I'm the judge
But I love that bitch
And I'm coming with her
Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down
Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial
Look it's a setup
Yo Kim come on
(I'm right behind you baby)
Yo Kim come on
(I'm right here with you man)
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things that I've seen
Heavenly father... Creator of all things
I humble myself... As I bow to the throne
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness
I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness
They say the closest ones to ya
Be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya
That's why now I keep my friends to a minimum
Check for the ones wit the venom on they tongue
'Cuz niggas is snakes, they hugs be fake
Steal from they best friend at his own wake
I did all I can do and I took all I can take
This is it, crossin' me was ya biggest mistake
And was it enough that I split 20% of what I make?
Was it enough that I cut niggas half of what I bake?
Ain't enough that I almost lost all my bread
Bailin niggas out, keepin' a roof over our head
Enough is enough I wash my hands I'm done wit it
I ain't playin wit u motherfuckers come wit it
Keep the fam together God knows I tried
But shit ain't been the same since B.I. died
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... every night
Keep the fam together God knows I tried
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... and every night
Shit ain't been the same since B.I died
Lil' Kim the first rap bitch to shake up the charts
Act like I ain't the leader of this Million Bitch March
Who got y'all rockin' the Prada
The Gucci, Dior, Chanel, Versace and Louis
Please, I'm the reason this rap game is unisex
I'm the reason bitches want bigger breasts
Show some respect where respect is due
(Without who?) Without me there'd be no you
These next few lines it to you women abusers
Last nigga I was wit... straight fuckin' loser
Niggas think 'cuz you give 'em ya heart
They can... dissect it and rip it apart
Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy
You lost a good bitch nigga you can't front
Lil' Kim is EVERYthing a man could EVER want
And that's real
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... and every night
Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day, yo... every night
Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy
When the... money is gone (So is ya friends)
When the... gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense, I'm keepin' it real
Wanna do business wit me? Get in touch wit Hill
That's right any questions? No you can't ask me
Put ya name and ya number on a letterhead and fax me
U want Kim? Name the location
75 grand and that's just for conversation
I'ma remain loyal while y'all crumble like the foil
It's tradition to rock diamonds in my crown, I'm royal
Niggas ain't believe in me, they thought it was over
Baby girl risin' up like the early mornin' sun
Y'all think y'all know but y'all have no idea
What the fuck I been goin' through these last 7 years
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day, yo... and every night
They just don't make my breed no more
Word, that's it... (I pray for love... )(Every day, yo)
(I pray for love) I'm the last of the Mohicans...
(and every night) after me
there will be none... (I pray for love...)
(I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)... and every night
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I'm sayin... I just wanna be happy, that's all I don't ask for much
It makes me happy to see my people smile you know what I'm sayin
I ain't a hater, I don't even like sayin' the word
(Nobody lives by the code of the street no more)
I'd sacrifice everything I got right now to have my man Biggie here wit me
You see that's just how I am
'Cuz I'm a rider (Keep the fam together god knows I tried)
What good is it to have everything
if you can't share it with the one you love?
If you can't be wit the ones you love... then love the ones you wit
Don't take nobody for granted
You ain't promised tomorrow
Karma's a motherfucker
I'm appreciative (Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy)
"Now you've seen this before;
don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy(?)"
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
It's the Ghost
And the Queen
I'ma shoot at most of your team
And I'm leavin with most of your cream
Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
I'ma kill a made nigga
And I'ma kill the witnesses
Y.O. nigga
Crooklyn bitch
Nigga bust off your hammer
And cook them bricks
If you really had dough like you said you did
We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
S.P. the Mack Milli'
Q.B. the Tech
Got the +Money+ and the +Power+
Now where's the +Respect+?
UNDEAS
Lil' Ceasar, the bitch pleaser
Uhh... uh, check it
Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease
Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude
Or we tastin like food when we get in the mood
Listen girlfriend we don't mean to be rude
But anything I touch come straight to the rear
I take chickenheads like the Playmate Of The Year
Cause when I first met her, she had the Lex and the 'tegra
Game real good, sex was even better
I got it for the cheddar once I hit it in the sack
Cause I'm Cease a.k.a. Long Dick from the back
Yo shorty won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be right here just chillin witcha people
You know Junior M.A.F.I.A. was just a preview
I know I had you open, so why I'ma leave you
Especially when I know yo' man is fee-ble
It's Cease Degenaro, you know how we do
My game is tight, we do the same every night
I'm smooth as the words that come from Frank White
You messin with city kings with glissy rings
That's gonna show you good time pretty thing
Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin exotic
by somebody, short, dark and chocolate
You got it? Any plans to tape yo we stop it
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah we all about a profit
I'm the right dude to get you in the nice mood
It's a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail, the Queen)
But it don't matter (but it don't matter)
Cause you ain't got nuttin, for us (you ain't got nothin.. for us)
So as long as you live, remember this
You can't fuck with Queen Bee.. Queen Bee.. Queen Bee!
All you haters will see.. see.. see!
Don't be mad, I can't put this - money in a casket
I can't put these - cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I day
I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin that you wrote this song
But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
You better off takin heed from your boy Jada
I know you, hate dyin - but you gon' die a hater
I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y'all nearsighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light - baby watch 'em glow
Red yellow and green - don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
From "Hardcore" to "Notorious" you studied my flow
And still..
Whether ya, slingin the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry, down to Wall Street
They ask:
What is she like, what does she need?
What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please
Be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires, in this whole world
Just cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
You ain't gotta be filthy rich, but you can't be cheap
I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God damn self
And if you spiritual, got a good heart and can make me laugh
And can fuck..
You can get with Queen Bee.. (y'all can get with Queen Bee)
Queen Bee.. (yeah, ye yeah) Queen Bee! (awww)
Take you to ecstasy (she gon' take y'all to ecstasy)
Ecstasy.. (do it to 'em Queen Bee) Ecstasy!
(Yeah.. it's yo' time baby, it's yo' time girl!)
Ain't nuttin gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer, and richer
So like it or not, I am who I am
When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
Now take it to the bridge
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that feel good?)
(Full Force sing the break one more time, c'mon, c'mon)
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that sound so nice?)
Gotta let 'em know
Let 'em knowowwwww (let 'em know Bee!)
Can't see the Queen (Give it to 'em Bee)
Queen Bee (give it to 'em Bee) Queen Bee! (yea yea, yeah)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none, but you could call me Miss White
Most people know me as, Lil Kim the head of the La Bella Mafia
Oh, shoutout to my girl Victoria Gotti and the whole family stay up
This time around I ain't takin no shit, this time around I never get bit
This time around I switched up my flow
Got rid of the pits and put rotts by the do'
This time around it ain't like befo'
This time around I'm gon' crack ya jo'
The feds is watchin me so I can't do much
Speak the wrong words bitch and you will get touched
I'm back on the scene my favorite color is green
I'm buildin a empire got a whole new team
Pimp game is strong, raps is just harder than they ever been
You can never win
Made my way through Hollywood fashion world adores me
Music's my first love a nine to five bores me
Love me or hate me Lil Kim come through
My fans across the world I came back for you
I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you, all my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin on me all these bitches hatin on me
I came back for you, the mink rockin Benz coppin keep the bottles poppin
It's the real hip hop mami check the facts
I'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum raps
Like the sand in the hour glass you out of your time
Tried to go against the queen is you out of your mind?
Even be at number two, your chances is slim
Cause when God made Adam, he should've made Kim
I gave a few passes but I never forget
It's enough I got to put up with this Doo Doo Brown chick
Now you and you wanna come at me from all sides
I'm gettin money, don't think I just be lettin shit slide
I'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't know how ta
Rock this Hollyhood thang y'all need to let me style ya
Come back, to the light ma, I started the shit
How soon we forget I'm the heart of the shit
So keep your tacky ways and go back to your stripper days
As long as I'm around, you gon' bow down
I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you, all my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin on me all these bitches hatin on me
I came back for you, the mink rockin Benz coppin keep the bottles poppin
This time around either your in or your out
This time around you better watch your mouth
This time around you gon' hang or bang
This time around you better do your thang
Cause I'm the best that ever done it, the best that lived it
I ain't no overnight success goddamnit I was born with it
The Prada mama, the Dolce and Gabbana drippin
The Blue Hypnotic Martini Mimosa sippin
Y'all better team or get it together
Or you, you and her can get it whenever
Huh, I got a army y'all can't harm me
If the show was on the other foot you probably try to starve me
Don't get your life tooken I know I got you shooken
[Puffy]
Where my Queen at?!
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh huh
Yo, Bad Boy
Queen Bee, B.I.G.
Come on, come on
Uh, uh huh, that's right
Check me out, Q.B.
Uh, uh, uh
[Lil' Kim]
If I could make it rain
I'd make it rain diamonds
So all my girls in the world could keep shrinin'
From Princess cuts to emeralds to H-classes
Yeah, I failed math, but bet I passed the E-class
Went from Chanel No. 5 to two point five
The Melrose resident, every rooms a president
With the lift in wagers, bet ya'll haters can't match that
You're six digits short to catch that (what)
Your net year gross it 20 thou' on commission
My net week gross 100 mil in addition to to the Dow Jones
Stocks, restaurants out in Rome
Plus all the overhead
And the interest on them loans
1 - I want diamonds
She said she wants a man to buy her a Lexus Lans
But that's all right (that's all right)
But still it ain't enough for me
I want diamonds
She said she wants a guy
To do it to her every night
That's all right (that's all right)
But you gotta go down on me
[Lil' Kim]
I had bitches rockin' the red, yellow and green wigs
Cats in they raps tryin' to act like B.I.G.
Remember when Big told ya'll "Get Money"
Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies, check it
If I could separate all the game from the glory
I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story
Cause now a days niggas ain't sayin shit (word)
Runnin off at the lips about what they gonna get
And what they had in '86
I puts them on the spot
Pull out the lap top with the receipt for the yacht
What you got?
Niggas be mute all of a sudden
What, I pushed a button
Shit, that ain't nothin'
[Tonya]
I don't care if he's young or old
Just make him very rich
I just want someone that can spend on me
I want diamonds
Yes I do (girl)
Oh, on and on
And man with lots of dough
And a house that's made of gold
[Lil' Kim]
There's only one thing better than money
Come into my bedroom honey
[Lil' Kim]
Then we can have a drink or two
Cosmos, if you ghetto this Bud's for you
Here's a few
So he can be nice, when I show him this ice on my chest
That I bought with his American Express
I'm a mess, never the less
I'm authentic
Ninety-nine percent B.K., one percent N.J.
Excuse me cause what I'm tryin to say
Is if you ain't thorough
Stay out my borough
Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pyros
And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros
Uh, and ya'll buy your suits in portions
I get mine's from an auction
Million dollar dress that belongs to the Princess
While ya'll shopping at Sax
I been there, done that
Got the sweater and the hat
[Tonya]
I want diamonds
Oh, yeah on and on
Gimme all your money
With a lots of drops
And a house that's made of gold
I want diamonds
[Lil' Kim]
Just gimme scent of Bahamas
And sections of your money
Ya'll know I am the Queen Bee
Baddest bitch in this industry
(I want diamonds)
Just gimme scent of Bahamas
And sections of your money
Ya'll know I am the Queen Bee
Baddest bitch in this industry
(I want diamonds)
Intro: Lil' Cease
Undeas (uhh... uh-huh)
Lil' Ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, Queen Bee)
Uhh (uh-huh, that's me)
Uhh, check it (Lil' Kim)
Verse One: Lil' Cease
Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease
Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh
Hook: Notorious B.I.G.
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
Verse Two: Lil' Kim
Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
While you count your jewels thinkin I'ma cheat you
The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
And I'll be doin things that you won't regret
Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!)
I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don't blush, just keep this on the hush
Hook
Verse Three: Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim
While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude
You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a
Works from the dealers, all in chinchila
Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch
I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick
Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian LaCroix
Hook (repeat 4X to fade)
[Puffy]
Where my Queen at?!
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh huh
Yo, Bad Boy
Queen Bee, B.I.G.
Come on, come on
Uh, uh huh, that's right
Check me out, Q.B.
Uh, uh, uh
[Lil' Kim]
If I could make it rain
I'd make it rain diamonds
So all my girls in the world could keep shrinin'
From Princess cuts to emeralds to H-classes
Yeah, I failed math, but bet I passed the E-class
Went from Chanel No. 5 to two point five
The Melrose resident, every rooms a president
With the lift in wagers, bet ya'll haters can't match that
You're six digits short to catch that (what)
Your net year gross it 20 thou' on commission
My net week gross 100 mil in addition to to the Dow Jones
Stocks, restaurants out in Rome
Plus all the overhead
And the interest on them loans
1 - I want diamonds
She said she wants a man to buy her a Lexus Lans
But that's all right (that's all right)
But still it ain't enough for me
I want diamonds
She said she wants a guy
To do it to her every night
That's all right (that's all right)
But you gotta go down on me
[Lil' Kim]
I had bitches rockin' the red, yellow and green wigs
Cats in they raps tryin' to act like B.I.G.
Remember when Big told ya'll Get Money
Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies, check it
If I could separate all the game from the glory
I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story
Cause now a days niggas ain't sayin shit (word)
Runnin off at the lips about what they gonna get
And what they had in '86
I puts them on the spot
Pull out the lap top with the receipt for the yacht
What you got?
Niggas be mute all of a sudden
What, I pushed a button
Shit, that ain't nothin'
[Tonya]
I don't care if he's young or old
Just make him very rich
I just want someone that can spend on me
I want diamonds
Yes I do (girl)
Oh, on and on
And man with lots of dough
And a house that's made of gold
[Lil' Kim]
There's only one thing better than money
Come into my bedroom honey
[Lil' Kim]
Then we can have a drink or two
Cosmos, if you ghetto this Bud's for you
Here's a few
So he can be nice, when I show him this ice on my chest
That I bought with his American Express
I'm a mess, never the less
I'm authentic
Ninety-nine percent B.K., one percent N.J.
Excuse me cause what I'm tryin to say
Is if you ain't thorough
Stay out my borough
Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pyros
And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros
Uh, and ya'll buy your suits in portions
I get mine's from an auction
Million dollar dress that belongs to the Princess
While ya'll shopping at Sax
I been there, done that
Got the sweater and the hat
[Tonya]
I want diamonds
Oh, yeah on and on
Gimme all your money
With a lots of drops
And a house that's made of gold
I want diamonds
[Lil' Kim]
Just gimme scent of Bahamas
And sections of your money
Ya'll know I am the Queen Bee
Baddest bitch in this industry
(I want diamonds)
Just gimme scent of Bahamas
And sections of your money
Ya'll know I am the Queen Bee
Baddest bitch in this industry
(I want diamonds)
[Lil' Kim]
Listen to the don
There's nothing you can do
To make me run away from this game here, this game here
And there is no emcee
To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you from the start
I will break your little heart (uh huh)
There's nothing you can do
So just respect the don
There is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, better listen
I'm gonna, murder them, murder them
Any competition I'm gon' murder them
I'm gonna, blow off they whip
blow off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip
When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit
When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this
I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I ain't got all day
Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay
Got things to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here
[Jay-Z]
All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov'
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, four cases pendin'
Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
It's Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off
You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
Little fucks you, go play
PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
L-Y-N, stay out my way
Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end
Chorus:
[The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Y'all niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
[Lil' Kim]
Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky
Haters watch your back
We might bust one in ya eye
It's going down tonight
So don't get outta line
Enough men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the planet
This girl, never troubled no-one
But if you trouble this girl
It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
What a bum bum
Repeat chorus til fade w/ Kim:
Bum bum BI bum bum
What a bum bum
What a bum bum
[Snoop] + (Lil' Kim)
Yeah (uhh)
Whassup baby? (uhh, uhh)
You wanna lick sum'in? (This, is, the, G-mix)
Don't be scared.. I don't bite
Lick sum'in, lick sum'in, lick sum'in (uhh)
Get ya lick on
(This, is, the, G-mix)
[Lil' Cease] + (Snoop)
(When I'm fuckin off gin I'm invincible)
Don't love no hoe (That's my principle)
Cause ahh.. (Bitches come)
And ahh.. (Bitches go)
That's why I get my nut and I be out the fuckin do'
Say knick, knack, give ya dog a bone
Which one of you broads Cease can take home
Cease is a freak, big brown and large
Fuck with the hoes, big light and tall
It take two to make the thing go right
Strip, flash, titties, ass
Oh, no, Cease-A-Leo baby
All up in that ass, you so crazy
I'm a freak from the heart and I'll fuck for y'all
And your mouth hit the spot where I rest my balls
I pimp to die, and my mob pimp for me
That's why Cease never eat chicks for free, you feel me?
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How many, hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it take
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin it)
But how many, hot licks does it take?
[Snoop Dogg]
Break breakin a bitch
Take takin a bitch, to a whole 'nother level and shit
Man, I didn't really wanna take her there
Because, she kept on pullin on my underwear
I don't send for hoes, I pimp for hoes
I do this for dis and dose
"Figaro, Figaro.."
Nigga we got hoes, we got hoes.. we got hoes
Fo', five, six, seven.. licks
Now mami, lick it again
Eight, nine, ten, eleven.. twelve
Now tell all your friends
Bring Keisha, Evette, and Shamika too
Brandy and Sandy and lil' bitty Candy
And we doin this all night long
Get ya pick on lick on, and your proper freak on
[Chorus]
[Lil' Kim]
(This is the G-mix)
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hoes
I'd like to present to you
(This is the G-mix)
The winner of the Gangstress of the Year Award
Introducin the Queeeeeeeen..
I don't need no introduction, they know who I be
Female mack with the gangsta rap
How many licks niggaz just not knowin
So a bitch like me don't stop flowin
My money green and it don't stop growin
Ice like the winter and it don't stop snowin
M.A.F.I.A., that's the crew that I bang for
Grew up in the hood now what the fuck I'm gon' change for
Vuitton sweaters wit leathers and amourettas
Berratas inside of but still nobody do it better
Huh, ya never seen this stroke of genius
Put the cleanest meanest lips on ya penis
It's like that once you lick the kitty cat
Niggaz don't know how to act, leavin diamonds in my ass crack
Now all my niggaz now, all my bitches now
C'mon like Nelly, c'mon take it down down
[Chorus] - repeat to fade
Feat/Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
Intro
I don't give a fuck, yeah yeah yeah
As we proceed to give you what you need
Queen Bee, muthafuckas, B.I.G, muthafuckas
Junior Mafia, muthafuckas
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Lil' Kim]
Snitches wanna front on 'em
Know not to come in
I keep ten glocks, ten rocks up in front of 'em
Like they sprayin' somethin', like they sayin' somethin'
Get my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' (what?!)
My music is just like Lewis, stiff 84
Yours is like Evander, seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Tyro, I'm 32 and "O"
When ya'll catch a knock out, these fools cop out
Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out, the clear spot out
Nigga or bitch, you don't want no problems
My revolver is a 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 treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick, and stick you where you shit (ha ha)
Chorus
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
[Lil' Kim]
Took three years off and mapped my shit out
Stitch up my game plan and get closer to God
Give me an inch, I take a yard
Oh lighten up, ya'll know I was comin' back real hard
By the power that was investin' in me
Faith rested in me
I can't quit now, too much money's invested in me
To my nigga B-I, this ones for you baby!
All these niggas wanna be Kings, but fuck, these niggas crazy
Blowin' the spot for ya (yeah!)
Keepin' it locked for ya (yeah!)
Rock for you, ain't a nigga I won't pop for you
Bitches want my title, ain't a slot for you
Now it's a cold, cold world, I keep it hot for you
(What?!) Ya'll cats know who I am
(What?!) I love those who love Lil' Kim
(What?!) I'm back again, the mic' eater
The dick beater, the pussy skeeter
But I...
Chorus
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
[Lil' Kim]
Put five carats on the "Fuck you" finger
Any haters in the crowd, give them the "Fuck you" finger
If you think you can ball with the Queen
Handle the repercussions
Our guns bust in English and in Russian
Nas veralouba katadevra
Ney dolce, gaberine, barooski, dasvidanya
Niggas stand in line, pay a fee for me to kiss 'em
Twenty-one's the lucky number, once the "E" is in the system
One night with the Q.B., and niggas need maturity
Keep my pussy tight like the President's security
I'm sometimin', that's right, I change like the year
Those chips from the Casino, and the room is rear
I'm the Queen!
I've got special privileges
We ain't equivalent, how dare you insult my intelligence
Now I would like you all to recite the words to this song
Cause you thought I was goin'
But the Queen lives on!
Chorus
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
[Opera singers]
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
f/ Phil Collins
from Urban Renewal (Phil Collins Tribute)
What we gonna do right here is go back (go back)
Way back (way back)- back into time (into time)
Chorus:
(Phil Collins)
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
(Lil' Kim)
Keep still in the shit, killin the rhyme
The Queen stay poppin the wine and cockin the nine
For those who think they stoppin my dough
Wanna copy my show, wha
I'm switchin my flow, can't take it no mo'
Oh you think I'm playin around
I'm layin ya down
Album drop, new millenium shuttin it down
Better off givin it up, I'm rippin it up
Spendin money, livin it up, not givin a f**k
Hiding the tote, runnin the coast
Makin niggas catch the Holy Ghost
I'm realer than most, wha
The trendsetter, the Brooklyn repper
You know the routine
Smoke you like a ciggarette-r
We've been, out in a bit
Y'all still talkin shit
Ain't that a bitch?
What part of the game was this?
(Lil' Kim singing)
Millions I'm holdin'
Drop tops rollin'
Diamonds on my neck
And Bentley ballin'
Me and my niggas gettin' high all day
Straight to the top, 'cause we on our way
(Lil' Kim rapping)
Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
That's right I got something for y'all
Something for y'all, wha
God bless me, look at all I've been through
It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?
Chorus:
(Phil Collins)
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
(DJ Clark Kent)
JM, JM
Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
PC, PC
Clark
(Phil Collins)
Well I remember.
(Lil' Kim)
...back when it used to be the eighties
Said the world was gon' end in 2000 (that's crazy)
I'm the only thing to fear
For the new year
New year, and if BIG was here (woo)
Get the fans, we the ones to talk
We die real on the streets
So watch where you walk
And you can find me, usually
Talkin' dirty to a cat thugged out
Or even kinda nerdy
Lil' Kim, Lil' Cease and JM
Taking over like a plague on a town
All y'all can do is pray and watch it go down
Like when the ball drop
My fam's all I got, we keep it gangsta
Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
That's right I got something for y'all
Something for y'all, wha
God bless me, look at all I've been through
It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?
(Phil Collins)
Well, if you told me, you were drowning
I would not a lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well I was there and I saw what you did
Saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
(Phil Collins)
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
All my life
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
(Clark Kent)
Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch!
Come on, yeah
Uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit
Every thing you heard
Yo that's my word
You play the herd
And repeat every word
It get on your nerves
To see how we swerve
Watches that shine
Dimes with his and her furs
Straight from the curb
To the suburb
In the black suburb
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned
How this world turn
Thought it was over, huh
Now we returned!
To whom it may concern
When you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern
Nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence
Nigga ya heard?
Y'all know who y'all are
Wanna battle?
Better call an end to all that shit
You legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show
Got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes
It's the original
And everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down
Don't you know I'm unstoppable
Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick and
And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing
The shower pissing
All up in your mouth
What? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do
(That's right)
We got a right to
(Come on)
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true
We the baddest crew
I'm far from broke
So why should I be mad at you?
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(Beotch!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(Beotch!)
You must be out your mind
Or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
(Oh yeah and by the way)
(You got one more day)
(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)
Yeah bring it on bitch
You ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long
Wrong bitch
Got nothing but love
(But when push comes to shove)
We turn to thugs
(And we put on them gloves)
Commence to licking slugs
You ain't giving up
More bags zipping up
Fake thug, nigga what?
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
(All hail the king and queen)
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
(2000 baby, Bad Boy)
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)
featuring Lil' Cease
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, where's all my single ladies at?
Where's my single ladies at?
Single ladies clap your hands
They say my music too hard and my mouth too nasty
Clothes too tight and my ass too sassy
I'm a love goddess haven't you heard?
Jehovah's my witness, spread the word
And all scrubs get kicked to the curb
Before you holla at me throw a few dollars at me
I see you got a brick in your pants
Would you like a table dance?
The boss lady make you pay for the sex
Then shake my ass like I'm at a Greekfest
No cash, I take Traveler's Checks
For an extra five g's you can have my address
The things I do I take a real risk
A lot of people think that I'm a real bitch
Don't judge me by the words of this song
Cause the media they got me figured out wrong
1 - I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
I ain't got nothing to hide, my pussy ain't for free
Just like the Benz I drive you out of your mind
Some people think that I'm nasty, I just like havin' a good time
[Lil' Cease]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo that single life shit, that be me
Front ass at the bar, where the chickens be?
Got two hoes, Tonya and Tiffany
Finger in the drawers and we downin' Henessy
Then I hit the door slide to the ride
Now I'm gettin' head in the Q-45
That's LV, minors is six and up
With the big atennas that be sittin' up
I'm livin' it up, drink Cris, piss in the cup
With a bunch of birds that willin' to fuck
I love life, no doubt so fuck a hoe and a wife
Peace and love to all my sluts and my dikes
Cease never treat a bitch nice
I wanna bitch that smoke and don't get an appetite
I fuck to die cause my mom fucked for me
That's why my niggas never sling dick for free
Feel me?
2 - I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about Cease
I have no love for hoes, my dick just ain't for free
I keep a lot of pussy on my mind
Some people think that I'm nasty
I just like fuckin' all the time
[Lil' Cease]
See some niggas do, and some niggas don't
Pay for the pussy, some niggas won't
See, I ain't the type that can say "I Don't"
Once the bitch see the six, I ain't gotta do shit
[Lil' Kim]
You can be Cash and I'll be Tango
Bingo, you know just how this thang go
Niggas wanna get with me without the ching-ching dough
The Green Bling flow, I don't think so
[Lil' Cease]
I jumps out like "Beotch! Who the fuck you with?"
On some real Jigga shit, haters suck my dick
If you out for the ones then out come the guns
Once I call the duns, then out come the slugs
[Lil' Kim]
I got an island name Queen Bee
And a dog that's a Pickanese
What you call romancing, don't tickle my fantasy
Put your money where your mouth is, talk is cheap
Buy me a country and a monkey, or don't even come to me
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
[Lil' Kim]
C'mon dice
C'mon dice
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mekenos, Greece
just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
This is for my millionaire glub golfers
Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggaz 'cross the face with a Centurion Card
who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
In the Contintental T, magnolia B
.. (man, she doin it way big)
I'm comin through Hummer stuntin, and I'm frontin
Workin that LaBurke and, Ermez bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H-R-E rims
(uh-huh, doin it way big)
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of farragut faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop, 30 or more in Christian D'or
They gotta, close the store and let me shop some more
We go to, Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
(now that's what you call doin it way big)
As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be (doin it way big)
We greet our guests at the door
with champagne and cigars that read (doin it way big)
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
And office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in, without a QUeen Bee members only jacket
that reads (doin it way big)
C'mon dice
(one more time now)
C'mon dice
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About a gangsta-ass bitch, y'all know so well
It started way back, in history
With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G.
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!
Now here's a little story I gots to tell
Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanelle
Tought you how to get money and pop Cristal
Even gave y'all tips on ridin cock as well
The Beehive, sticker say "better beware"
If it's buzzin in the spot you know my boys is here (bzzzz)
Cause we in the parkin lot, you know the toys is there
Pushin drop Bee wagons, two doors, ya hear?
Hold it now, the Queen's sittin in the chair
Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair?
Will the real Kim stand up? It's frauds in here
I'm bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year
(Lights out!)
When we come to the clubs they be like (hold it, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs they be like (hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin right (hold it, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHHH!
Now all my all my all my bitches rub ya titties (if ya love Biggie)
And all my niggaz grab ya dicks if you feelin a bitch
I'm in the middle of the dancefloor (go Kim, go Kim) killin the shit
With the Belve', tryin not to spill any shit
You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
You a, sensitive thug, lemme give you a hug
Y'all thirsty-ass niggaz take this bottle of bub
I'm the, First Lady, so I can't lose
Because of me y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes
Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide
Now hold that, yo Havoc, let the beat ride
And since Frank White taught me how to play the game
La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign
They put my album in the street like they pump the 'caine
I'm like bleach - Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain!
I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein
I might give a, little head to {"hold it, hold it now"}
All we ask is y'all show respect
Cause we don't want talk, big homey, just cut the check!
Now I'm sittin outside in my 6.6
Just signed a lil' deal bout 6.6
Used to transport bricks and make 6.6
If you look in my garage I got 6 joints
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my badies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct
The Beehive
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon bitch
Beehive
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)
Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit I don't share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
I skeet it up, straight beat it up..
.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke
I got the magic clit
I'm on fire, lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
Lil' Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
.. and I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya HIGH!!
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(I got the magic clit)
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
(Magic stick) I got the magic bop
HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT
(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
Hello?
Hello
Is this Lil' Kim?
Who's this?
Don't worry 'bout all that
I found your number in my man's pocket
Well shit bitch!
Give it to him then!
No wonder the mothafucka hasn't call me yet!
Look at your fuckin' groupie ass
Stealin' numbers and shit
Wha? Fuckin' bitch!
I'mma see your ass at the mothafuckin' concert
Does she do it like me?
Does she work that body?
Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie
Do she handle it like she got a deep throat?
I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke
Does she like to have sex high off the X?
Try it with me and tell me who's the best
Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat?
Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep?
- Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you
Is she drop-dead fine?
Does she like it from behind?
Is she fly?
Do she got a style like mine?
Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it?
Tell you how you feel when you inside it
You love me, and I know she know
Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go"
Girls know not to leave they man around me
I get my hands on 'em
He puttin' rent and a Benz on me
I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher
Did she tell you that?
The bitch is a liar
People spend doe to see me spit fire
And niggas give they life to be with me for one night
I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty
Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see
I bet you she don't even know how to kiss
And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this
And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you
And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch!
Come on, yeah
Uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit
Every thing you heard
Yo that's my word
You play the herd
And repeat every word
It get on your nerves
To see how we swerve
Watches that shine
Dimes with his and her furs
Straight from the curb
To the suburb
In the black suburb
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned
How this world turn
Thought it was over, huh
Now we returned!
To whom it may concern
When you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern
Nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence
Nigga ya heard?
Y'all know who y'all are
Wanna battle?
Better call an end to all that shit
You legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show
Got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes
It's the original
And everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down
Don't you know I'm unstoppable
Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick and
And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing
The shower pissing
All up in your mouth
What? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do
(That's right)
We got a right to
(Come on)
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true
We the baddest crew
I'm far from broke
So why should I be mad at you?
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(Beotch!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(Beotch!)
You must be out your mind
Or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
(Oh yeah and by the way)
(You got one more day)
(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)
Yeah bring it on bitch
You ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long
Wrong bitch
Got nothing but love
(But when push comes to shove)
We turn to thugs
(And we put on them gloves)
Commence to licking slugs
You ain't giving up
More bags zipping up
Fake thug, nigga what?
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
(All hail the king and queen)
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
(2000 baby, Bad Boy)
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)
I need you, got to have you
Yeah whatever
I was sitting at the bar
When this real horny guy came over
(Hi how are you doing? How are you?)
He said won't you let me take you
On a ride in my Range Rover
I said you can't be serious
My Bentley's right outside
Plus your breath smells like shit anyway
- Oh I need you, oh
Gotta have you, oh
Just wanna touch you, oh
I need your love, yeah
Right now
Everybody's on the dance floor
And this fool is still behind me
I am dipping through the crowd now
Hoping that he doesn't find me
He said baby where you going?
(Lil' Kim I love you)
Then he grabbed me by the hand
And dipped my body to the ground
And said
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut
See the party don't stop till the casket drop
Like a six double O with the plastic drop
Damn is that all you got
Hmm baby give it one more shot
Got a body like what-what
Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt
Like it when you sing that song, oh
I know you wanna see my thong
Right now, right now
I need your love baby
See.. some niggaz don't know how to act..
so I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit
and start burnin down niggaz cribs
When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit
even though I was a bitch playin hard to get
Cause see I never felt this way in my life
It didn't take long before you made me your wife
Shoppin sprees and puttin money in my pockets
Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets
And my girls, knew you wasn't no good
They told me bout them broads you was fuckin in the hood
You said I was a diamond, and you was like a pearl
So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl?
Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings
and "Heartbreaker" is the song I sing (c'mon, c'mon)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(Do you know, who I am?)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess around)
Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan
Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin on
Then one day you hid my birth control pills
Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels
When you got rich I helped you run your company
for eleven years, and now you wanna dump me?
And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you
and then some bitch you was fuckin said she was havin one too?
You wrong! Nigga dead wrong, you know the song
"Don't know what you've got til it's gone"
After the fight, the other night, and we both went to jail
I burnt all your clothes up, I was "Waiting to Exhale"
(That's right)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(I'm the Queen Bitch)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, now hold that)
Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days
Flirtin, not givin a fuck, what?
Got you lookin in the mirror sayin, "Damn!"
Sick thinkin bout the next man fuckin this tight pussy
Niggaz want me, even though they got a honey
If I'ma be number two, they givin me some hush money
Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you
cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nuttin you can do
I'm that Bitch, don't you ever forget
Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit
Now he cryin, he beggin, "Kim let me come back"
Like Mark Morrison, "Return of the Mack" baby!
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Y'all niggaz don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Cause I'm not the one)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
I gets right to the point -- no time to play around
When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down
Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me
I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy
You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you
Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled
They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world
Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch
Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga pass that!
We rollin in tinted Nav's
TV's in the dash, see we love the cash
To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass
(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave.
Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks
and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops
The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic
My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic
I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets
that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress
"Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime
Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is -- custom made
Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid
Yo yo, ay yo, yo
Think it's 'bout time that I heat y'all up
Y'all easy bake oven chicks, eat y'all up
Like a ex pill I'm a keep y'all up
And y'all ain't stop me from burn, y'all just don't learn
(What's the word?)
She at it again
(What's the word?)
She in it to win
(What's the word?)
She back and she's staying'
(What's the word?)
The bitch ain't playin'
And just when y'all thought y'all had the victory
The one point game I fucked around and hit a three
Swish, all fuckin' net
It's the fourth quarter you're pourin' down sweat
Rap's M.V.P. don't you ever forget
Since you came in this game are there any regrets?
And y'all, dukes are lame don't let 'em back in
What? You ain't heard? Keep at it again
Yo, it's cold at the camp but I'm in it till it's over
Notorious soldier thought I told ya
Niggas is pissin' me off right now
But like that dance, I'm a shake 'em off right now
Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
Move work from your block to your block
The neighborhood better keep they fuckin' door locked
Beanie told y'all but I got proof
I speak the truth, every time I step in the booth
Uh, pretty things is all that I mean
Better listen to the words that she sings
(What's the word?)
She at it again
(What's the word?)
She in it to win
(What's the word?)
She back and she's stayin'
(What's the word?)
The bitch ain't playin'
And now I could see why y'all all on me
You need a hot remix you could call on me
Niggas do dirty work the shit fall on me
But I could hold that weight and still bake that cake
We get it on in Brooklawn no lie
Bed Stuy holla back B.I. till I die
We get it on in Brooklawn no lie
Bed Stuy holla back B.I. till I die
Get money always but I ain't givin' up rap
Come on now, y'all should know me better than that
I mean, this is somethin' I'm a veteran at
Buy me out, you need more cheddar than that
Who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
Move work from your block to your block
The neighborhood better keep they fuckin' door locked
I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
I give 'em a taste they just want more
Word on the street is I'm who they waitin' for
(What's the word?)
She goin' for delf
(What's the word?)
She 'bout to reinvent herself
(What's the word?)
She reppin' the hood
(Yo what's the word?)
Yeah, the bitch look good
I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
I give 'em a taste they just want more
Word on the street is I'm who they waitin' for
(What's the word?)
She at it again
(What's the word?)
She in it to win
(What's the word?)
She back and she's stayin'
(What's the word?)
Yea-uh, fuck that, yo, I want some pussy tonight
I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit
Only because she got some money for me and shit
I think about fuckin her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, but check it
How you spell cash? C's and some hash
At last, a nigga kickin game full blast
How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles
Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel
And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle and his pants too little
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit
The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit
Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free
So all you got to do for me is just
Make your way to my king sized bed
And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread
Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead
Just gimme some head, gimme some head
If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it
If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it
If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it
If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it
Some bitches do and some bitches don't
Ride a dick til he bust-shit I know I won't
Niggas cum too fast for me
A waste of a good dick if you ask me
I like a nigga like to put his back in it
If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it
All I get, few strokes that's it
This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit
Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy
This nigga here bust off snorin
He straight, I knew this date would be borin
I wanna wake him up to do his duty
Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty
You wanna steal the pussy like a thief
Now kiss the lips without the teeth
So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru
Goodnight to you too boo
Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington
But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw
You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo)
Well if he cum up on your chest slow
If not then your not down with me
Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G.
Capone, Nino, or Bugsy
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us
I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath
We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'
Honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me
We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks
Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money
You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man
Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'
Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock
Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked
I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town
Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down
Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S
My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest
My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest
Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this
We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off
Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off
It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T
Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch
Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust
Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club
Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut
If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit
Then I snatch that chain
When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends
And his Benz, make him cash that train
Come out the dark and get the lights on
Turn together, get it up
Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck
I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'
Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that
Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm
Well come over hear I got a little heat for that
AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump
Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip
And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk
Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves
And duct tape I can get what I want
Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches
Swizz Beatz (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
I introduce to you (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
The Queen Bee (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?)
Ladies and Gentleman...
It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee
I am who I am, you just can't change me
No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me
People been around me for years, don't know shit about me
Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat
People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not
That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes
Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes
What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone
Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone
One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green
The trendsetter's back on your TV screen
This is who I am (This is who I am)
This is what I be (This is what I be)
People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round)
Tryna change me (Tryna change me)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
About five feet even, kinda small in the waist
Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face
So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes
Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe
Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes
More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes
I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes
Anything goes when you play with the pro's
I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars
Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars
I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars
This is who I am
I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin'
Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison
With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks
Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus
But God made me what I am today
So I say things ya'll afraid to say
Just 'cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest
He who burns last, burns the longest
Fuck what they say about me
Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G.
The Queen of New York, let's get this straight
I'm about to be elected mayor of 718
If you in the club
You are listening to the sounds
Of the
Queen Bee baby
Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby
Mashonda on the hook
I go by the name of... the Monster
Swizz Beatz
You are listening to the Queen Bee
[giggle]
I don't care what ya'll say
(Whoa!) It's time to rock & roll
(Whoa!) This time I'm in control
(Whoa!) Right now I own the streets
I got the keys to the city
That's 'cause I get down
(Whoa!) It's time to rock & roll
(Whoa!) This time I'm in control
(Whoa!) Right now I own the streets
I got the keys to the city
That's 'cause I get down
Sometimes I wonder, how I made it this far
With all these people hatin' on me, ya'll know who you are
Take a chance and try to come up, in this game bein' a star
Now I own the keys to a brand new fancy car, baby
It's my turn to burn, and now I'm gonna rub it in your face [giggle](whoa!)
When will you learn, I'm a queen and I'll put you in your place [giggle](whoa!)
(Whoa!) It's time to rock & roll
(Wha!) This time I'm in control
(Whoa!) Right now I own the streets
I got the keys to the city
That's 'cause I get down
(Whoa!) It's time to rock & roll
(Whoa!) This time I'm in control
(Whoa!) Right now I own the streets
I got the keys to the city
That's 'cause I get down
Bounce..bounce..bounce..
How dare you try to go against the glorious hun
I'll slaughter you son, it's over, the story is done
You can be number two, but I'm second to none
What you forgot Queen B's the notorious one, uh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby..
I'm cream de la creme, so you can never play me
See I'm more than a lady
I'm more than a lover, more than enough for ya
Please try understand me
I'ma stay at the top, cause I don't give a damn
I don't care what y'all say, I'ma keep doin me
Ya'll can't fade me
(Whoa!) It's time to rock & roll
(Whoa!) This time I'm in control
(Whoa!) Right now I own the streets
I got the keys to the city
That's 'cause I get down
Yo.. I just don't understand
Lately, it seems like.. I don't know
It just seems like.. it seems like
Everybody wants
My style, my life, my blood
My shoes, my clothes, my gear
My watch, my rings, my chain
My cars, my money, my home
My body, my sweat, my tears
My power, my fame, my strength
My shit, my this, my that
Bitches, please!
If you don't stop;
Someone's gonna find yo' ass dead (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna poison your food (this is a warning)
Someone's puttin tags on your toes (this is a warning)
Someone better pray for you (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna get yo' keys (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna open your door (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna creep in your house (this is a warning)
And put the {*chk-chk*} straight in your, mouuuuuth
... This is a woman's, THREAT (this is a woman's)
Have you ever heard the story, about the M.A.F.I.A. tip
See Big Poppa was shot, a long long long long time ago
And when he was killed, he left me with the throne
And now it seems like, everyone wants my blood
Don't stop, no no
You'll be sorry
Keep doin it, you'll see
You'll be cryin
I know, whatchu doin
Cause I'm watchin
Hohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa!
(Yo', it's goin' down now)
Aiyyo Tim man this the G-Mix right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Queen Bee, Mobb Deep)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the remix
Lil' Kim, Mr. Cheeks, M-O-B mix
Pump the Jag, come through in the V6
By the end of the night, I'm in the G5th
All we wanna do is dance
The way I eat tracks, call me Ms. Pac-Man
And if the fans don't fit in the minivan
Murk out in somebody's Sedan
You thought the Sprite can was off the meter
Imagine what I'd do with a two litre
You see my nipples gettin' hard through the wife beater
Fuck the tele, we can do this in the two-seater
Got every color diamond in the cross
I ain't scared to crossover, ya'll niggas is soft
My man follow me everywhere of course
To hear my theme music, muthafuckin' "The Jump Off"
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
(It's the Jump Off)
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
(It's the Jump Off)
Ayo, I do it no other way but the live way
Hoppin' in my truck, brand new Porsche in driveway
How I'm livin', ball out 'til I fall out
Brawl out, bitch niggas we call out
I run with a mean pack, sticky green jack
Mobb Deep and 'em, we fam, got the Queen back
Peep the situation, the jump is jumpin' off
I'm on the low in the cut touchin' somethin' soft
Ain't nothin' like it, sex, weed and cash
I love gettin' smashed, I love hittin' ass
Floss back, smells good and toes out
Bought the bottles of Hen rock, and Moes out
Every spot we go in, it blows out
Queen Bee got hot shit, yeah no doubt
Listen, we keep it poppin' in here
Ain't no stoppin' in here
It's the Jump Off remix with Mobb up on it
Since Quiet Storms niggas had them blocks, had them corners
Them glocks, them revolvers, them problem solvers
Niggas fallin' in love with these hoes and fallin'
Yo', this is Havoc talkin' to a professional nigga
Talkin' 'bout guns, though he just ain't credible
Come to sets with Lex and the duke
And here's the catch, if you never had that itch
You won't squeeze for the scratch
You know how many in the hood bleedin' for that
While you talkin' out your ass and are weak with the tech
Lil' Kim is still that bitch
Burn everything I love, let a nigga stunt on me and the grub
We hide up in back of the club, you know we got a mint
Somethin' to make a shotie look like a Snub
Shorty if you ain't jumpin' it off, the fuck out
The last ain't you ain't leave, buggin' the fuck out
My whole life is one party with millions of jump offs
And Bunsy called before a nigga jump off
Niggas wife be the next man jumped on
She pissed at you, the man has some fault
All she wanna do is feel loose
And free to be herself, we fuck like animals
There's a celebrity orgy at the crib
Call Kim and the mo'fuckin' Beehive crew
They got the whole bar and me armied
Too much pussy, nigga be drunk of punnani
A Brooklyn-Queens thing, when we get it poppin'
Gun fire couldn't stop us from rockin'
Certain niggas can't live they life
They can't party with us, 'cause they scared of they own kind
We in the jump off everytime
Like eight or nine deep with them things and the whole nine
It's jumpin' off like that now
Queen Bee, she back now
Yo yo, Mobb Deep, Mr. Cheeks
Ayo it's goin' down like this man
The party's jumpin' off
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
B.I.G., rock-rock on
Uh huh, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
Queen Bee, rock-rock on
Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof
Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that
She rap but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks
Your career is on the rocks again
Yeah, I'm back on top, what?
You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com
Read the 27th Psalm, sing along
The Lord is the light of my salvation
Thou shall fear when He calls
So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood
Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!)
Still that's not all, bitches have the gaul
To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches seekin' publishing checks
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer
Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya
Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo
Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas
Yeah, I see ya'll!
Colorful minks and things
Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings
Once, got to switch my pitch up
Pin-stripped suits with gauders with vests
Black pearls around the neck
Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious
How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious
Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble
You can never be me, you can only resemble
Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out
One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches on them publishing checks
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
Stop wastin' all of your time
Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin'
Don't know that she's the Queen
Why can't you see?
Ya'll should just believe
Everyone's trying to tell you
If I talk freaky - then that's my business
If I dress freaky - then that's my business
Got folks praticin' how to spit like this
Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this
HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me
In five years, you'll be as nice as me
But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready
I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
You say you love me well boy you must prove it
Benz chris brown maybach's six dueces
You know I love the stones no I don't mean zodiac
Diamonds are a girls best friend where my homie's at
Love a rich boyfriend nothin can compare to him
American expressess' african american
Yeah, and I don't even gotta ask for gifts
Ups real ballers send me packages
Cop mad models in the club oh you ballin' hard
So he won't mind when I max out the credit card
Just like in the bed boy your wallet gotta last now
Copy cat fab and tell em throw it in the bag
Spend a million bucks
You ain't did nothin' till u spend a million bucks
You ain't seen nothin till you spend a million bucks
You ain't ballin' nothin till you pull out the cash and splurge on my ass [x2]
Spend a million bucks yeah presidents how they greet me
Honeysuckle, that's what he taste when he eat me
If your money counts low then ya can't talk
Need ya bank account bigga than my fans hearts
Yeah, and lil kim is like a landmark
Spend it all that's the more you stand for
Yeah I know you nigga's like to front a lot
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!
(Kim)
Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby
(Uh, uh, uh)
Let's go!
Ah! Ready or not here I come
I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai
Win more skins than a crack without dunja
Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
(Mmm-da-da)
Eat it like a Kit Kat
Forge a climax, replay back
Lil' Kim records hit the streets
DJ's wanna spend that back like
Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team
While most of y'all broads is just drag queens
It's gonna take years before you match our cream
And only in your dreams can you see what we see
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
It's the years 2G, things about to change
Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane
Your girl is lame, huh what?
Want a bitch like me what, huh?
If it's diamonds you want
Baby I got 'em
Money in a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you say?
Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?
Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay
Put your money and your jewels up one at time
And if you lose this game all this shit is mine
What you got?
Full house, triple ace and two kings
Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me
I win give it up!
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
When it comes to status call me Dr. Ruth
I ain't a prostitute I just speak the truth
Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference
A bitch like me gives it on the first date
Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait!
Cause uh y'all know how I get down
(How you get down?)
Niggas from the East know how I get down
(That's right!)
Cats from the West know how I get down
(West Side!)
From the North to South say can you get down!
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Queen Bee, 2000
Get your backs up off the wall
Dance come on
Dance come on yeah
Dance come on
Notorious K.I.M.
J.M. come on
B.I.G. come on forever come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) I see you come on yeah
What?
Here's another one
What?
(Uh-huh uh)
What? Uh!
Here's another one
(Uh-huh)
Uh! Uh!
Live from NYC it's Q.B.
The heavy weight champ female emcee
Girls say they different but uh see
In all actuality they wanna be me
This chick running around with this stink ass gap
And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
You ain't a star
And your record company know that
How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?
I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned
I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm
If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you
I'm getting money now
Them bitches in the hood they can have you
Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit
For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen
Better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit
I'mma make you sniff
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme
You ain't a murderer
Nigga please come off that
I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped
Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga
You dumb ass nigga
Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path
Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float
We gangsters
Real gangsters b
Gun in the greenroom up at BET
We gangsters
Real gangsters nigga
Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
We gangsters
We gangsters bitch
Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
The moral of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch
And you ain't BIG dick
Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss
Well shit I'mma break it down like this
Lot of rappers in this game
That's cool but uh
Only one of us could rule
You see its sort of like being in school
I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience
And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes
You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes
You know bitch I'm worldwide
Can't you see?
Open your eyes
I got you by a landslide
Y'all mad cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real g's do the gangsta boogie
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must
Kim blow past hoes tell 'em 'Eat my dust'
Cause um, I gets busy with my bad ass
Straight from Brook-lawn, Vietnam, Baghdad
Cause I'm a get you high like that stick-icky one time
One verse from the Queen is like sniffin' a line
Higher than a fever, ya best believe her
This young viva senorita flow tighter than a two-seater
Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' these haters like a waitress
Back to the basics
I got the game in a chokehold, better take a No-Doze
Sleepin' on Kim is a no-no (UGH)
The capital Q-B, now take it to the E-E
I'm bringin' things to light but you still can't see me
I flows like the monthly you can't cramp my style
Can't take the pain here's a Motrin child
You already know it's Ms. G.O.A.T
Numero U-N-O, now here we go
I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
But still I
(Rock on with ya bad self)
I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
But still I
(Rock on with ya bad self)
Think ya hotter than me? YALL STUPID
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the UNDISPUTED
Lyrical champion, dough I stack it
My verse crazy I write with stray jackets
You can't hack it, some try to backstab
I drive by them haters while they try to flag cabs
Hate to brag but fuck it why shouldn't I
'Gini with the top off, why wouldn't I
I was tought by the streets so how couldn't I
See right pass niggas like BIG's crooked eye
BOOM! BAM! GOT DAYYMMM!
I'm hittin' so hard I be shakin' the land
KIM GET IT CRUNK
Like the speakers in ya trunk, got you feelin' drunk
Off the rhythm that I give 'em
Spit that venom, in 'em, honey girl be killin 'em
Yea, I put that on my unborn kids
Kim run this shit, man you know what it is
I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
But still I
(Rock on with ya bad self)
I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
But still I
[Lil Kim:]
Shitted on 'em
I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
All these bitches is my pets
I keep a tight leash around their necks
Bitches try to bite, take their ass to the vet
Put em right to sleep like they popped a Xanax
Yeaaah, I be shittin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Kimmie go in, I go extra hard
I swipe ya whole life with my debit card
Shitted on 'em
I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
Got 'em blue in the face, Avatar
I be shittin' on 'em, Diarrhea
You bitches looking burnt, gonorrhea
Same bitches throwin shots, but tryna be her
I guess it's all politics, Condolessa
I'm the first lady, her majesty
Rap's royalty bitch, now you work for me
Shitted on 'em
I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
All you clowns had your shine like cubic stones
Now the show's over Jenny Jones
Toss 'em in the lake like Ricki bitch
And I stay on this money like a pyramid
Yeeah, I been about a check hoe
You stole your whole swagg, you worse than a klepto
I just blow 'em kisses x&o;
Got 'em sick to they stomach, pepto
All you bitches is some bums
I feel your cup up with change
You hoes should be rapping on the #4 train
The price of your mother's house, I paid for my range
Uhh, and that's an autobiography
I swear these hoes be obsessed how they copy me
Laxative flow shittin' on 'em constantly
And I leave a stain like I ain't wipe my ass properly
Heh, heheheh
I got, no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)
- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.)
>From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles
96 models, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell em how we roll) Cruise control
Nuttin make a woman feel betta
than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!
Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa
You da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks*
or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
Lil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)
Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
Diggin in your stash
(Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money
no licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky
and the quickie, gimme your loot
Your Mac-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know
While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
(That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon)
Spread love, c'mon
As we proceed, to give you what you need!
We continue on!
Uh-uh, uh-uh, c'mon!
Uh, yeah
Queen Bee, 2000
Come on
- No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are the number one
(If it drives you crazy)
Everywhere I go red carpet
Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it
Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura
Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX
Ain't shit you can tell us
Even got some of these niggas jealous
But tonight ain't about the fellas
Bvlgari perfume from a mile ya smell us
Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real
If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill', uh
Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist
So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice
We fly like kites never gettin' into fights
I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes
I'm just trying to be me
Doing what I got to do
So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew
Yo I'm saying Q.B.
Look at them and look at you
TRUE!
If I was you I'd hate me too
Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze
Every other week a different a dude and other crews
I make offers nobody can refuse
You might even see me on the channel nine news
I get paid just for laying in the shade
To take pictures with a glass of lemonade
My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade
(Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade)
Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid
Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg
Y'all niggas played like a high top fade
Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played
Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it
I rock Versace and y'all know I ain't paid for it
My fam deep with security in the jeep
When the Queen come in town everything shut down
Breakdown, uh
Let's dance come on
Let's dance come on
I see you let's go
Yeah, Queen Bee, do it like this
I'm the highest, your highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I'm speakin so that 'ju know
[*Rakim* "This is how it should be done..
cause this style, is indentical to none"]
The hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
to the hip hip-hop a ya don't stop
to rock it to the bang-bang boogie
to up jump the boogie
to the boogie to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a fake
It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right)
Now I know y'all heard other females rap
But they ain't got nothin on me
Cause, y'all take to my rap cause my rap's the best
A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothin less (Nothin less)
So to y'all haters, I paid y'all no mind
In fact I'ma give it to y'all one more time like..
Uh yeah, what?
[dice shakin]
Uhh [dice thrown] yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
[Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim]
It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then it's on
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me
[Chorus:]
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
[Verse Two: Left Eye]
Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
To the top and it don't stop
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Da Brat]
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Missy]
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
Alright, sir, which side of the
street would you like to be on.
Yeah, that one. That side right there.
Yeah, okay.
The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out.
Okay, that will be four-ninety please.
Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change.
Oh, fuck you!
The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking.
May, I help you?
Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore.
That will be ten dollars.
He hands her money and then walks through a door.
Fuckin' weirdo.
Yeah, may I help you?
Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and
ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot
of napkins please.
Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Yeah, ah...
That'll be six-ninety-five.
The patron hands another bill over.
Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Huh!
The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning
and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background.
The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a
splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.
Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim.
Come on. Yeah. Yeah.
The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the
masturbating patron continue.
Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah.
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First You get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin, power
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Ayo my whole clique bout it, 'bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it
You could see me on optimum TV
Go in your bathroom turn the light out, scream
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3
Sheek ain't your usual friend
About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end
I'm done wit' ice and charms
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone
Pull up wit' class on the don'
Once I meet em' I greet 'em
Kiss his feet for freedom
Tell 'em thank you lord
'Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek
So I can make this album
And get back the cats that's weak
Two thirty, six two
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs a pitbull
Gun, know clip full, keep hunger
And plan for the future, 'cuz you figure
You gon' be older
Way longer than you gon' be younger
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
It's the key to life
Only time could tell how the clock ticks
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage
Two personalities check the posture
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils
You think of death but the life seem scary
I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds
Twenty five thousand a piece
Fuck streets
Tryin' to own the island
Forget about wilin'
Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' 'em rich
Come back, private jet live on set
If you could shit gold like you split the decks
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Yo nutin' but the hotness
Whenever we drop this
Monotonous for y'all to keep hatin'
'Cuz y'all never gon' stop us
I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is
Fear no one
Kick rhymes like Shoguns
You scared to blow one
Get robbed wit' your own gun
If I don't respect you I'm ah check you
And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you
Right before I wet' chu
I sneeze on tracks an' bless you
I'm special
And if you like workin' out
then I'm gon' stretch you
Husslin' is dead but we still get red
Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread
And y'all said my monies spent
But it's in the Bent
So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent
For my story, self-explanatory
that I'm the hottest thing on the street
An' yall ain't got nutin' for me
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Arf, arf
This is a beat that I can freak to
just drop the reals
Plus a nigga wit' the ill
Y'all niggas know my skills
Ass from the grills get em' up
split em' up, wet em' up
And watch em' come get em' up
Set em' up
When you do dirt, you get dirt
Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt
Step back like I did worse
This ain't no fucking game
You think I'm playin', till you layin'
To where? The junkyard decayin'
Mom's at home prayin'
That chu comin' home
But chu not, 'cuz you sittin' up in the trunk startin to rot
And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby
It's goin' down baby
Git the full pound baby
And let off up in a nigga
especially if he think he bigga'
than my muthafuckin' trigga'
Did I? Can I get my? Is it gone?
DMX represent for one time, it's on
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
It's funny how money change the situation
You can talk greasy on the radio station
They hatin' cause I'm the creation
My song spun in heavy rotation
Some wan' play Queen Bee like she dumb
I burn rappers like tannin' under the sun
Everything you did has already been done
I'm the first lady there's no comparison
Since the trail I've tried to avoid violence
But if they come test we run for me gun
Let the Bee buzz if you don't wanna get stung
Kim been this way since, day one
I fear none but my status will scare some
Haters keep makin' false accusations
Always got my name in they conversation
Disloyal fools I'm still the champion
You might win some but you just lost one [x9]
Now now my attitude's turned cold
Girls sell they soul just to have my flow
Like Keyshia Cole they just need to let it go
The game to be sold and not to be told
Wisdom I hold 'til the youth gets old
To the hopeless now I'm on hope road
Dudes floss cash and they know they in debt
Never play the ho, Queen Bee be the pimp
Can't slick talk I done heard that shit
Can't lie to a liar I reverse that shit
I run the club called the Players Residence
I'm not only a client, I'm the president
Did the crime now the time you can't handle it
But I'm a play it out to it's full out extent
I came from the Stuy project tenement
Style wild like a child off punishment
About me everybody got opinions
A lot of rap chicks but I'm still number one
Must be prepared cause the rain soon come
You might win some but you just lost one
Y'all know who it is (NEW MONEY!)
It's me bitches!
Back up on the scene is the microphone fiend
Fuck keepin' it clean, I'm keepin' it real green
WARNING! She's hazardous, ghetto fabulous
You can't see her with binoculars (You cannot see her dog)
I'm keepin' it hollyhood out in Hollywood
Put ya lighters up if you rollin' that backwood (put 'em up, put 'em up)
Once again it's on, ya girl's back in the zone
Maybe it's the beat or the seven shots of Patrone
Like Cypress Hill I'm insane in the brain
My niggas, clear the lane I'm comin' to bring the pain (She comin'!)
Time for a change, ya'll all sound the same
Y'all all makin' it rain, we makin' it HURRICANE
Like a good meal, I hit the spot
This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
(This is why she hot)
What you cowards forgot? I'm stayin on top
I'm kinda like your album, ain't never gon' drop
Y'all got gun and ain't never gon' pop
You already know the motto, ain't never gon' stop
I'm always on that green light, tryna get my team right
Back to back 550s that's crème white
Red diamonds like a inferred beam light
My soldiers masked up like it's Halloween night
You know the Apple Bottoms get the jeans fittin' tight
Marsheanio bra got the titties sittin' right
You know JT had a sexy track
But it's gon' take Lil' Kim to bring sexy back
It's me the trendsetter, 24-7 Star sweater
24 karat gold on astar leather, best thing since Donetella
We in the club and our table's bottled up like a wine cellar
Let's get this mozzarella, money is time fella
The Queen reign better get under my umbrella
Ella, ella, aye, aye, aye
It's the Mafia La Bella
Ella, ella, all day, aye... YEAAA
Kim still gutta mayne
American idol before Ruben Studdard mayne
My sex appeal make you stu-stu stutter mayne
My CD all in ya crib like brudda mayne
I'm seasoned with all the right spices
I'm the whole pie, ya'll just slices
I'm hotter than Tabasco sause
When God make it rain it's too cool me off
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block
Get that money
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block
Get that money
Cause I'm bout to own the charts
When I pop my collar, man I'm extra heavy on the starch
Extra heavy on the wheels, extra heavy on the watch
Jewelry like Henny extra heavy on the rocks
My dudes on the grind extra heavy on the block
You know I like my men extra heavy with the guap
You lookin' for the dude leavin the club in the Galado
I'm lookin' for the dude leavin' in the helicopter
So we can toast, overlookin' the coast
Just think about that next time you flyin' coach
Yea I came home, lil' meat on the thighs
I'm eye candy, real sweet on the eyes
Yea I fucked with Nas, hypnotized B.I
Damn, they even thought I'd marry J like Blige
But naw, Kim keep two steepin'
Two fo' seven is what I'm reppin'
Lil' Kim for mayor, fuck with a real bitch
Queen Bee nigga get with the real shit
You need a fix? I'm the one to holler at
If you love me you would say in front of da world,
If you love me you would say in front of da world,
If you love me you would say in front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front with none of them
If you love me you would tell em that I'm your girl
If you love me you would you would say in front of da world
If you love me you'll let the world know it,
You say it out of your mouth but I rather your heart show it,
Actions speak louder than words
Angels fly higher than birds
This was god's work but you couldn't see,
God blessed you,
When he sent you to me
See ya boys don't see the side that I see, I told you
You ain't gotta front for da streets
We were born to ride, bonnie and clyde
Like your favorite gun I was right by your side,
See my love is true, yeah you know this is true
Everything is all f*cked up because of you
If you love me you would say it in front of the world,
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it in front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front with none of them
If you love me you would tell em that I'm your girl
If you love me you would you would say in front of da world
I need a real dude I could deal with,
Share a family and a house on the hill with
Take trips to paris not the hiltons, I'm talking bout France
True romance, walk the red carpet together and hold hands,
Style on the haters,
We ain't got the fans cause right now
Love don't live here, first the record sales,
Something gotta give here,
Few niggas out there tryin live
Here put a ring on it, drop a few kids here
Yeah happy valentines day,
But if you really love me you would show me everyday, everyday, everyday
If you love me you would say it in front of the world,
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it in front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front with none of them
If you love me you would tell em that I'm your girl
If you love me you would you would say in front of da world
But it's no trust and all we do is fuss
Yeah happy valentines day,
But if you really love me you would show me errday, errday, errday
If you love me you would say it in front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front with none of them
If you love me you would tell em that I'm your girl
Do the Kimmy Girl rock [x2]
My name is Kimmy, flyer than a frisbee
Boys in Miami wanna see me in my Vickies... Might do a little dating like my girl Chili
But I'm already taken, married to Mister Benji,
Weter than the river, sweeter than a swisher
My jimmy chu cuter than the girls that's with you
Everybody staring, might as well take a picture
Mail it to the haters, now sing it with me ladies
All eyes on me when I walk in
Don't question that this girls a ten
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
Is Only One QB... best eye beauty,
If looks was a killer, I probably be a oozie
They be hating on me cause they men try to pursue me
I'm something exotic, she's hardly a cutie
I'm flyer than a g6,.sweet like peaches
Bottom like an apple, I know you wanna eat it
He got a huge appetite and I'm the one to feed it
Michael jackson bad, tell that other bitch to beat it!
All eyes on me when I walk in
Don't question that this girls a ten
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
City dc, do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah
... ATL an miami, new york to l.a., all my girls let me see you say, yeah a ha
Do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah
It's Britney, bitch
And Lil' Kim, hoe
Kimme, kimme more
?Cause too much is not enough
All this liquor in my cup
Got me dancin? like a slut
Fans are screamin? Kimme more
?Cause too much is not enough
Can you feel the Trinamin? rush?
Kim and Brit, all eyes on us
(All eyes on us)
Every time they turn the lights down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just wanna go that extra mile for you
(Give it to me, give it to me)
Public display of affection
(What, what, what?)
Feels like no one else in the room
(But you)
We can get down
Like there's no one around
We keep on rockin'
(We keep on rockin')
We keep on rockin'
(We keep on rockin')
Cameras are flashin'
While we're dirty dancin'
They keep watchin'
(They keep watchin')
Keep watchin'
Feels like the crowd is sayin'
Kimme, Kimme more
(Kimme, what?)
Kimme more
Kimme, Kimme, more
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme more
(Kimme, what?)
Kimme more
Kimme, Kimme, more
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Give it to me)
Center of attention, that's us, that?s us
Even when we're up against the wall, ha,ha, ha
You got me in a crazy position
If you're on a mission, yeah
You got my permission, oh
(Lil' Kim and Britney Spears)
We can get down
Like there's no one around
We keep on rockin'
(We keep on rockin')
We keep on rockin' rockin'
(We keep on rockin')
Cameras are flashin'
While we?re dirty dancin'
They keep watchin'
(They keep watchin')
Keep watchin'
Feels like the crowd is sayin?
Kimme, Kimme more
(Kimme, what?)
Kimme more
Kimme, Kimme, more
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme more
(Kimme, what?)
Kimme more
Kimme, Kimme, more
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Yeah, give it to me)
It started as a dirty dance
And it led to a one night stand
Damn, I?m hookin? up with a fan
Tell you what, we freakin? with this video cam
I?m such a dirty whore
Shake your body till it?s sore
Everybody hit the floor
Feelin? hot and sexy
(Lil' Kim and Britney Spears)
Got ?em sayin?, sayin?
(Let's go)
Kimme, Kimme more
(Kimme, what?)
Kimme more
Kimme, Kimme, more
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme more
(Kimme, what?)
Kimme more
Kimme, Kimme, more
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, kimme
(Kimme what?)
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Give it to me)
Oh, Kimme more
Kimme more, more
Kimme more
Kimme more, babe
Get crazy
Get crazy
Get crazy
Get crazy
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Yo Danja, this joint's crazy)
Kimme, Kimme
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(It's your girl Lil' Kim)
Kimme, Kimme
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Yeah, that's what I'm talkin? about)
Kimme, Kimme
(Break it down now)
Kimme, Kimme, Kimme
(Break it down now, yeah, yeah, oh)
Kimme, Kimme
Bet you didn't see this one comin?
The incredible Lygo
The legendary Miss Britney Spears
Bet you didn't see this one comin?
And the unstoppable, Danja
Lil' Kim and Britney, yeah
Alright, sir, which side of the
street would you like to be on.
Yeah, that one. That side right there.
Yeah, okay.
The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out.
Okay, that will be four-ninety please.
Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change.
Oh, fuck you!
The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking.
May, I help you?
Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore.
That will be ten dollars.
He hands her money and then walks through a door.
Fuckin' weirdo.
Yeah, may I help you?
Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and
ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot
of napkins please.
Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Yeah, ah...
That'll be six-ninety-five.
The patron hands another bill over.
Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Huh!
The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning
and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background.
The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a
splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.
Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim.
Come on. Yeah. Yeah.
The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the
masturbating patron continue.
Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah.
Caught in my favorites I smell just like the bill a shit
Yea, we in the same whit but you trust Benedict
Yea, we on the same cut but we on some different shit
We in VIP poppina bottles just to spill a shit
Huh, poppina bottle just to spill a shit
Hold up! I think I gotta hitch the gear
You know Kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
You know Kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
You know Kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
With the fact, I am the realest bitch up in the streets
Ask your man, I am the realest bitch up in the sheets
I donat keep it a hundred, I keep it a G
You know I stretch my man like every week
He acting up (ghetto ghetto ghetto)
Or into the next one, or into the fresh one
Video stones, let me know I got that S1
Bitches throwing shots, they gon fuck around and catch one
Itas the Queen Bitch here, I'm a flyer than a Jetson
That mean I am futuristic
Call the coop, Mike Bivens is that new addition
When a boss bitch talking you should sit and listen
Take notes, pay attention
Itas what separates the fakest from the realest, bitch
What we do with it?
Countin money, mits, countin money, mits, countin money, mits
What we do with it?
Countin money, mits, countin money, mits, countin money, mits
What we do with it?
Count money, mits, count money, mits, count money, mits
What we do with it?
Hey there, girls and boys
Hi Miss Little Kim Kim
How are you today?
Fine
Good, very good
Now since this is such a beautiful day today
We're gonna sing our song
You're ready?
Okay, on the count of three
Move stupid stop pushin' me
One, two, three
It's a beautiful day in the Hollyhood
It's a beautiful day in the Hollyhood
It's a beautiful day in the Hollyhood
It was all good, just a week ago
...they sad and now watch the tone drop
It's cut they said, when they gonna do whose?
It's a new crack on a new stock, dawg,
true that, it's telling me, you back
And to think I ever left this d-ck, ha
And them life of they just suck my d-ck, ha
And I bet she felt the whole click, ha
By the way, you can use your and quit ha
Just forget it, retard it, I live it, I did it
...so you motherf-cker I get it
No paper but you can have some more of me
Orgy, how are we, speaking metaphorically
Historically, I'm kicking ...out like pam looking
Go ahead me and sugar, and if you're still young
when I had ...kids
And if you're right girls, ass is fattest
But they feel so good, damn glad in here
Got them jumping off the building
watch out below, a million at the door
I'm about to go h.a.m. Harder as a motherf-cker
let the niggers know who I am
I'm about to go h.a.m. Harder as a motherf-cker
let the niggers know who I am
I ain't on your pay roll, the game own me
and I'm coming to get what me and big came for
Kicking it off the phone
Come too but the chain zone
hang us out
got a shovel, dig your grave
Painted to my wall, a bit got
Haters stop trying to cut me off
Better stay in here only
Top of a Murcielago, make it disappear like I'm digging plane
...can't see me, it's like they're rapping bravo
I see that with my eyes closed
All they do is trace me
I picked up a it's got no identity, all your whose is jane doe
I'm ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, hot
In the summer time I go cold
Had me off feeling like the North Pole
just went h.a.m.
Silence you lambs it's the daughter of sam and I go h.a.m.
I'm about to go h.a.m. Harder as a motherf-cker
let the bitches know who I am
I'm about to go h.a.m. Harder as a motherf-cker
let the bitches know who I am
Why yo all mad at me for?
Yo all don't even know what I've been through
I play chicken with a mac truck
Yo all motherfu-kers with a been move
I swam waters with the great whites
Yo all motherf-ckers with a tube
I hustle with late nights
Yo all motherf-ckers with a been fool
Out front these fools trying to walk around in these shoes
See this I start throwing up
rappers rap about
All this sh-t that I do daily
I'm like really half a villain
Moving really you got baby money keep it real,
we digging digging
got my lady money, watch the throne, no stepping out bro
...when my nephew died dady was there
...my uncle said, nobody called the cops
so I'm feeling like I'm neglecting my uncle's
don't spill hate, all of my gunning
...hope you're fresh, head shot
peace star...
I'm about to go h.a.m. Harder as a motherf-cker
let these ladies know who I am
I'm about to go h.a.m. Harder as a motherf-cker
let these ladies know who I am
Yeah
Step into my rainforest
Step into my rainforest
Yeah only for the sexy people
Step into my rainforest, yeah yeah
Step into my rainforest, uh-huh
Let's see
I'm wet
Step into my rainforest
I'm tryin to see who gona
Make it make it rain hundreds
Tornado pussy
Can you make it monsoon
Honeymoon
Now we fuckin like a bride and groom
You want a taste of honey
I need to see the money
You wanna see the spread
You gotta spend some bread
Them racks in your pants
That'll make me dance
Now fill that with cash
Come on hop up on this ass
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Gimme brain trick
Gimme Gimme brain trick
Gimme brain make it rain
Gimme brain trick
I'm a need some brains bitch
I'm a need some brains bitch
Need some brains bitch
I'm a need some brains bitch
I'm a make it rain bitch
I'm a make it rain bitch
Make it rain bitch
I'm a make it rain bitch
This kitty ain't for rowboats
Even titanics get washed away
He put his head between my legs
And he washed his face
Come and scuba dive
Inside my deep blue sea
Wanna ride this tidal wave
You gotta pay a fee
Lick on the clit
I'll lick on the dick
Ride or die bitch
I sit on the shit
Can't get it wet
I spit on shit
I spit on spit on spit on the shit
Suck it up sit back on the dick
Doggystle back it up on the dick
Get a grip on them hips
Bite on my lips
Take it out cum right on my tits
You want a taste of honey
I need to see the money
You wanna see the spread
You gotta spend some bread
Them racks in your pants
That'll make me dance
Now fill that with cash
Come on hop up on this ass
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Gimme brain trick
Gimme Gimme brain trick
Gimme brain make it rain
Gimme brain trick
I'm a need some brains bitch
I'm a need some brains bitch
Need some brains bitch
I'm a need some brains bitch
I'm a make it rain bitch
I'm a make it rain bitch
Make it rain bitch
Yeah, how many hitters can stand the rain
This is only a test now
What we told you it was comin'
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
Your's 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 a 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 ya melon
And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start smellin'
Somebody took the story and 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 ya ass
All ya'll 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 threw 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' 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 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
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
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 is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin' niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man
(Zagga, zow, zow, zow)
Bumba, star, yo, yo
America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world
We're comin' at you Kim, where you at babe?
Gal flex, time to have sex
Jump in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks
Now you know that my style is rated XXX
Just lookin' ain't a gal, you no have 'nuff respect
I use to rock Sergio Tacchini, C And G bikinis
Now I'm hot steppin' in my Queen Bee collection
Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday
Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway
That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Some of y'all show up but like jeans y'all fade out
Whatever, fly out the crew hit the beach in Miami
Niggas watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties
Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from east, west, north, and south
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big
Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright
Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright
From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)
From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)
So mi go so, hear mi dappa man a nuh rapper
Entertainer, worst man a real toppa, toppa
Do wah, pop your collar, no bother holla
Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor cau wah
Gal yuh brighter and yuh now together
Chicken heads and 'bout twelve hoochie mama
When car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog
Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge
Badman a real badman man a nuh fraud, hey, true, what dem seh
Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright
Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright
From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)
From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)
Anyway, mi have girls from all nations really Haitian and Jamaican
Woman, a seh mi God's creation so dem wanna mi consegation
Send in application, wanna mi qualification
Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or immigration
How when girl, fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a wanna man?
Just slam up Malaysian and mi send for Indonesian
Wife a Puerto Rican 'pon di hill mi buy a mansion
Just buy a apartment from mi girl fi wah Italian
One deh drive a BMW I mention she a German
And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England
Have girl on Netherland, African or Switzerland
Bettin' baby' mother weh mi have fresh from yard
Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog
This a bad boy yah jump 'pon record
Last gal mi wuk she end up down
At the morgue, mi can tell her somethin'
Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright
Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright
From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)
From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)
Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from East, West, North and South
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me? When you gonna come through?
All I wanna do is download, when you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low, when you gonna let me download?
I'm on Myspace and it's type late
My baby got me number one on his top eight
It's computer love, we don't mind to hate
They just MySpace freaks tryna find a date
We up all night havin' cybersex
He chat, I chat though we never met
He said he wanna explore me like the Internet
It's like an orgasm every time he sent a text
He wanna download, he likes to download
Little Kim songs and put 'em on his ringtone
He even got my screen saver on his iPhone
I get more hits than a T inzone
We goin' back and forth, sendin' emails
He a thug so I hit 'em on his Gmail
His sense of humor got me writin' LOL
I sent pictures of myself straight to the cell
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me? When you gonna come through?
All I wanna do is download, when you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low, when you gonna let me download?
He been lookin' at my sexy pics, said he diggin' my sexy hips
He wanna kiss my sexy lips and download me on his floppy disk
Little Kim is the only one on his mind
He wanna come through and put me on his hard drive
Three o'clock in the morning we be online
Others send friend requests but they get denied
He type I miss you
I type back to let him know the feeling's mutual
It's just Myspace love but it's beautiful
He love to watch my videos on YouTube
Hey, it's like everytime I log on I get so turned on
Computer love playin' in the back
The only one that have me up all night long
Feel like a fantasy, the chemistry is so strong
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me? When you gonna come through?
All I wanna do is download, when you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low, when you gonna let me download?
Yeah, I've been lookin' at these pictures of you
And when I see you up close and personal so I can touch you
Ain't nuttin', I don't like you as an insomniac
I'm here now, grab me where my heart dropped at
I meant what I said when I typed that
Lil' mama scream my name if you like that
Ain't nothin' like computer love
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me? When you gonna come through?
All I wanna do is download, when you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low, when you gonna let me download?
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me? When you gonna come through?
All I wanna do is download, when you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low, when you gonna let me download?
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Mr. Biggs ya'll
With another hit
It's Mr. Biggs ya'll
With some freaky
Groove if you're ready baby
For me to drive you crazy
'Bout to make you my lady
Have you screamin' Ronald take me
Now we're about to play this game
This freaky, freaky game
And I'm gonna let you win
Baby, body kiss
Meaning anywhere you want it, I will kiss
From your head down to your toes
Just make one wish
I will kiss, from your and your
From your to your
Baby, body kiss
Meaning anywhere you want it, I will kiss
From your head down to your toes
Just make one wish
And I will kiss, from your and your
From your to your
Girl you haven't felt this kind of love for ages like
Girl what I got for you is so contagious like
Turn around and see that rear, embrace it now
I'm about to lay you down and taste it now
Now we about to play this game
This freaky, freaky game
And I'm gonna let you win
Baby, body kiss
Meaning anywhere you want it, I will kiss
From your head down to your toes
Just make one wish
And I will kiss, from your and your
From your to your
Body kiss
Meaning anywhere you want it baby, I will kiss
From your head down to your toes
Just make one wish
And I will kiss, from your and your
From your to your
From the club, to valet, to my crib, the driveway
Body kiss is the name of the game that we play
In the door, we go, now you're out, of your clothes
Kissing you, all over, till you're screamin', for more
Say my name, Lil' Kim, it's you and me
Go to the V.I. and make some honey
Let me dance for you like a stripper in the club
Queen Bee gon' take that money
Let's do it in the Caddy, Sugar Daddy
Watch a movie in the Jacuzzi
We can make an X rated version of
Feelin' on my booty
Mr. Biggs, I really like how you kiss me
From my to my
You really handle your biz
I think I like this game
This freaky, freaky game
And I wanna play again
Mr. Biggs, Queen Bee
Baby, body kiss
Meaning anywhere you want it, I will kiss
From your head down to your toes
Just make one wish
I will kiss, from your and your
From your to your
Girl I want to kiss your body, body kiss
Meaning anywhere you want it, I will kiss
From your head down to your toes
Just make one wish
I will kiss, from your and your
From your to your
Body kiss, I will kiss
Make one wish
From your and your
From your to your
Body kiss, I will kiss
Make one wish
From your and your
From your to your
Yeah, I'm chillin? with my nigga, tonight
I'm chillin? with my nigga, tonight
Yeah, I'm chillin? with my nigga, tonight
My girl's goin? out tonight, yeah
And I'ma fall back tonight
Me and my man takin? it in tonight
Yeah, we gonna get it in tonight
We goin? smoke somethin?
Drink somethin?, toast somethin?
So, he can beat the pussy up
Like he stole somethin?
Yeah, y?all know what it is, it?s your girl comin? at you
Shot out to all my dope boys in the hood
Huggin? the block till wee hours in the mornin?
Shot out to my sexy girls who know how to put it on
So they lookin?
Yeah, I'm chillin? with my nigga, tonight
I'm chillin? with my nigga, tonight
Yeah, I'm chillin? with my nigga, tonight
My girls goin? out tonight, yeah
And I'ma fall back tonight
Me and my man takin? it in tonight
Yeah, we gonna get it in tonight
We goin? smoke somethin?, drink somethin?, toast somethin?
So, he can beat the pussy up like he stole somethin?
Get it poppin? all night till like 4 somethin?
And then we right back at it 'round 6 somethin?
It's supposed to be girls night out
So you know he got my girlfriends cursin? me out
Sayin? that I'm whipped and he turnin? me out
No need for the gym 'cause he be workin? me out
For me, he got a huge appetite
Lick my ice cream like a tasty delight
The bond between us is tight
I heard, dude, they poppin? tonight
(What?)
I ain't goin? to the club
No hangin? with my girls
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
R.Kelly got a show but I can't go
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
Victoria Secret lingerie on
Layin? up with my nigga tonight
When we about to get it on
We turn off the phone
It's all about my man, tonight
Yeah, tonight it's just me and my boo
Candle light dinner, sippin? some wine too
Lingerie, see through, you know how I do
Playin? slow jams to set the mood
Some Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross, a little Anita
In the bed laughin? at Martin and Gina
All eyes on us like Brad and Angelina
No can come between us
(Nope)
The things he do gives me the chills
Like writin? out I love you in 100 dollar bills
He don't even think about playin? the field
He in ecstasy without takin? the pills
He treats me like a queen, I love the way he courts me
Makin? love in the Ferrari he just bought me
Playin? Playstation, Fight Night
I heard stereo poppin? tonight
(What?)
I ain't goin? to the club
No hangin? with my girls
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
R.Kelly got a show but I can't go
I'm chillin? with my nigga tonight
Victoria Secret lingerie on
Layin? up with my nigga tonight
When we about to get it on
We turn off the phone
It's all about my man, tonight
From the bed to the kitchen
To the livin? room and couch
We done blessed every room
In this New York penthouse
Miami estate house by the lake
We ain't watchin? pornos, we watchin? our own sex tape
I caught a Kenny all over his jimmy
So when he stick it in me he drunk off the Kimmy
I make a nigga bust faster then a semi
?Cause Kimmy get the Kenny, rock harder than a penny
Full body massage, champagne, bubble bath
Then we make love on a bed made of cash
He can't get enough, he always ready to smash
He loves how I'm shaped just like a hour glass
This niggas? tight chillin? with his wife
The day don't come before the love of his life
We in the crib havin? a pillow fight
I heard Lodis poppin? tonight
(What?)
I ain't goin? to the club
No hangin? with my girls
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
R.Kelly got a show but I can't go
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
Victoria Secret lingerie on
Layin? up with ma nigga tonight
When we about to get it on
We turn off the phone
(Angie Martinez): It's funny 'cause, you know, we've been asking people what they wanted to know. I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming -- even though you say it's not specifically about her -- that Roman's Revenge is for Kim.
(Nicki Minaj): Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window and you gotta be careful when you pick fights. And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know -
(Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Who the fuck want war?
Fed-Ex beef straight to your front door.
It'll be a murder scene,
I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th.(Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch)
Aight you Lil' Kim clone clown,
All this buffoonery shit stops now.
Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud,
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage.
We all know your last name's what got you your job,
You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage.
Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause --
Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah)
This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for --
This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for.
I'm still counting what Hard Core generated.
Bet my shit keep spinin' like a syndicated.
Corny broad, I leave you bloody like you menstruated.
Your hot air ass bitch shoulda BEEN deflated.
This ain't a championship fight, I BEEN the greatest.
See the fact is... what you doin', I did it.
You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it.
That's cool, I was the first one wit it --
You's a Lil' Kim wannabe, you just hate to admit it.
I'm the blueprint; you ain't nothin' brand new,
Check your posters and videos,
you'll always be number two.
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain.
Sweetie, you goin' on your 14th minute of fame,
I'm over 10 years strong still running the game
Cut the comparisons I'm in the legendary lane.
Fighting for the spot? Child please, I'm solidified.
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried.
Either you high or sippin' that shit Wayne on
I get top dollar for whateva my name on
Go stick your head in a tornado -- brainstorm.
I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm.
Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto,
Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos.
Pussy so pink like my Kitty sayin' Hello,
If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all five boroughs.
I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably.
Now who pumped you and told you to come rump wit me?
You the type to run your mouth and then run from me
I'm poppin' off in your hood wit no company.
Come on, Queens ain't showin' you no love,
I was there the other night poppin' bottles with the thugs.
You like Washington. Heffa, I'm Benji.
You got a buzz right now, and I had a frenzy.
Oh yeah, welcome to the fam... Fendi.
You needa stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match
That means the end is near soon, copy that?
Oh, I see...they really got you gassed
Like I'm a thing of the past.
Better slow down, dummy, you 'bout to crash
STINK PUSSY HOE! I'm giving you a bath,
Thermometer in hand and I'm comin' for your ass.
Who you think you gettin' past?
'I see right through you,' your whole shit is made of glass.
[Nicki Minaj]
You see right thru me,
how do you do that sh
I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn Borough bitch,
Rep for my borough bitch,
Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit.
I ride out 'til the wheels fall off
And my niggas squeeze 'til the last shell go off.
Fuck your whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos.
You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow.
Ha, ain't nothing old 'but my money bitch. (Ha ha)
This is grown liquid assets.
Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money bastards!
You and Diddy? Sorry, bunch of swagger jackers.
I mothered you hos, I should claim you on my income taxes.
Bobby Fisch in the flesh, taught by the great.
So on my next move, I'm yelling checkmate.
I smell a massacre. Charles Manson,
You don't stand a chance wit her.
Jeffrey Dahmer, you lookin' like lunch to me.
'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy.
Leave your whole head red like Peg Bundy.
You're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs -
You're garbage, so I'm taking out the trash.
You, shit on me? C'mon baby girl...
Ain't enough ass shots in the world!
You're a nuisance, you'll probably steal my new shit
But you could never fuck with me, so chuck it up, deuces.
All around the world I ball like a ball team.
I stack chips, call me Mrs.Rosteam .
Trix is for kids, silly rabbit, you're my offspring.
Kim more anticipated than a LeBron ring.
Has the raining stopped yet?
I don't notice anymore
Look up your face
You join in the rain
As you've never really done before
How can this be stopped when
You just opened up the door
How can I go
Back to my home
Thinking life is such a bore
Interesting
It seems to me
The irony of ecstacy
It's coming down much harder than before
Interesting
When you can see
That normal life's like sleep-walking
Hating all the things you once adored
You wake me up
When you're around
It's just my luck
Can't do without
And when you're gone
Watch as I drown
You bring me down
You bring me down...
Back and forth
I'm walking
I'm in heaven and in hell
Life is asleep
Between the sheets
The person is I can't believe
Back and forth you're walking
You're my heaven and my hell
Keep me awake
Don't wanna sleep
Just until the next farewell
Interesting
It seems to me
The irony of ecstacy
It's coming down much harder than before
Interesting
When you can see
That normal life's like sleep-walking
Not another day
Not another day
Can't take much more
You wake me up
When you're around
It's just my luck
Can't do without
And when you're gone
Watch as I drown
You bring me down
Can you hear me now?
All of a sudden, everybody wan' bang with us
Don't they know them Gotti kids are dangerous?
Come come now, y'all need to stop
Niggaz better hold they head 'fore they body rock
I got, soldiers in every town
That'll come see y'all like "Black Hawk Down"
I ain't playin with you motherfuckers
(RAAAAAAID!) I'm sprayin you motherfuckers
If gettin money is a crime, then I confess
Ain't about money? I could care less
When you see us comin know it's time to collect
Niggaz be like, "Here come the IRS!"
Kick down doors, shoot through walls
Queen Bee's a movement, fight for the cause
Got a bite that's bigger than "Jaws"
With or without my boys, I still make noise
New York - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all turn it up
Midwest - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all burn it up
L.A. - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
Y'all make them cars jump
Dirty South - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all get it crunk!
My last album, some of y'all wasn't ready for it
Alright, I slow it up, put the brakes on for ya
I know what I'm doin, I ain't losin my mind
I'm just so advanced I'm ahead of my time
You all stuck at the back, I'm ahead of the line
Even in the dark, I'm still gon' shine
You'll see what I mean in 2009
I kick outer space raps - ILL RHYMES
Live guitars, nigga fuck cars
I'm tryin to buy a spaceship to get to Mars
Look out the window, and reach for the stars
It's a new day, Lil' Kim's in charge
Got a big dick, I'll bone you out
Like money in the bank, loan you out
If you ain't straight I'll comb you out
Lil' Kim and Scott Storch be zonin out!
Ain't wanna do it, but now I got to pop my collar
You actin like y'all real tough act to follow
I got medallions the size of a half a dollar
And about to buy my best friend a beauty parlor
I know y'all don't wanna see Kim on top
Please stop worryin about what I got
What the fuck y'all know about the {?} I rock
When I'm cookin, keep your hands out my pot
Them boys ain't bad and ain't no bitch greater
Stop tryin to use me as a respirator
I'm the same bitch on the escalator
And I still ain't got no time for you fuckin haters
I might start my day at Piarage'
Or with a Mafia meetin at the Brooklyn Cafe
"Okay, y'all wanna play?"
Like 9/11, you gon' remember this day
New York - "Can you hear me now?"
Midwest - "Can you hear me now?"
L.A. - "Can you hear me now?"
Dirty South - "Can you hear me now?"
Can you hear me now?
All of a sudden, everybody wan' bang with us
Don't they know them Gotti kids are dangerous?
Come come now, y'all need to stop
Niggaz better hold they head 'fore they body rock
I got, soldiers in every town
That'll come see y'all like "Black Hawk Down"
I ain't playin with you motherfuckers
(RAAAAAAID!) I'm sprayin you motherfuckers
If gettin money is a crime, then I confess
Ain't about money? I could care less
When you see us comin know it's time to collect
Niggaz be like, "Here come the IRS!"
Kick down doors, shoot through walls
Queen Bee's a movement, fight for the cause
Got a bite that's bigger than "Jaws"
With or without my boys, I still make noise
New York - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all turn it up
Midwest - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all burn it up
L.A. - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
Y'all make them cars jump
Dirty South - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all get it crunk!
My last album, some of y'all wasn't ready for it
Alright, I slow it up, put the brakes on for ya
I know what I'm doin, I ain't losin my mind
I'm just so advanced I'm ahead of my time
You all stuck at the back, I'm ahead of the line
Even in the dark, I'm still gon' shine
You'll see what I mean in 2009
I kick outer space raps - ILL RHYMES
Live guitars, nigga fuck cars
I'm tryin to buy a spaceship to get to Mars
Look out the window, and reach for the stars
It's a new day, Lil' Kim's in charge
Got a big dick, I'll bone you out
Like money in the bank, loan you out
If you ain't straight I'll comb you out
Lil' Kim and Scott Storch be zonin out!
Ain't wanna do it, but now I got to pop my collar
You actin like y'all real tough act to follow
I got medallions the size of a half a dollar
And about to buy my best friend a beauty parlor
I know y'all don't wanna see Kim on top
Please stop worryin about what I got
What the fuck y'all know about the Yonker Rock
When I'm cookin, keep your hands out my pot
Them boys ain't bad and ain't no bitch greater
Stop tryin to use me as a respirator
I'm the same bitch on the escalator
And I still ain't got no time for you fuckin haters
I might start my day at Piarage'
Or with a Mafia meetin at the Brooklyn Cafe
"Okay, y'all wanna play?"
Like 9/11, you gon' remember this day
New York - "Can you hear me now?"
Midwest - "Can you hear me now?"
L.A. - "Can you hear me now?"
Dirty South - "Can you hear me now?"
[Lil Kim]
Shitted on ‘em
I'm just pissin' on ‘em
Spittin' on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
Shitted on ‘em
I'm just pissin' on ‘em
Spittin' on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
All these bitches is my pets
I keep a tight leash around their necks
Bitches try to bite, take their ass to the vet
Put em right to sleep like they popped a Xanex
Yeaaah, I be shittin' on ‘em
Spittin' on ‘em
Kimmie go in, I go extra hard
I swipe ya whole life with my debit card
Shitted on ‘em
I'm just pissin' on ‘em
Spittin' on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
Shitted on ‘em
I'm just pissin' on ‘em
Spittin' on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
Got ‘em blue in the face, Avatar
I be shittin' on ‘em, Diarrhea
You bitches looking burnt, gonorrhea
Same bitches throwin shots, but tryna be her
I guess it's all politics, Condolessa
I'm the first lady, her majesty
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah..
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this)
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches
Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition
Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it
Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M
Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up
(now whassup - y'all better come roll with us)
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this)
For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this)
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR!
Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers
Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year
Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll
Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome
Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
DJ (Cinema!)
Gone baby swag it out
(All My Little Harajuku Barbies Know That In Order To Step Your Pussy Up, It Means Keeping It Exclusive)
Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with
Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out
Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with
Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out.
[Nicki Minaj:]
Dear Tiara why these bitches so mad now,
You know they went and put my flow up in the mad house
Just left the court room, Yeah me and my cold-izlle
We got them sniffles that'll make a nigga nose tickle
Anyway I'm nice, you know my price I'm such a D girl
Fish scale so they think I work at Sea World
Now you the pussy cop cause I make this pussy pop
If you throw some ice up on it you can have this pussy-pop
Aw su-sukie ride him like my suzuki
You know my coochie got him lookin' like pookie
I'm such a divas, number one dick pleasers
Nicki been hot since you was rockin Adi-didas.
Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with
Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out
Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with
Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out.
[Lil Kim:]
My money up front, I don't do rain checks
Money over niggas, that's what I call safe sex
It's the Q-U-double E-N-B-double E
Champagne bottles shake, Oh so bubbly
And I'm always tryna come again
Sorta like a nympho but only for the benjamins
Young nigga got a sweet tooth for the kim again
Say he like how it sweet like cinnamon
Taste like candy (mmhmm)
Under my vicky panties
Got his ass sprung he want me to meet his family
Can we just cruise for all the haters
Sip Dom P and get high as a sky scraper
Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with
Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out
Gone baby swag it out, show them haters who you with
Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out.
[Foxy Brown:]
(Brooklyn!) I'm twice as real as any broad you can sign
(Why dat?) I'm I'll lani [? ], yal bitches is lil maui[? ]
I swear I'll hate her guts then turn and steal from her
Catch you in the dirty and show you some real drama
In silver hummers yeah daddy we real stunnas
But ask me bout some work I could give you some I'll numbers
In Brooklyn, and get gone down south and sell quick
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
B.I.G., rock-rock on
Uh huh, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
Queen Bee, rock-rock on
Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof
Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that
She rap but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks
Your career is on the rocks again
Yeah, I'm back on top, what?
You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com
Read the 27th Psalm, sing along
The Lord is the light of my salvation
Thou shall fear when He calls
So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood
Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!)
Still that's not all, bitches have the gaul
To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches seekin' publishing checks
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer
Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya
Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo
Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas
Yeah, I see ya'll!
Colorful minks and things
Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings
Once, got to switch my pitch up
Pin-stripped suits with gauders with vests
Black pearls around the neck
Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious
How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious
Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble
You can never be me, you can only resemble
Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out
One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches on them publishing checks
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
Stop wastin' all of your time
Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin'
Don't know that she's the Queen
Why can't you see?
Ya'll should just believe
Everyone's trying to tell you
If I talk freaky - then that's my business
If I dress freaky - then that's my business
Got folks praticin' how to spit like this
Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this
HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me
In five years, you'll be as nice as me
But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready
I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
B.I.G., rock-rock on
Uh huh, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
Queen Bee, rock-rock on
Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof
Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that
She rap but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks
Your career is on the rocks again
Yeah, I'm back on top, what?
You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com
Read the 27th Psalm, sing along
The Lord is the light of my salvation
Thou shall fear when He calls
So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood
Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!)
Still that's not all, bitches have the gaul
To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches seekin' publishing checks
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer
Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya
Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo
Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas
Yeah, I see ya'll!
Colorful minks and things
Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings
Once, got to switch my pitch up
Pin-stripped suits with gauders with vests
Black pearls around the neck
Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious
How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious
Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble
You can never be me, you can only resemble
Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out
One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches on them publishing checks
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
Stop wastin' all of your time
Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin'
Don't know that she's the Queen
Why can't you see?
Ya'll should just believe
Everyone's trying to tell you
If I talk freaky - then that's my business
If I dress freaky - then that's my business
Got folks praticin' how to spit like this
Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this
HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me
In five years, you'll be as nice as me
But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready
I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Hello?
Hello
Is this Lil' Kim?
Who's this?
Don't worry 'bout all that
I found your number in my man's pocket
Well shit bitch!
Give it to him then!
No wonder the mothafucka hasn't call me yet!
Look at your fuckin' groupie ass
Stealin' numbers and shit
Wha? Fuckin' bitch!
I'mma see your ass at the mothafuckin' concert
Does she do it like me?
Does she work that body?
Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie
Do she handle it like she got a deep throat?
I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke
Does she like to have sex high off the X?
Try it with me and tell me who's the best
Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat?
Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep?
- Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you
Is she drop-dead fine?
Does she like it from behind?
Is she fly?
Do she got a style like mine?
Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it?
Tell you how you feel when you inside it
You love me, and I know she know
Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go"
Girls know not to leave they man around me
I get my hands on 'em
He puttin' rent and a Benz on me
I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher
Did she tell you that?
The bitch is a liar
People spend doe to see me spit fire
And niggas give they life to be with me for one night
I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty
Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see
I bet you she don't even know how to kiss
And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this
And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you
And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you
Hey yo
Whatup, baby?
That little stink ass bitch, Kim, them little snake
niggaz, man, I don't like that bitch
I can't stand that bitch
Yeah, I see that bitch
That's my word yo, that's my word, son
But yo, on the real though, the bitch do be havin
some cheddah and the bitch be rockin some ice
Know what I'm sayin?
I'm sayin, I see it
I be seein her floatin with little niggaz here now
and then, know what I'm sayin?
What, them little bitch ass M.A.F.I.A. niggaz?
Yeah, them little faggot ass niggaz
Them niggaz pussy, kid
I swear to God, if I ever see them niggaz rollin down
Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of em on the strength
You know what I'm sayin, you know how we roll baby
No doubt
But, am, yo what's up, you wanna get this paper or what?
No doubt
Cause they, I'm sayin, I know they sweet
You know what I'm sayin? You know how they get down
Know what I'm sayin?
No doubt
I'ma hold them niggaz down, one a them niggaz move a
inch, I'm lacin em straight up and down, I'm puttin one in
they cabbage
No doubt let's make it happen, kid
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy
I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind
It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his dick
Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and shit
Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep
Tell him "I'll be back," go fuck with some other cats
Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, hoe hop
Raw top in my mans drop
Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme,"
Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice
He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice
Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike
It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand
Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man
Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
the motherfucker never ate my pussy
I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right
Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now
I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U
Had a weedspot, used to pump African black
He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap
I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on
I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin'
The sex was wack, a four stroke creep
I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep
He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him
"I thought your ass was still sleepin."
He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass?
I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash
If sex was record sales you would be double plat
The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown
Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones
I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin'
The moral of the story is this
You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this
And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with
They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this
I aint with that frontin' shit
I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas
Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures
Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front
For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
Let's smoke some lah, to this Mardi Gras
I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far
It don't get no betta, than the trendsetter
Got a track for these rats (Tryna steal her cheddar)
Shake my thing all the boys start to sign
Shawty is a ten, think about me in his dreams
Nympho manic, head like a brainiac
For those who slept Lil' Kim is back
And better than before, you thought it was impossible
Haters is sick need to check into a hospital
Prayin for my downfall like it was a Sunday
But it's over, you only get five minutes to shine
Now the game is mine
The streets crowned ya girl Miss Greatest of All Time
So follow me and I'll lead you the right way
Just sing along to the words I say
Dude these chicks sour, getting worse by the hour
And at the same time I'm cakin' up by the minute
But when you sick a ho and I can show you 'bout pimpin'
I'm tryna put you onto game, pay attention
To how to grind, I'm bout a dollar now a dime
I'm color blind, to everything except a dollar sign
Bottom line, your career I break up
And take your shine like the feds did to Jacob
Well well well, I'll be damned
I shouldn't have to tell you who I am
But I'm the notorious K-I-M
Your flow's got flaws like a chipped diamond
Oh yes, I've been watchin you, copy me
My spot's safe, got it on lock and key
I'm who you wanna be, but you can't be who you're not
Alright, sir, which side of the
street would you like to be on.
Yeah, that one. That side right there.
Yeah, okay.
The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out.
Okay, that will be four-ninety please.
Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change.
Oh, fuck you!
The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking.
May, I help you?
Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore.
That will be ten dollars.
He hands her money and then walks through a door.
Fuckin' weirdo.
Yeah, may I help you?
Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and
ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot
of napkins please.
Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Yeah, ah...
That'll be six-ninety-five.
The patron hands another bill over.
Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Huh!
The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning
and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background.
The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a
splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.
Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim.
Come on. Yeah. Yeah.
The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the
masturbating patron continue.
Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah.
Alright, sir, which side of the
street would you like to be on.
Yeah, that one. That side right there.
Yeah, okay.
The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out.
Okay, that will be four-ninety please.
Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change.
Oh, fuck you!
The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking.
May, I help you?
Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore.
That will be ten dollars.
He hands her money and then walks through a door.
Fuckin' weirdo.
Yeah, may I help you?
Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and
ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot
of napkins please.
Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Yeah, ah...
That'll be six-ninety-five.
The patron hands another bill over.
Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Huh!
The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning
and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background.
The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a
splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.
Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim.
Come on. Yeah. Yeah.
The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the
masturbating patron continue.
Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah.
Ha! Ha!
A queen is not a queen, because she is felt
But a queen is a queen, because failure has not stopped her
Take it from me, the queen of all queens
WOMEN, are taking over for the new millennium
Oww!
What the hell do you want from me?
I'm just tryin to be all that I can be
I'm a god damn legacy
Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy
The first lady runs the world now
They impeached the president from his residence
No one drops bombs til I say so
One-two, one-two-three GO!
- I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
How dare you accuse me and my family
Fucking clones, LEAVE US ALONE!
Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike
You make us wanna "Scream," know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah; I know y'all rather see us dead
No more platinum plaques certified lead
We got too many chips for y'all
Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all
Take a breath, inhale, exhale till there's no more left
In the name of the father, son, and daughter
Here comes the new world order!
You can't stop it
Mother Earth this my universe
When worse comes to worse (Uh-huh)
I call the shots (Uh-huh), stack all the lots (Uh-huh)
Pack all the glocks, take the safety off lock FIRE!
La, la, la (sing!)
Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby
Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby HMM
Take it out let me sit on it
If you can't make it wet just spit on it
Ah don't stop till it rise to the top
Promise you won't drop till the cherry go *POP*
And if it doesn't fit then use your lips
Oh here it comes, what's my name?
QUEEN BITCH
warning, warning, warning, the drama queen is in the building,
the drama queen is in the building
i'm not the one, i'm not the one
everybody wanna talk about kim,
it ain't nothing soft about kim
everything you walk about kim,
the i've been
picture me being broke and i can auction my pen, please
i ain't never worry about him, i can worry about me
but i ain't worry about them
i'd rather see you coughing up flem
off with they heads, guillotine kim so it's off with they limp
why i pop with my men
when i was up in the pen, my fans wrote me
they said queen keep doing it thing right so we can this
the rest of you
see a i downfall, so i don't come around y'all
now i'm beyond rich, to spit be gone bitch
bitch couldn't walk a mile in my louis vuittons
me against you that's
be about the bomb, taliban
coming through the north trench, caliban
bitch use the ghetto
sipping down on palm beach
original orgy, my
playwith the irs family
while these hoes trying to get fancy
i live the life of a queen i'm bitch
now bow kiss the ring, money, power, respect it's all
all i see is dollar signs, all i hate is tcha ching
bow into your fearsdidn't realize you fucked with the wrong one
i'm not the one, i'm not the one
Oh how it hurts, like child birth
The wounds heal slow, you just don't know
At times, I don't know what to say
And all I do is pray, day to day
But still, I feel my strength might die
Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it
Damn, I just don't believe it
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries
A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death
Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath
You killas, caused a lotta devastation
You have no idea what you did to this nation
I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration
But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just
Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
I been with my nigga before he came in the game
No one's, no V's, we used to take the train
Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties
I guess back then we was real nobodies
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him
Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up
But still got love for your kids
Even wrote 'em in my will
And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill
Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal
If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried
So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'
Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends
One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens
D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD
My whole B.I. family, remind me of you
We miss you so much, I love you so much
Never thought life without you would be so rough
But I know we gon make it
We ain't happy, but we fakin'
And to New York, thanks for the support
And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land
This is somethin' young kids just won't understand
How they took away this beautiful man
Who shared so many memories
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
Featuring: Ceaser
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that I hate
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go ahead tell ?em why you?re mad
?Cause you?re broke and you?re sad
And ain?t nobody tryin? to
Fuck you
So I just want to say
F U C K
This next track is for them hatin? ass bitches and niggas
Yeah Kim
Who thought I was gonna rot in jail
This is what I?ve been waitin? for
Who thought I couldn?t do it again
That?s the love hook, the right motherfuckin? hook
Yeah, well the motherfuckin? Queen is back, bitch
Go hide under a motherfuckin? rock, fuck you
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that I hate
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go ahead tell ?em why you?re mad
?Cause you?re broke and you?re sad
And ain?t nobody tryin? to
Fuck you
So I just want to say
F U C K you
Does my sexiness offend you?
You hoes ain?t friends but they try to pretend to
Snakes in the grass tryin? to strike against you
Tell ?em why your mad ?cause I?m fly like Jet Blue
They even try to go through what I?ve been through
But they need to catch up ?cause they?re in my rear view
I kick a bitch ass in my Jimmy Choo shoe
But you ain't even worth settin? up my hairdo
I tell this to you, bitch go to hell
You?re sayin? my name, tryin? to get your shit to sell
And even though your girl been away, got low like Chappelle
I?m back in the club, got everybody yellin?
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that I hate
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go ahead tell ?em why you?re mad
?Cause you?re broke and you?re sad
And ain?t nobody tryin? to
Fuck you
So I just want to say
F U C K you
Go ahead tell ?em why you?re mad
What you spend on your rent I spend on my Louis bag
I?m high class, shoppin? on 5th Ave
You keep the tag in your clothes so you can take it back
Mad ?cause you?re broke and you're lookin? for a fix
But you want my autographs and you wanna take a flick
Tell ?em why you?re mad ?cause you lookin? real pissed
Jealousy is a disease and you lookin? real sick
Need to see a doc, you?re a girl on top
Lotta bitches want my spot but I got it on lock
Headed to the bank, I?ma get it non-stop
When they play in the spot, let everybody holla
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that I hate
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go ahead tell ?em why you?re mad
?Cause you?re broke and you?re sad
And ain?t nobody tryin? to
Fuck you
So I just want to say
F U C K you
Kimbrel, I?m just sayin? what I feel
You hoes faker than a three dollar bill
Now the Queen?s back, you already know the drill
Only time you gettin? burned is when you?re on the treadmill
It?s like they always on their period
Tell why you?re mad, go on tell ?em why you furious
You chicks crack me up, don't nobody take you serious
I laughed at ?em, make Eddie Murphy delirious
Listen here, don?t hate me, hate the person in the mirror
So please keep that fake ass shit from over here
And ev?rybody put your middle fingers in the air
And we gon? tell them haters
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that I hate
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my French
But I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go ahead tell ?em why you?re mad
?Cause you?re broke and you?re sad
And ain?t nobody tryin? to
Fuck you
So I just want to say
F U C K you
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo
Can't fuck wit you
Fo real
They can't fuck wit you
They can't fuck wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man
What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man
C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas
Where you at nigga
C'mon nigga
Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon
Yo Check em out Yo yo yo
When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme
Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine
I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes
Half is mine
So you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box
Wit my man on the ox
We gon do it like we did it on the block
Let's roll
Like wit 60's 30's
40 niggas wit me
Rep ya hood
Rep ya block
Rep ya city
This is me talkin, without the Remy in me
I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie
Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
Yea niggas
Do what you like (We don't give a fuck)
Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga)
And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Yeah, it’s I.R.S bitches!
You know what it is!
You’re now hustling with the godmother! cocaine cow girl.
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!
Here, I gotta give it to you,
Here’s your round of applauds!
…, baby, the fianl curtain call
The black widow, symbol of corruption!
Don’t know by now, your girl get a costume,
Pay attention homie, follow instructions,
Kim is about to show you how to..
You’re cold hearted, …Brooklyn,
Ain’t no shit hands over here, we get …
I strike harder; I’m ten times smarter,
I sneak up on you like Japan did Pearl Harbor.
I’m a …daughter, don’t stand too close,
You catch a heat rush, skinny blanco,oho,
For me to…
The queen….
I hope you got your poncho.
So mention my name out of your mouth,
And before you take a vow…
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!
..like attention, come get some!
I million ways of dying, if you could just pick one!
I’ma ill shot, I’ve got a sick gun,
And it’s contagious, so you’ll catch it even if you run.
Ah, and my niggers feeling…too!
This connected phone line, no…
…I’ll arrest the crew.
We need a full doze, can do the..
And shoot at you actors, like movie shoots.
And I’m a vet, baby! Just the new recruit,
So mention Kim name in your songs, and I’ll be at your show
With a round of applauds.
Clap, clap! Here is Kimy Blaco!
You already know I gotta shoot this,
And our .. is full in case you want some more.
I think I’m here, I’m cool!
O.K dash!
Clap, clap!
I think you deserve… Bravo!
..I’ll be everywhere you’re scared to go.
Just…like…
I’m back in B.K. and I’m…
Let’s have a toast, not for the…
For your old school niggers…
It’s that new shit, on that new track,
Ain’t…the youngest…
Money…
If the queen says its… then you want us in the play.
So mention Kim name in your verses,
And we gonna clap it up, till they close the curtains.
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!
O.K.! I.R.S. will eliminate the imitation,
They on death road, execute the perpretation!
Niggers we try our flight, permanent vacations,
This model is eighteen, that’s my stand innovation.
No Jersey show, but we hear the situation,
Send my enemies up, elevation!
I’m a bad boy just like…was,
White...ride through the city cause…
We’ve been stressed niggers, and we’ve let the…to wait.
So mention Kim’s name in your rap
And we’ll be back stage with the…
[Lil' Kim:]
It was love at first sight, everything was right,
I didn't know he had another life with the kid and wife
And he bought me a ring and he bought us both the same cars
What started out as a simple love affair
End it with someone inside electric chair
And the same man that she was in love with is now in love with me
A didn't mean to hurt her could have been somebody's mom
But she took his heart with she pulled out that gun
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
[Rihanna:]
Mama, mama, mama I just show a man down
In central station in front of a big whole croud
Why, why?
Oh mama, mama, mama, I just shot a man down
[Lil' Kim:]
I can't imagine what I'd do if I were in her shoes
Cause if he did this to me I'd probably kill him too
Cause if he'd play me for a fool I'd probably loose my cool
And reach for my firearm
I wish she didn't lay him down but it's too late to turn back now
Don't know what she was thinking but I know what she was feeling
And now he's no longer around
I didn't mean to hurt him, could have been somebody's son
But she took his heart with when she pulled out that gun
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
[Rihanna:]
Mama, mama, mama I just show a man down
In central station in front of a big whole croud
Why, why?
Oh mama, mama, mama, I just shot a man down
Forgive me now
[Lil' Kim:]
I never thought she'd do it, I never thought she'd do it, I never thought she'd do it, oh gosh
Why ever do she do it? why ever do she do it? why ever do she do it?
Who do she pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger, pulled this trigger, boom
And end this, end this life so soon
Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger, boom
And what you gonna do? mi say what you gonna do?
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam mi say one man down, oh god
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam mi say one man down
Now you are a criminal, criminal, criminal
Yes you are a criminal, criminal, criminal
He ain't got nobody on the gun when she went out of town
Before it be another one man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
[Rihanna:]
Mama, mama, mama I just show a man down
In central station in front of a big whole croud
Why, why?
Oh mama, mama, mama, I just shot a man down
Oh, it's my time to shine (peace to all the earths)
and peace to all the gods, junior mafia clique, woo
One: Lil' Kim
Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths
Queen Bee Bitch, Poppa keep my rich
In gun tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles
Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins
I got half a mill stashed in the boat station
For womenizers and a hand full of hoes that hate me
But lately, it seems pople make the world go round
From A to Z, I breaks 'em down alphabetically
Pethtically, I puts the pressure
In ya Jones that you fold like a motor, i'll burn out, Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All that baulin'!, cryin'! ...lyin'!
Cause this black Queen is shinin', you didn't know I was Lieutenant
Bitch, well that's primary
You just a secondary secretary, envy against me
Because I stay laced in Ellen Tracey, Dolce & Gabanna
And people love me for my style, my personal
Niggas go wild and want to have my child
But I just sit back and enjoy, the optimism given from a girl to a boy
(that's what it's all about)
(Mona Lisa)
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. click
yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. click
Two: Lil' Kim
We all know what it means to be broke, breaking niggaz off
For some ends and weed smoke, some like to mix it with coke
Trees I like 'em fine, straight up marijuin'
And I'm put the lent in ya dents
Then you'll be stressed out with no dollars and no cents
Dressed in gear from last year, that you bought
Before you quit ya job at the airport
Thinkin' you gon' make a mill from this rap game
But you labeled as a lame and it's a damn shame
No fame, no name, show no shame
Who's to blame (tore up in ya frame)
Now you wanna lick a shot cause you ain't got
Get props, runnin' up in weed spots
Just a little just to make cash
So you put the cream and the jewels in the stash
Quick fast, get mad
Cause ya man's in my whip, honey button ya lip
Cause my clique is too thick, it's all about the guns, the ones
Just another day that the Earths used the Suns
(Mona Lisa)
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
(Mona Lisa and Lil' Kim)
hey baby it's about time to shine
we're movin' on
keep it going strong
can't stop what's going on
hey baby it's about time to shine
we're movin' on
keep it going strong
can't stop what's going on
(JM and Kim keep movin' on)
(Mona Lisa)
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
Venue after venue I've been through
Come up to the telly so I can bend you
Send you to the store condoms and more
Jealous females call you sluts and whores
Could it be my hardcore metaphor
Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor
Open up the Lex door jump on in
I'm kind of tired, I'm a roll blunts while you spin
You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving
Hair blond out, Madonna style like a virgin
Splurging, Dom P., Rose much foreplay that's my forte
Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death
She looking for a man, honey he just left
Violate me, he get beat to death
Good fellas squeeze every shell they got left
Grand Marnie increase the don strength
Two four-fifths within my arms length
With a calm breath I say we gots to float
Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat
Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine
Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen
And you mean too, eyes greenish blue
Got the Corgi sweater with the bubble Fubu
Beautiful, that's how the night goes
Get out them tight clothes
Get in some night clothes
I invite those girls that smoke lye
Keep it real with you, you keep it real with I
We be tight like frog's ass have you screaming
"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance"
Would you ride with me?
Yeah
Would you lie for me?
That's right
Would you get high with me?
For sure
Would you die for me?
No doubt
Would you ride with me?
Yeah
Would you lie for me?
That's right
Would you get high with me?
For sure
Would you die for me?
No doubt
These hoes don't treat you like I treat you
Like my contacts I can see right through
Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?
Queen Bitch means number one and two
Wifey, y'all ain't got to like me
Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one
Y'all know where I'm from Buck town, lay your ass down
You don't wanna play around with me
Probably just mad because Frank chose me
A fly cutie, you just a groupie
Girls call my telephone just to hang up
While me and you is in the crib, laying up
Oh, he ain't tell you that we live together
And that we gonna have a kid together
Whatever, me intimidated, never
Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim
Anyway, I fuck better than you
Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
If I fuck another nigga don't mean nothing
B.I.G. is in my heart from the start
Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch
Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?
See I don't care 'bout them other broads
B.I.G. kept it real with me and that's that
Would you ride with me?
Yeah
Would you lie for me?
That's right
Would you get high with me?
For sure
Would you die for me?
No doubt
Would you ride with me?
Yeah
Would you lie for me?
That's right
Would you get high with me?
For sure
Would you die for me?
No doubt
Would you ride with me?
Yeah
Would you lie for me?
That's right
Would you get high with me?
For sure
Would you die for me?
No doubt
Would you ride with me?
Yeah
Would you lie for me?
That's right
Would you get high with me?
For sure
Would you die for me?
No doubt
Would you ride with me?
Yeah
Would you lie for me?
That's right
Would you get high with me?
Shake ya body body, move ya body body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body body
Dip ya body body, work ya body body
Any body body, everybody body
Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o
Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o
Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil
Fists rockin' like Adriian
We come through like Superfriends
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six O'clock
And the party won't stop, 'bout to hit the IHOP
Got twenty inch mirrors rollin' under the drop
So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot
Shake ya body body, move ya body body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body body
Dip ya body body, work ya body body
Any body body, everybody body
New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A.
Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae
Rude boys in the club smokin' on hay
Smoke the [Incomprehensible] weed, Cali and the Bay
Real live niggaz, put y'all hands up
Wanna get tossed, drink that liquor
Who's got the industry locked, Kelly and Jigga
Crack my skull, turn that shit up
Shake ya body body, move ya body body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body body
Dip ya body body, work ya body body
Any body body, everybody body
We got honies everywhere
Corks off the Cris' poppin' everywhere
Partyin' hard like we just don't care
The best of both worlds, that shit ain't fair
This shit ain't fair, I, am, Jay, Hov'
Mami shake ya body body, don't hurt nobody body
It's me in the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
Of R and B thug and me I would say I'm probably
The hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and
Put it in a song, ma how could you go wrong
Worse than a armed robbery
Know that I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky
You can go on clockin' me, ain't nuttin' gon' stop me
High as Allah I be, movin' in peace but I
Move with the piece, so them, dudes in the streets
Will never remove my piece, got me?
Niggaz'll never get me, I never move sloppy
Move with the glock-50, got some Tupac with me
Let's not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses
Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic
Make a hole and let the Queen come past
I come through in the speedboat, with 808's in the glass
Push big things here, bet most of y'all crash
Back to trainin' lightweights, you in the wrong weight class
Haters, stay awake, fuck the Harlem Shake
We slam dance like Onyx, check my ebonics
You got, heat nigga you thinkin' we won't blaze?
Gotta come hard 'cause these are the last days
When I, do it I do's it, ain't no more to it
Ask [Incomprehensible] I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy's, to cashiers that brace me
We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be
I pass on the 6, they don't impress me much
I want the bulletproof 7 'cause the doors lift up
They pick the best of all girls, so how y'all sound?
I got the best of both worlds, holdin' me down
Shake ya body body, move ya body body
Twist ya body body, switch ya body body
Dip ya body body, work ya body body
Lil Kim Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Verse + Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
Tonights the night shawty, you'll never forget this
I dim the lights, I get it right I'm like a pimp
Sit right down on the bed, I'll make the clothes disappear quick
I see through her shield, her pearl look pretty clear kid
I'm turned on, I really want to hit
Kiss her neck and nibble, until I way down by her waist kid
Man she's a freak, I'm a freak, I be freakin' off
When she come in with her friends, I'm like take it off
I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah I'm rich bitch
That don't mean I'm running round buying chicks shit
You see the chrome out, been shining on my new 6
My pinky ring, my neck and my ears and my wrist lick
I like the ice, I'm pretty nice on the dice trips
Twice in row, you know, I got to get the dough
My confidence is high, I know I can hit a lik
My G's pretty good, I know I can get the bitch
Lil Kim Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
Lil Kim Verse + Hook
I'll be your wife, I'll be your girl, I'll be your mistress
But if you ain't spending that dough, you gettin' dismissed
That means you got to me leased like a seamstress
You can't expect nothing less from the Queen, Bitch!
My doggy style make you want to jump on that
Just like a dog on the chase for the kitty-cat
Now he's a freak, I'm a freak, I be freakin' off
He pour the honey on me, then he eat it off
I take his breathe away, Kim leave him speechless
I'm so wet, I have a nigga feelin' sea sick
He in the streets all day, but it's alright
Cause he be back tonight, and then the next night
And then the next night, because the sex tight
I'll be his Advil, I got to keep his head right
He outta town and he feening for me every night
He so addicted, sending for me on the next flight
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
Lil Kim Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
50 Cent Hook
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa.. Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa.. Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa.. Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa..
[Intro]
It's a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail, the Queen)
But it don't matter (but it don't matter)
Cause you ain't got nuttin, for us (you ain't got nothin. for us)
So as long as you live, remember this
[Chorus: Shelene Thomas]
You can't fuck with Queen Bee. Queen Bee. Queen Bee!
All you haters will see. see. see!
[Lil' Kim]
Don't be mad, I can't put this - money in a casket
I can't put these - cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I day
I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin that you wrote this song
But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
You better off takin heed from your boy Jada
I know you, hate dyin - but you gon' die a hater
I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y'all nearsighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light - baby watch 'em glow
Red yellow and green - don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
From "Hardcore" to "Notorious" you studied my flow
And still.
[Chorus] + Governor ad libs
[Lil' Kim]
Whether ya, slingin the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry, down to Wall Street
They ask:
[Governor]
What is she like, what does she need?
What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please
Be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires, in this whole world
[Lil' Kim]
Just cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
You ain't gotta be filthy rich, but you can't be cheap
I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God damn self
And if you spiritual, got a good heart and can make me laugh
And can fuck.
[Chorus Two: Shelene Thomas] + (Governor)
You can get with Queen Bee. (y'all can get with Queen Bee)
Queen Bee. (yeah, ye yeah) Queen Bee! (awww)
Take you to ecstasy (she gon' take y'all to ecstasy)
Ecstasy. (do it to 'em Queen Bee) Ecstasy!
(Yeah. it's yo' time baby, it's yo' time girl!)
[Lil' Kim]
Ain't nuttin gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer, and richer
So like it or not, I am who I am
When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
Now take it to the bridge
[Full Force] + (Lil' Kim)
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that feel good?)
(Full Force sing the break one more time, c'mon, c'mon)
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that sound so nice?)
[Chorus] + various ad libs by Kim and Governor
[Chorus Two] + ad libs by all artists
[Shelene] + (Governor)
Gotta let 'em know
Let 'em knowowwwww (let 'em know Bee!)
Can't see the Queen (Give it to 'em Bee)
Queen Bee (give it to 'em Bee) Queen Bee! (yea yea, yeah)
(Puff)
B.I.G,
Lil Cease
(Mr.Bristal)
Sipping Hansun
Got dough like the Hansons
Bitches come fast and out like Helly Hansen
Mister Bristal you will neva catch me dancing
Off the prancing
Only in a mansion
In a party high and drunk
I see you glancing
Never blow my cool even if its jammin
Is the bitch is a feed I got a cannon
Cock, Lick shots, Leave them where they standing
You can call the cops I never get ran in
Call Blake C. yall get the understanding
Who my man is, who the fam is
All that bullshit you talk, can it
We own the planet
Its a definite
Niggas go for money reppin it
Armagedding it
Everything we on we setting it
You delicate
Farr away in the country where you better get
Yall need to get with some veterans
Chorus: (Harve Pierre)
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around...with me
No more.....I'll kill you
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around...with me
No more.....I'll kill you
(Lil Cease)
Yo Yo Yo
Niggas wanna start shit
Push the button
See the dough flip from the carpet
Me and Brist about to lock down the market
Gats they spark it
Lie to
Got crips and bloods that pop ???
B.Rock I'm a die for you
Til this day I'm a ride for you
God forbid I die too
When you pull that gack
I'll be right besides you
To guide you
On who to hit and not to
If a niggas guilty he got to die to
Thats the reala
They talking to the roach killa
The most illa
About to upset New York like Reggie Miller
Plus they say you turn thug you turn killa
Its hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya
That's why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
That's why I say stay back, don't get to familiar
Cause if you get to close my niggas might fucking kill ya
Chorus: (Harve Pierre)
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around
Lil Kim: another
You don't wanna play around...with me
Lil Kim: da queen b
No more.......I'll kill you
Lil Kim: the extraodinaire
You don't wanna play around
Lil Kim: Lil Cease
You don't wanna play around
Lil Kim: Coming at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium
You don't wanna play around...with me
Lil Kim: uh
No more.......I'll kill you
Lil Kim: uh
(Lil Kim)
Fuck all yall hoes I blows like suits
Bitches don't shake my hand
They salute, the leutinent
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
Balling like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far
From pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars
Niggas think I'm rich
I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots
And still be the shit of the night
When I come through
You be on the side holding your cups like the bums do
Waiting for the queen to put some change in it
I pull out a g and drop it
With a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted this shit
So I got to make a profit
And all the ends I sends to my mens down in Scarfett
Me and Lil Cease in partuni partners
Laying niggas down like carpenters
So pardon us
Like Nikes, we just do it
We aint ameteurs to this shit
We used to it
And all the bodies I killed
I keep them on file
So when there anniversaries come
We pop Cristal
Ask Chrystal, the golden child Tow dow!
Take it how I give it
You talk shit
We live it
Don't forget it
(Puff)
Stop trying to sound like her too
[Lil' Cease]
Ex-girlfriend how you been
Need the keys back to my bends
Like Deborah Cox if we in love then we can't be friends
Mariah, never duplicated, always imitated, gave you bad dreams
During any sex you can't help but yell cease!
Please, didn't I take you to benzes
I'll break your heart, my sexual fantasy's a work of art
Chill wit' Mariah, Kim and we on fire
But we won't stop and we can't stop
[Mariah Carey]
Here we go again, I don't think you are just friends
Stay away from her and then you'll see
You don't need she, your love is all for me
1- Ex-girlfriend stay away from my man
You had your chance now it's gone
So you know just have to move on
Soooo here we goooooo
2 - [Mariah Carey/(Lil' Cease)/{Lil' Kim}]
Ex-girlfriend how have you been
I don't think that we can be friends
(Check yourself before you wreck yourself)
Ex-girlfriend how have you been
I don't think that we can be friends
{Uh Queen Bee baby, Mariah and Cease}
[Mariah Carey]
We aren't gonna see you
So don't go the places you've been
He has more money, and richer friends
Stop calling his house, or there are gonna be problems
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Is this a dream or could it be
That my boyfriend is leavin' me
I need he, and I need his live
Ohhhhhhhhhh ex-girlfriend
[Lil' Kim]
Remember when you said that you would die for me
All you ever did was lie to me
The day you said bye to me
I was like alright, why would this bitch put up a fight
Queen Bitch, he can't live without this
Who's the one with the biggest tits
And best thrown fists
Can't stop me, Lil' Kim the Queen Bee
With Mariah, this girl is on fire
And I need the weed to get me higher and higher
Knock me from the top, need sex to get me hot
And if not you ain't gettin' no (shhh) better move on
Ex, you know she ain't the best so why you always
Starin at her breasts
You need to move on before I do, and I can't live without you
Repeat 1
Intro:
If you're girl only knew... (echo)
If you're girl only knew... (echo)
[Aaliyah]
If your girl only knew,
That you was trying to get with me (what would she do)
If your girl only knew,
That you was dissin' her to talk to me
She...
Chorus:
She would probably leave (probably leave)
You alone (you alone)
She would probably curse you out and unplug her phone (heyyy)
I bet she'd be glad (oh yeah)
That you was gone (you was gone)
And that she wouldn't have to worry (oohh)
No, no, no more
If your girl only knew,
That I would want to kick it with you (if she knew)
And if your girl could only see,
How you be calling me, getting fresh with me
She probably...
Chorus:
She would probably leave (leave you)
You alone (you alone)
She would probably curse you out and unplug her phone (unplug her phone)
I bet she'd be glad (she'll be glad)
That you was gone (that you was gone)
And that she wouldn't have to worry (oohh)
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, you wanna know what she'd do?
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, if she caught you, probably drop you
Call me the L-I-L K-I-M
The number one, never two
If I was her, I'd take you for your stash
Brand new B.M., get you for your cash
And Aaliyah don't want you, for her songs
You wanna catch me
Queen Bee might be made, but you can't get me
Messin' wit' chickenheads, slidin' on ice
Sex is an option, if the price is right
Thourough sistas, we adapt to any rebel sistas
Whole bank figures, just like Aaliyah
I'm one in a million, plus I sell that much
Remember Jr. Mafia, I need you tonight, get your only dutch
Remix, Aaliyah and Lil' Kim, uh
Bridge:
She's crazy to put up with you (hey)
Oh boy I won't be no fool (won't be no fool)
Let you like what you see
It ain't easy to get with me (no baby)
If ain't gon' put up with you (with you...)
I won't be no fool (won't be no fool)
Let you like what you see
It ain't easy to get with me
Chorus 3x
[Lil' Kim]
Oh, ho, whoa, whoa
Hey yea, yeah
[Lil' Kim]
You got it going on (what, what)
you got it going on (what, what)
Come on, come on Strictly fuck we/those (6) digit niggaz
If the first one is a (9) they a buck behind, I live my rhyme
At the same time can't find myself layin up, if you payin up
Bullets start sprayin up, you know my niggaz is sick
The game ain't enough for you to run up in this
I needs stacks of chips, you know dream house money
Shit you just like me so don't start acting funny
[Usher]
Your the kind of girl that makes
Everybody feel that your just so damn good (so damn good)
But your secrets I found out
So don't deny what you're about
I know the truth, you know I do (I do)
Chorus:
I know you get lonely
Just like me
And you want it
Just like me
But act like you don't
you know you're just like me
[Usher]
Quiet is kept you cry for help
When no one else is there I betcha you touch yourself
Does it feel good?
Late night calls, I betcha you do it all
Anything to get it off
but you still persist to front on me
Baby tell me
(bridge)
Why (oh why) do we play this game of chase
When we know we both feel the same way
And why, do you put me through all these changes
When you know your just a freak like me
You're just like me
[Lil' Kim]
If I had one wish in the world, I swear to God
It would be for girls to rock pearls, straight out the oyster
Voice your opinion Queen Bee made a million
Got mirrors on my ceiling, so I can see it
When ya head be in between it, if I had a penis
I'd be heartless for real though, niggas start shit
I'd just flash out my dido, ya'll move to quick
Thought I'd be memorized by your cocaine bricks
And ya smoke gray six, nigga thought you was a groupie
obsessed fan with my picture in your hooptie
You heard my record now ya know I'm freaky
So ya wanna wreek it and ya wanna see me
How your dreams be, you want me sexual
In a gun fight, 2 on 3
I'm next to pull, and I love life
Something you never could imagine, then you woke the fuck up
It's just rappin
(Hook)
Don't front like you don't girl you're just like me
Just like me
Peep the scripts gold honey from the whips
Jumped out like yo who the fuck you with
Flash the juice 'cause that's the rule
Damn I like a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes
Face natural can I get at you?
Saw a spot on the body look nice with a tattoo
With my name, but didn't want to jump the gun
I didn't know how many niggas was humping hon
I said I never seen a face like yours before
And I been around some cute whores before
That either me or my boys tore it up before
So I'm hoping you different let you push the 6
And give you a different life and
Baby if it's right jump on it in the morning
And ride it till the night
Want to buy you real jury when it hits the light
Bitches are momentarily lose they sight
She said
"I know what boys like, I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like
I know what boys like, I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like me"
So want a cute with a booty like ow
Deeper than the mow airy shine like tadow
But I'm a real bitch so you know I do real things
Only real bitches live like queens, get it?
Safety deposit in the walk-in closet
Marvel forts is for matching rolls Royce's
In the driveway from Monday to Friday
I be the richest, shitting on these bitches
While chickens cluck giving up the butt
I blaze the cut with the daddy raw buff
You can call me a slut who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga shit I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup give me half up front
My sex be the best so we split these costs
You can stop saying mine and start saying ours
I know what girls like, I know what they want
They want to sex me, they think I'm sexy
I know what girls like, girls like me
I know what boys like, I know what they want
They want to sex me, they think I'm sexy
I know what boys like, boys like me
Got the bomb place, fireplace John blaze
Victoria Secret lingerie, ice like Don King
The price was like 8 digits a long way, shit
Got the beach front view, V1 too
Cop you one cop me one too
On the place, jet ski's park by the lake
No neighbors, make all the noise you want to make
Invite your friends over better make their way through
The Benz's and the rovers before they reach the door
Vacate, hey wait, a week or more first class to and fro, freakin' off
Got the ham things lot champagne popped
Cruise around the world 'till the damn thing stop
Cop Rembrandt, handle, pay the lot
Can't complain, we balling, true or not?
I know what girls like, I know what they want
I know what girls like, girls like
I know what girls like, I know what they want
I know what girls like, girls like me
I know what boys like, I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like
I know what boys like, I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like me
I know what girls like, I know what they want
I know what girls like, girls like
I know what girls like, I know what they want
I know what girls like, girls like me
I know what boys like, I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like
I know what boys like, I know what they want
No time for fake ones
Just sip some crystal with these real ones
From east to west coast spread love son
And while you keep talking [unverified] we count bank funds
No time for fake ones
Just sip some crystal with these real ones
From east to west coast spread love son
And while you keep talking [unverified] we count bank funds
Uh, I momma, Miss Navana
Usually rock the prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zha Zha Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diana, all them rich misses
Puff Daddy bump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the e-class with the goggles
96 Models, bad blick on the stroll
Tell 'em how we roll
Cruise control, nothing make a woman feel better
Then barrettas and ammerettas
Butter leathers and mad chedders
Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos
Tryin' to stick a brother for his pesos
If you say so, then I'm the same chick
That you wanna get with and lick me where it's hot
Gotta hit the spot, if not then don't test
The poom-poom-nani-nani, punani dani, hey
No time for fake ones
Just sip some crystal with these real ones
From east to west coast spread love son
And while you keep talking [unverified] we count bank funds
How you like it, baby?
Uhh, from the front, uhh, from the back
Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Make you scream papa
You da best, da da, now watch mama
Go up and down with the jaws crazy, unh
Oh, say my name baby and you know, ain't no one
Like the queen bee, have you speaking in French
Ooh-la, oui, oui, c'est la vie
Then I cracks for the Mercedes
I act shady and feel my 360 gator boots for ladies
Ooh, wee I see, your girl ain't a freak
Like me or Adina, huh, can't fade a rhinoceros in rap
Lil' Kim a rookie, how preposterous is that?
No time for fake ones
Just sip some crystal with these real ones
From east to west coast spread love son
And while you keep talking [unverified] we count bank funds
Right back at ya the one Cleopatra, diggin' in your stash
Players think they gonna get some ass
No money-money, no licky-licky
Forget the sticky sticky and your quickie
Give me your loot, your Mack-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, Jean Paul pete shouldn't compete
If you can't wet it, forget it, don't sweat it
I bet it make it come smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a chick from ballin'
Ha-ha to la-la to drop-by's they be calling
And you ain't know while you be kickin that old shit
We making hits platinum and gold shit
We stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man there's a bad girl
That's right, it's a bad girl
No time for fake ones
Just sip some crystal with these real ones
From east to west coast spread love son
See it's two type of bitches in the world
You got a broke bitch, you got a rich bitch
That would explain what I am
And what my girl, Missy is
We the rich muthafuckin' bitches
That's right
And then you got a bitch like me
Who just stand above all bitches
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary
You know what sayin'?
But y'all know what the fuck I mean
I'm the queen bitch, that's right muthafucka, what?
Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me
A muthafucka' ain't takin' my title
Or my girl Missy title
Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right
See only bitches like us
Is allowed to play a game of chess
You see, a real queen needs a king
You damn muthafuckin' right
I don't want a nigga laying up under me
That can't do for me
What I can't do for my muthafuckin' self
So when y'all see me in the street?
This is what I want y'all to do
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say
Say it along, say it along now, say
"She's a bitch!"
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor
He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on
I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone
I looked at him and all he could say was
"Damn baby, bring it on"
I talk shit but I come through like a storm
I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm
And all he could feel, was this love baby
I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a, I don't give a
I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
He ain't checkin' for you
I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a, I don't give a
I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
Lil Kim:
Queen bitch red lipstick
The all black harlot call me black Barbie
Fuck a blow job it's a motherfuckin' hobbie
Under 7 inches uhh sorry
Minute men I can't fuck wit them
I like to ride the cock till you hit the spot
Uhh come on baby make it hot
Got a convertable drop the top
Before we do a thing I want the diamonds and the rings
The furs the minks the jewels the links
You know I'm freaky so ya got to eat me and uh
I know you hate it but uh
GET NAKED!
Lil Kim & Tommy Lee:
You ain't lickin' this
You ain't stickin' this we don't want the dick
Fuck the cunt games you girls can't complain
And I ain't leavin' til you're sleepin on the cum stains
You ain't lickin' this
You ain't stickin' this we don't want the dick
Fuck the cunt games you girls can't complain
And I ain't leavin' til you're sleepin on the cum stains
GET, GET NAKED!
Come on baby make it hot
GET, GET NAKED!
Ride the cock til you hit the spot
GET, GET NAKED!
Come on baby make it hot
Yo uh yo uh yo yo
Freak freak ya'll (TR)
Freak freak ya'll (G&B;)
Freak freak ya'll (C'mon 2001)
Freak freak ya'll (Refugees 2001)
Toot toot ya'll (2001)
Toot toot ya'll (They ain't ready)
Toot toot ya'll (They ain't ready)
Toot toot ya'll (Naw they ain't ready WHAT)
Freak freak ya'll (They ain't ready)
Freak freak ya'll (Yo they ain't ready)
Freak freak ya'll (Yo)
Freak freak ya'll (Ya'll know you ain't ready)
Toot toot ya'll (They ain't ready)
Toot toot ya'll (Yea c'mon)
Toot toot ya'll (Hit 'em up)
Toot toot ya'll (Said you wanna be with a bad boy)
Freak freak (HOT)
[Verse 1: G&B;]
I said enough to make you stop
I spit game 'til the panties drop
Ladies claim I'm a playa but I'm not
I just know how to kick what I got
And we can cruise in my cream drop top
Set me up like a thief in the night
Love the way them jeans fit that ass so tight
So tight
So if you wanna slide with me
Baby come and take a ride with me
Pretty eyes hypnotizing me
Steal my heart like a robbery
Oh oh
[Chorus: G&B;]
Freak freak (Ya'll)
Baby girl it's on
Got the candles lit wit a bucket of Dom
Toot toot (Ya'll)
And when I beep my horn
Drop top non stop 2 seconds now we gone
Freak freak (Ya'll)
You know how I get
Tryna lay you down
And see how rough we get
Toot toot (Ya'll)
And when I beep my horn
Hop in witcha tricks in a velvet thong
[Verse 2: G&B;]
Tight jeans baby blue Tee top
I see you took from your moms not your pops
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Body so sick make the traffic stop
And if you want we can hit the next spot
Bounce hop let our bodies interlock
You best believe I'ma give you all I got
And once I do I'ma have you on lock
On lock
If you wanna slide with me
Baby come and take a ride with me
Pretty eyes hypnotizing me
Steal my heart like a robbery
Oh oh
Repeat Chorus
GIRL COME HERE
Repeat Chorus
Life is what you make it
So hold it my dear
Hit me on the pager
And I'll be right over
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Tonight strictly Henny
Ain't *fuckin'* with the Remy
'cause once the Remy in me
*Niggas* wanna bend me
I know a few cats
Who would love to slide up in me
Said Kimmy get the jimmy
Rock harder than a penny
*Nigga* that's your girl (Say what?)
Let her go
I'm a bad *bitch*
And honey is so-so
I'm on the celly-celly
Wit my homegirl Mo
Ayo check I got the hot Product called G&B;
I can feel *niggas*
You know I got that freak in me
Hottest thang this summer
Best be believin' me (Shake 'em down Kim)
Ya'll know *niggas* ain't ready
Ya'll *?bitches?* ain't ready
But am I right Teddy? (Yup yup)
No diggity
My name hold weight from New York to California
Ask Ja Rule baby
I'll put it on ya
I'm a kinky girl
I like kinky things
FF on the corner 'til the kinky sings
Word
Repeat Chorus
w/ Freak freak ya'll... Toot toot ya'll repeating throughout
It's like a phenomenon
[Lil' Cease]
Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga
The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it
The best that ever lived it
Cocksuckers, What's his name, huh?
That's how we do it ya'll
To all my niggaz in the house
Bad Boy, Who we die for
All day, everyday nigga
[Verse 1]
For the love of BIG, we bang out
Since my man died, we don't hang out
We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out
Mafia World, all my niggaz max out
We Bad Boys, why ya'll niggaz cracked out
Coward niggaz, most are burried down south
Far from gangstas, really hush puppies
Niggaz bearly speak when we discuss money
Niggaz stay yappin when there's always somethin funny
The realest niggaz never took nuthin from me
Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kids
Got niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix
A yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel
Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.
[Lil' Cease]
To all my thugs who puffed him
To all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name..
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for..
Mafia
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Representin Bucktown
Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
[Verse 2]
For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger, big city boy with deep pockets
See me speak, that paper better be the topic
I like my ice frozen like the Antartic
I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it
And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit
I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things
Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring
My nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam
Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains
Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain
Still ride, still die for BIG's name
(chorus)
[Verse 3]
For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig
Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did
When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and thats the way it is for..
We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera
Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like hampers
I roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep...
We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel
B.K. style, see BIG howl, now
Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world
Niggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep...
Niggaz tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut
Wood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga what
Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths
Know my gat and bust for my nigga...
(chorus)
[Lil' Kim]
Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it
Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...
All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E
Ya'll niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma
Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own
Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up
BIG missin us, shout him out...
(chorus)
[Guy]:
Damn baby Can't believe you bagged Lil Kim.
[Biggie]:
Oh yeah that bitch on my dick man. She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch.
[Guy 2]:
Word?
[Biggie]:
I'm a knock her ass. But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though.
[Guy 2]:
I want to I want to man. But that bitch want some eatin pussy shit yo. I'm not tryin to fuck with that kid.
[Guy]:
Yeah but the other one. The little short one with the fat ass.
[Guy 2]:
Where?
[Guy]:
Thinkin right there. I'm think I could put it in the ass.
[Biggie]:
I'm a tell ya'll something. I'm a fuck Kim. I'm a take her up in the room.
[Guy 2]:
I want that one right there.
[Biggie]:
With the ponytail?
[Guy]:
Yeah
[Biggie]:
Yeah fuck her fuck her.
[Guy 2]:
I'm a fuck her good. Take that! Take that yo.
[Guy]:
No doubt.
[Biggie]:
We gon fuck the shit out these bitches.
[Guy]:
I'm gon take that out right now.
[Biggie]:
We gon fuck the shit out these bitches.
[Guy 2]:
That's anal right there.
[Biggie]:
Anal?
[Guy]:
Anal baby.
[Biggie]:
[P. Diddy]
What's Going On
[Jermaine Dupri]
Tell Me
P Diddy (Jermaine Dupri):
People Dying (Yeah)
People Crying (Uh-huh)
Lord help us (C'mon)
[Bono]
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
[Gwen Stefani]
Oh, brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
[Jermaine Dupri]
That's Right
[Aaron Lewis]
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
[Nona Gaye]
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
[Backstreet Boys]
You see war is not the answer
[Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys]
For only love can conquer hate
[Christina Aguilera]
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
[Britney Spears]
Barricades, can't block our way
[J-Lo]
Don't punish me with brutality
[Destiny's Child]
Talk to me
So you can see
[Destiny's Child/Britney Spears]
(First Chorus)
Oh what's going on
What's going on
Yeah what's going on
Ahh what's going on
[Ja Rule]
What's going on in a world filled with pain
Where's the love for which we pray
What's going on
When our children can't play
Homeless can't eat
There's got to be a better way
What's going on
When we politically blind
Can't see the signs of endangered times
What's going on
[Nelly Furtado]
Ah ah tell me
What's goin' on in the world today.
I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away
We got this first world vision too
Comfy to lift up our hands in the air
And cry for a switch
[Michael Stipe]
Father, father
[P. Diddy]
Father help us, come on
[Michael Stipe]
Everybody thinks we're wrong
[Alicia Keys]
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong
[P. Diddy]
United we stand, Divided we fall
[N'Sync]
Oh you know we've got to find a way
[Mary J. Blige]
To bring some understanding here today
[N'Sync]
Barricades can't block our way
[Darren Hayes]
Don't punish me with brutality
[N'Sync]
Baby talk to me
So you can see
(Second chorus)
Yeah, what's going on
Hey, what's going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
[Nelly]
What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask them why they don't bother
Oh no, oh no
Make me turn to my father
And ask him why they all got a trapped soul
[Nas]
I can feel what was bothering Marvin
Why his words forever remain
Dealing with these modern day problems
'Cause of ignorance surrounding me and my constituents
Too many infected
Too many lives diminishing
Nobody say Protestants, Jews, Blacks, and Whites, Latinos and
Asians
Pray together
Less fight
We better unite
As genocide chemical war
And the rich and the poor
Know that God delivers a cure
[Eve]
It's a shame our reality is devastating
People praying for a cure
Dying while they're waiting
Ask the Lord for the comfort and strength to face it
All the kids with dreams
Won't get the chance to chase it
Makes me sad
Think about the lives they would've had
Think about the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta come together
We gotta fight for life
[Lil' Kim]
Uh uh uh uh
See I come from the streets
A world with racism and poverty
It's hard to make peace
Little girl with big dreams
You don't have to settle
We gone get out the ghetto
We fight but still things ain't right
Too many dying
Lord knows I keep trying
You don't know the pain I feel
I miss you B.I.G.
Let's find a cure for A.I.D.S
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
Somebody tell me what's going on
(what's going on)
Somebody tell me what's going on
Smile in your face!
Yeaaah!
Back Stabbers!
INTRO/CHORUS
They smile in your face
All the time they wanna take your place
The back stabbers!(Back stabbers)
VERSE 1:(LIL KIM AKA BIG MOMMA)
The Buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains
Dental records checkin my remains,it's hard to explain
First I see 'em then I don't, they disappear
First she tried to slit my throat,now she ain't there
I'm seein bitches in the mirrors behind me
But when I turn around, they hard to find
See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed
Make a bitch wanna choke me till I bleed
Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums
That some young bum had to bust just for wreck
Earn some self-respect,now should I tote a fo' pound
'Cause a clown wants my autograph
Broken off that hash I think he wants my cash
The Lexus and rings,give a sex simple and plain
But these bitches is mad an' they niggas is bad
So they scheme on a CREAM,you know
Fuck the hos,bitches is detrimental,the guns is essential
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 2:(LIL KIM)
I'm having re-occuring dreams-bitches they want my CREAM
They wanna be lieutenant so it seems,I can't sleep
I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed
The shadow stops,points a Glock to my fuckin head
I grab my pillow,crack the back window
pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate
LORD have mercy!The devil tryin to curse me
I keeps seeing shit that wasn't there in the first
See bitches be livin mad fad-they fuck my man
Steal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my hand
Yeah man,breakin you down one time
I packs that shit for your ass,Chronic for your mind
I keeps it real on all you bitches,I wish you keep your mind
Off my motherfuckin riches
Bitches,I'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
Bank rolls is all I knows,that shit is dead chicken-head!
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 3:(LIL KIM)
The morning's finally here,damn!What should I wear?
Time to get dressed and do my hair,once again it's on
Somebody's knockin at my door,but when I walk across the floor
Just ope' it up,the motherfucker's gone
I'm hearing voices in the back of my mind
Better grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta line
I guess it's time to test this bullet-proof dress
From putting holes up in my chest
I'm lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the face
I see three bitches and still I got to play it safe
I hope my dress come in handy,but when I open the door
Three little girls selling candy,ya see bitches is jealous
Of Little Kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
All I wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch
Clock dough on the law,y'know?
Intro: Benzino + Lil' Kim
Aye (Benzino where you at?)
It's Yellowman, Benzino wanna rock the party
And we gonna bring this to the after party
Queen Bee wanna rock the party
Uh, uh, oh (Oh my God)
Yeah (Benzino where you at?)
(Bounce) Yellow City gonna rock the party
(This is the G-Mix)
Young Heff wanna rock the party, Petey Pablo
Yellow City, yea
Verse 1: Lil' Kim
It's your girl Queen Bee with the poisonous sting
Chinchilla draggin' with the diamond G-String
Bouncin' on Lorenzos, I'm the Bee with the wings
Who the fuck want what? (What?)
Bettin' it all at the crap tables, rip the casino
From Vegas to Reno, me and Benzino
We gonna rock the party and drink Bacardi all damn night
Watch me shake my ass like a fresh bowl of jelly
Quite Bootylicious like Beyoncé and Kelly
Love to see guys with tattoos on they belly
Let's get nasty from the car to the telly
Ooh, I got my girls with me, so go get your boys
Come ride with us, we on the tour bus
If you treat us right, and you spendin' the night
Then we gon' freak
Chorus: Benzino + Lil' Kim
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all
Now what ya'll gon' do?
We gon' take it off, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' throw that thang, we gon' back it up
Now what ya'll gon' do?
Verse 2: Benzino
Benzino rock the city and you know I can't stop
Back at the lounge with a mean Diddy Bop
Shorty lookin' mean and her whole team hot
Yo' what's up? Yo' what's up with ya'll?
She sippin' cranberry with a splash of Belvedere
What? Five carat 'conia ice in my ear
Always drinkin' Coniac with ice when I'm here
... Nice
Feelin' how 'Zino puts his game to the test
36, 24, I think you know the rest
What's your secret ma? How you fit in that dress?
... Oh damn!
Now it's getting' heated and you know what's on my mind
Me and you, outta hear, I think it's that time
Make you tap out when I creep in from behind
Now that's what's up, now everybody just
Chorus
Verse 3: Petey Pablo
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Me met a bitch of my dreams, corn jack
Come on, liquor inside my head like that
Pants saggin', Carolina hat to the back
I'm in New York City, can you hear me goddammit
Weavin' through the traffic, shootin' usual daps
Tryna find Benzino, is it him in the back
Bring it back, porn channel X on the back
Be like hey, hey, hey, how'd she do that?
Pretty headed woman, with her fine self
Bow-legged cutey with her tight legs
Tryna get outta here with her friend in the black dress
Spread her hoochie coochie on my sun beam bread
Now I been sayin' to myself, Petey-Petey
Get freaky, damn boy I can't even say it
And I got no need to be scared
Some things ain't supposed to be said
Chorus
Bridge: Benzino + Lil' Kim
Yeah, we gon' rock
Yellow City, we gon' rock
The after party, we gon' rock
Now what ya'll gon' do?
We gon' rock, we gon' rock tonight
'cause a Yellow City party don't stop
Uh, we gonna rock tonight
Now what ya'll gon' do?
Hook:
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop, pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop, pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop that coochie, pop that coochie,
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Here's a little story I got to tell
About the first rap bitch to rock Channel
Heard you got a kid, money and..
You've been gave your tips and rock cock as well
Hey, the niggas, better be
It's just buzzing in the spot, you know my boy there
If we're in a parking lot, you know the boys is there
Holding down, the queen sitting in the chair
Now you wanna dress sexy and die your hair?
When the real Kim stands up it's frozen here
I'm about to pull a plug on y'all boys in here!
Bridge: (x2)
When you're coming to the club they'll be like oh, oh
When you pull up on them drugs they'll be like, oh
My bitch, my bitch is in my drugs, baby like, oh
I'm sharing VIP with us, baby like, oh!
Hook:
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop, pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop, pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop that coochie, pop that coochie,
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub their titties
Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub their titties
Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub their titties
All my niggas grab the dick, if you're feeling the bitch, oh!
Grab the dick, if you're feeling the bitch, oh!
All my niggas grab the dick, if you're feeling the bitch, oh!
Grab the dick, if you're feeling the bitch, oh!
I'm in the middle of the dance-floor killing the shit
With the trying not to spill the shit
You know the queen spell love when I'm up in the club
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the club
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
You're since the let me give you a hug
That thirsty ass niggas, take this bottle above
That thirsty ass niggas, take this bottle above
I'm first lady, so I can't lose
Because me I bought rhymes and high heels shoes
Lil Kim thenow hold that! Your let the beat!
Bridge: (x2)
When you're coming to the club they'll be like oh, oh
When you pull up on them drugs they'll be like, oh
My bitch, my bitch is in my drugs, baby like, oh
I'm sharing VIP with us, baby like, oh!
Hook:
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop, pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop, pop that coochie like a rubber band
Pop that coochie, pop that coochie,
Pop that coochie like a rubber band
Bridge: (x2)
When you're coming to the club they'll be like oh, oh
When you pull up on them drugs they'll be like, oh
My bitch, my bitch is in my drugs, baby like, oh
I'm sharing VIP with us, baby like, oh!
Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub their titties
Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub their titties
Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub their titties
I like to play with my coochie, play with it
I like to play with my coochie, play with it
I like to play with my coochie, play with it
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggaz... bitches...
Chorus: B.I.G.
(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Slick Rick
Verse One: Lil' Ceasar
Check it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
Just the way players play, all day everyday
I don't know what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
my flow, detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Lil' Kim
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Chorus: Mary J. Blige
I can love you, (I can love you), I can love you (I can love you)
I can love you, (I can love you), I can love you (I can love you)
I can love you better than she can . . .
I can love you, (I can love you), I can love you (I can love you)
I can love you, (I can love you), I can love you (I can love you)
I can love you better than she can . . .
[Blige]
Sitting here, wondering why you don't love me
the way that I love you and baby
Have no fear, cause I would never ever hurt you
and you know my love is real and I can . . .
Chorus
[Blige]
I know sometimes can get rough, but we'll make it
We'll make it through the storm and I know
I will try to make sure that you can trust me
And you know the reason why that I say . . .
Bridge: Mary J. Blige
I can love you (I can love you) a little better than she can
I know that you (I know that you) wish that you could be my man
Cause I can love you better than she can
Chorus
[Lil' Kim]
If I told you once, I told you twice, Q-B
Through the boott, like a groupie for more ice
Armor truck heist, get the bone just like N'Bushe
In love with you since the days of Juicy
Now I watch you play Columbo, Picasso
Tricks inside colossals, turn you castles to brothels, uh!
Who you lovin? Who you wanna be huggin?
Dippin on ya Ninja Honda with Tanisha and Rhonda, wha!
You work more body than Jane Fonda
Physical fitness, Mary Blige be my witness
Under pressure, I lie for ya, die for ya
Cougar by the side for ya, right hand high for ya
Because of you, I'm inheritin trillions
Buryin billions, Bentley Coupe millions
Playin good samaritan, in the Sheridan
Crack the Dom Pi's and Rim B's, you better hurry in
Who's gone love you like I do? Huh? Wha?
Who's gone treat you like I do? Huh? Wha?
Mary Blige, Lil' Kim, hah-hah
Queen Bees, ah-hah, that's me
That's right, Mary J, Lil K
[Blige]
Who's gonna make you feel the way I do?
Nobody, nobody
Who's gonna make you feel the way I do?
Nobody, nobody
Intro: Puffy
I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and shit
I want ya motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
and have some motherfuckin fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four fives
As we procced to give you whut you need
Verse One: Notorious B.I.G
Sick of ma screamin get a job nigga
Pressed to the limit gotta rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
We gots to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts
Hangin with the niggaz don't pay the bills
And bein broke and dirty give the nigga chills
So what we gots to do is creep and see a sweet vic
Did you see that shit? (hell yea I see that shit)
Columbian Dominican yea whatever
Who ever he was he had a tuck under the leather
Two keys twenty G's nigga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I tote gats wit my nigga
Clap wit my nigga
Break bread then break backs wit my nigga
jack wit my nigga
Cock the latch wit my nigga
Now how you gonna act wit my nigga
Just remember there is a gun to your dome
And i will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet i put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him read my lips
You too motherfucker if i dont see no bricks
See I flips when I dont see no chips
Yea nigga
I know you in pain I dont care nigga
I want the stash Keys, hash, weed, G's motherfuckers freeze
Cock sucker you better bring the things out
Before i blow your motherfucker frame out
Nigga what
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Lil' Kim
Big these niggaz over here talkin shit
Yo fuck that I am gonna check these niggaz
What you said speak up
Cant hear ya
Oh thought you were talkin to us
Um pardon me my bad
I should of known you werent wanted with these 3 time losers
The open surgery hearth removers
Niggaz think they gonna stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop ya lungs
We powerful dont think that all we got is guns
We buy out everything you claim including your name
Mama bitch squezze the life out of ya niggas
Screw barker i take bites out of ya niggaz
Crack open ya safe then put a bomb to it
Fuck shootin windows i jumps through it
With the all black hoodie beat a nigga till he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
I wanna see all ya niggaz D.I.E
Chorus: Lil' Kim
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things
[B.I.G.]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
[Verse 1: Lil Mo]
Ladies I wrote me a manual
How to keep your man
These rules you must follow
My 10 commandments (oo oo oo)
Let me break it down for you
Rule number 1
Never give him some on the first night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew
Rule number 3
Never call him first let him call you
Rule number 4
Never let him know your every move
Rule number 5
Never tell him about your past
How many other lovers you've had
How many other lovers went bad
Make no exceptions
If you want it to last
[Chorus]
Girl you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more
[Verse 2: Lil Mo]
Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
Rule number 7
Never move in unless he tell ya
Rule number 8
Never tell your friends about your bedroom
Rule number 9
Never let them know his shoe size
Rule number 10
Should have been rule number 1
Cos If you give in on the first night
Make sure you ride that thing
Scream his name
And he'll be yours for life
Cos you know your excited (Cos you know your excited)
And you just can't fight it
And you wanna tell all your friends
But you've got to make sure loves intact
Because you want him to keep coming back
[Chorus 2x]
There's never no such thing as giving him to much
Cos if you want to wed with your man
You can never give enough
Cos you get excited
And wanna tell everybody
But you've got to make sure
Loves intact
Then it will help you bring him back
[Verus 3: Lil Kim]
I've been in this thing for years
It made me an animal
Me and my girl
Mo wrote you'll a manual
Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in his place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1
Never give a dude money
Girl don't be a dummy
Let the homie stay bummy
Cos once he start,
He won't stop,
That's it
And all he gonna do is spend it on the next chic
Rule number 2
Before you give him some
It's your way
Shoppin, a new car
that's what I call forplay
Now don't get me wrong
Respect your man
But if dude gets out of line
Then check your man
Rule number 3
Should have been rule number 1
Never go down
Till he licks you round
Your neck, your back, your pussy and ass crack
Rule number 4, 5 and 6
Very important lessons
Keep your man guessing
Never let him see you stressing
And if you love heres 7, 8, 9 and 10
Never ever ever mess with his friend
See if you follow these
You'll have mad bred to breaka house on the beach
And mad trips to jacob
He'll be home at night cooking you a steaka
And he'll keep coming back for more
On the wake up
[Chorus 2x]
Understand
If you want to keep your man
And you want to hold on to him
Keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
You got it
Keep coming back for more
Understand
Keep your man
My command
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