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[Bailiff]
Will the court please rise? Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing [Prosecutor] 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 [Lil' Kim] 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 慹m 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 [Cee-lo] 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 [Kim] 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 [Redman] 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) [Kim] Lord I cry, I cry From the things that I've seen That I've seen... |
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[Lil' Kim] 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 Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X 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 [Lil' Kim] 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 (The papers..) {*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*} Chorus 2X {*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*} |
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[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 |
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| 4. |
| 4:04 |
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Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh [Lil Kim:] To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes Boosters sellin' 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 *laughs (ha,ha,ha) 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 1 - [Lil' Kim](Mr. Bristal) (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 Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] 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 doin' 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 Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] I'ma keep it real For the doe 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 Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none! Repeat 1 fade out |
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| 4:14 |
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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 [Lil' Kim] 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 wack, 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 goal 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 owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) 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 [Lil' Kim] 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 BaGari specs 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 owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) 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 [Mario] 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 [Lil' Kim] If I talk freaky - then that's my business If I dress freaky - then that's my business Got hoes 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 heady [Mario] (Lil' Kim) 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? Stop stressin' me |
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| 4:55 |
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[Lil' Kim]
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 Chorus: Grace Jones Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole.. Lose control.. got nowhere to go.. [Lil' Kim] I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple [Lil' Cease] 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! Chorus [Lil' Kim] 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 ?? 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 I get to missin 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, this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade) |
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[Sisqo] Hold up So what you're saying is, oh (Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim) You want to get freaky again, aright A-ooh-ah-ooh Oh, oh, oh, oh [Lil' Kim] I've been a lot of places Seen a lot of faces Ah hell I even fucked 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 morning And called his girl up and told her we was boning Puertorican papi, he used to be 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 [Sisqo] How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (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) [Lil' Kim] This verse goes out to my niggas in jail Beating their dicks to the double X-L Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline rollsome weed with some tissue and close your eyes And imagine your tongue between my thighs *Moans Baby open up cell block eight Alright nigga that's enough Stop, look and listen Get back to your position Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard I'm hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster Eses, bloods, Crips, all the thugs up north in the hole They all wanna know [Sisqo] 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) [Lil' Kim] If you driving in the street hold on to your seat Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya (Shoom!) That's me the nightrider 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 Sitting pretty baby with a Cash Money bling 12 AM I'm on the way to club After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck Some niggas 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 niggas got to spend paper Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over Like its rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial [Sisqo] 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) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the |
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| 3:40 |
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[Lil' Kim] (Notorious B.I.G.)
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 [Notorious B.I.G.] 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 [Lil' Kim] 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 [Notorious B.I.G.] 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 [Lil' Kim] 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 [Notorious B.I.G.] (Kim) 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) |
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| 4:44 |
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1 - 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 it's not about the fellas With garden 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 mil, 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 Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew [Lil' Caesar] Yo I'm saying Q.B. Look at them and look at you [Lil' Kim] 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 Versacee 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 Repeat 1 [Puffy] 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 [Lil' Kim] I'm the Hines, your highest type numero uno Not a Puertorican but I speak so what'chu know *This is how it should be done The hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip Hip a hop and ya don't stop We rockin' to the bang-bang boogie To up jump the boogie To the boogie to the boogety 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 nothing on me Cause y'all take to my rap Cause my rap's the best A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothing less (Nothing less) So to y'all haters I paid y'all no mind In fact I'mma give it to y'all one more time [Puffy] Uh yeah, what? Come on, bounce, what? Repeat 1 fade out |
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| 3:31 |
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[Kim]
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? 1 - 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 THEY PUTTIN' WEDDIN' BANDS ON ME Repeat 1 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 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 No, baby Repeat 1 to fade |
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| 11. |
| 3:58 |
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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) |
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| 12. |
| 4:48 |
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[Lil' Kim]
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) Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" 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) [Lil' Kim] 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) Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" 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) [Lil' Kim] 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! Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" 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 Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a |
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[Intro]
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 [Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ] 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 Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) (Lil' Cease) 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 Do what you like (You got a muthafuckin gun) Bust of the nine (All my niggas grab a bitch) And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world) Do what you like, do what you like [Verse 2 Lil' Cease] Ayo yo ayo This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it My 32 bullets got all ya names on it Hit em in the brain, niggas slain Layin dormant Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin No stage shows, so forget about tourin Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin My guns bust Niggas get wet when it's pourin Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse 3 Bristal ] Once again it's on The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A. Bitches feel us, we the realest My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for Send that ass slow like I ride a six four I'm what ya kids admire Don't wanna see retire Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir Got a new attitude for the Y2K Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away [Verse 4 Lil Kim] Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft You have any idea how many words I shook off I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club My whole crews in the club And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends Dancin all wild Bumpin you again and again Yea I know That some real punk shit Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit Bitches like that get stomped out You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out Lady what we fear nigga you like Give em a pussy invite It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight Chorus Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim) (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea muthafuckas All my niggas get high and fuck tonight It's our muthafuckin world (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea Big shout from the house Yea Queen Bee M.A.F.I.A. style B.I.G. Forever baby Brooklyn We gonna let ya'll know Do what you want Do what ya like nigga It's 2000 YaknowwhatI'msayin All hell to the Y2Kim baby GB It's yo turn All you hoes make a u-turn Aiight Represent niggas |
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| 4:05 |
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[Lil' Cease]
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! [Puffy] (Kim) Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby (Uh, uh, uh) Let's go! [Lil' Kim] 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 [Lil' Cease] 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! [Lil' Kim] 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 away 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,Ace,ten,jack,king and queen I win give it up! [Lil' Cease] 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! [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) 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 sex 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 Kim you get down! [Lil' Cease] 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! [Lil' Kim] 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 [Puff Daddy] 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 Come on |
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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 1 - 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 Repeat 1 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 Repeat 1 Right now, right now I need your love baby I need your love baby |
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| 16. |
| 5:26 |
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[Lil' Kim]
.. 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? [Lil' Shanice] Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me? [Lil' Kim] She called me by my government name, Kimberly Who sent you? [Lil' Shanice] My mom sent me; her name is Dottie She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie [Lil' Kim] 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 [Lil' Shanice] Here - read this [Lil' Kim] 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 ballet 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 Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X) 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) [Lil' Kim] 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 [Lil' Shanice] 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 [Lil' Kim] 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 is the reason why the story is to be continued.. Chorus |
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| 6:05 |
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[Kim - Verse 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 [Mary J. Blige - Chorus] 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 [Kim - Verse Two] 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 鈥榚m 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 it's sad but you got to... [Repeat Chorus] [Kim - Verse Three] 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 So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White [Repeat Chorus w/ ad-libs and Lil' Kim talking] |
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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- WOMAN! Are taking over for the new millennium Oww! What the hell do you want from me? I'm just trying to be all that I can be I'm a goddamn legacy Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy The first lady runs the world now The impeached the president from his residence No one drops bombs till I say so One-two, one-two-three GO! 1 - 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 acuse me and my family of 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 to 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! Repeat 1 La, la, la 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 Repeat 1 La, la, la, la Repeat 1 till end |
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