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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
"Hey Ho"
(feat. Lil Kim and Lil Fate) [Ludacris - Chorus] If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho [repeat] [Ludacris - Verse 1] Now I be riding in my Bentley coupe stuntin with the top down four 24 inch rims so heavy they hold the block down 24 carrot necklace so heavy it hurt my neck 3 things you can’t take away from me, money, power and respect I got it and hold on to it you knew that I never let it go you prostitute it but money I never let it ho speakin of hoe’s oh yes we meet em and we G’ em dude and we may see em but we wouldn’t want to be em dude I put my fist up, I got the power girl I wash my nuts off, go take a shower girl it’s been an hour girl, it’s time to go and if my neighbour see you while you walking out my door (hey ho) they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho [Chorus] [Lil Kim] Can’t nobody do it like Kim only women that can do it like men VVS is be them gems (ho, now count that) my money coming in bringing them corners on them rims so play the check book tell me how do you bounce that I bounce into position like I am vinegar Kama Sutra but money make me come, go and ask Luda and women cheat better than men we don’t disturb them my motto is "what they don’t know won’t hurt them" we just do it like you do, see the roles done switched if I’m a ho you’s a ho, if I’m a bitch you’s a bitch know that I’ma stay rich so fella’s do what you do cause you don’t fuck us niggas we fuck you [Kim - Chorus] (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying... [Kim - Chorus] If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying... [Lil Fate] she likes the night lights, brights lights, big spending Lil Fate been big pimpin, pimpin so don’t be mad at my raps and try and look at me funny cause you know that most you ladies trading sex for money so if you coming out the pocket then you might get laid thats how the rent car no the cell phone get paid I bet the snakes all show once you cut that grass and I’m a pimp so it’s time that I exploit they ass you see it’s hoes after the party it’s hoes after the show it’s hoes up in the lobby, it’s hoes out on the stroll here’s some no dough, no dough no sleep ho on your feet, if you don’t work you don’t eat [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
"Hey Ho"
(feat. Lil Kim and Lil Fate) [Ludacris - Chorus] If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho [repeat] [Ludacris - Verse 1] Now I be riding in my Bentley coupe stuntin with the top down four 24 inch rims so heavy they hold the block down 24 carrot necklace so heavy it hurt my neck 3 things you can’t take away from me, money, power and respect I got it and hold on to it you knew that I never let it go you prostitute it but money I never let it ho speakin of hoe’s oh yes we meet em and we G’ em dude and we may see em but we wouldn’t want to be em dude I put my fist up, I got the power girl I wash my nuts off, go take a shower girl it’s been an hour girl, it’s time to go and if my neighbour see you while you walking out my door (hey ho) they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho they be saying hey ho [Chorus] [Lil Kim] Can’t nobody do it like Kim only women that can do it like men VVS is be them gems (ho, now count that) my money coming in bringing them corners on them rims so play the check book tell me how do you bounce that I bounce into position like I am vinegar Kama Sutra but money make me come, go and ask Luda and women cheat better than men we don’t disturb them my motto is "what they don’t know won’t hurt them" we just do it like you do, see the roles done switched if I’m a ho you’s a ho, if I’m a bitch you’s a bitch know that I’ma stay rich so fella’s do what you do cause you don’t fuck us niggas we fuck you [Kim - Chorus] (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) now we saying (hey ho) If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying... [Kim - Chorus] If men sleep around we some players but for women they be saying... [Lil Fate] she likes the night lights, brights lights, big spending Lil Fate been big pimpin, pimpin so don’t be mad at my raps and try and look at me funny cause you know that most you ladies trading sex for money so if you coming out the pocket then you might get laid thats how the rent car no the cell phone get paid I bet the snakes all show once you cut that grass and I’m a pimp so it’s time that I exploit they ass you see it’s hoes after the party it’s hoes after the show it’s hoes up in the lobby, it’s hoes out on the stroll here’s some no dough, no dough no sleep ho on your feet, if you don’t work you don’t eat [Chorus] |
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from 세븐 - Girls [single] (2009)
Yeah it's another Darkchild Production And my homie Seven let's go I like them girls that's hard to get I like them girls shotgun in the whip I like them girls girls I like them girls girls I like them girls that love to trip Trying to spend 24 at seven's crib Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls I do adore Let me holla at ya girl Every time I turn around The girls be lookin' at me I see a couple of 'em in the crowd And I can tell that they wanna be Be the one that'll make me settle down Take my number out the game Untill I find that I'm fall back I'll tell you what I'm looking for Tryna make you my accessory All girls are necessary Like Will I'm Legend feel me You can Google me baby Been around the word Asia to Philly Across the border they all look good to me I need a few more so call the G4 Tell 'em we only got room for seven more I like them girls that's hard to get I like them girls shotgun in the whip I like them girls girls I like them girls girls I like them girls that love to trip Trying to spend 24 at seven's crib Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls I do adore They call me Einz I love that green diamonds all flavors like a dairy queen Some bowler of fact Gabbana Girl is Dead Lookin like America's next top billionare I like the fly boy type like spend money all nigh First class flight Straight to paradise Somewhere out in the Carribean push whips that's european tip chronic manolo blahnik crocodiles is what I be in party all night wake up in the pm I'm a heresy alive like a pretty little bee A lot dope boys name their cars after me Oh they're driving a bikini some babes in the sea Wanna touch my body like my name was MC I like them girls that's hard to get I like them girls shotgun in the whip I like them girls girls I like them girls girls I like them girls that love to trip Trying to spend 24 at seven's crib Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls I do adore When you see me in the club holla at ya boy Post it up getting love holla at ya boy it don't matter where you come from babe I'm kinda like MJ I like them black or white When you see me on tour holla at ya boy holla at ya boy I aint ever turn down a fly girl just tryna get something I ait't about to pick today to start running I like them girls that's hard to get I like them girls shotgun in the whip I like them girls girls I like them girls girls I like them girls that love to trip Trying to spend 24 at seven's crib Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls I do adore Let me holla at ya girl |
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from Britney Spears - Piece Of Me [single] (2008)
(It's Britney, bitch)
(I see you, and I just wanna dance with you) Everytime they turn the lights down Just wanna go that extra mile for you Public display of affection Feel's like no one else in the room We can get down like there's no one around We'll keep on rockin' (We'll keep on rockin') We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin') Cameras are flashing while we're dirty dancing They keep watchin' (They keep watchin') Keep watchin Feels like the crowd is saying [CHORUS] Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme (Uh) Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme (Uh) Gimme gimme more Center of attention ('tention) Even when they're up against the wall You got me in a crazy position (Yeah) If you're on a mission (Uh-uh) You got my permission (Oh) We can get down like there's no one around We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin') We'll keep on rockin', rockin' (Uh-uh) Cameras are flashing while we're dirty dancing They keep watchin' (Wait) Keep watchin (Feel's like the crowd is saying) [CHORUS] Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme (Uh) Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme (Uh) Gimme gimme more (I just can't control myself, oh) (They want more? Well I'll give'em more, oh!) [CHORUS] Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more (Gimme more) Gimme gimme more Gimme (Uh) Gimme gimme more (Ooh) Gimme gimme more Gimme more Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme more (Gimme more, oh yeah) Gimme (Uh) Gimme gimme more Ohh, gimme more, gimme more (More) Gimme more, gimme more baby I just wanna more [CHORUS] Gimme gimme Gimme Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme Gimme (Ooh) Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme Gimme Gimme gimme more Gimme gimme Gimme (Ooh) Gimme gimme Bet you didn't see this one coming The incredible Lygo The lengendary Miss Britney Spears, haha And the unstoppable Danja Ha, you gonna have to remove me Cause I ain't goin' no where, haha (More) |
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from Lil' Kim - Whoa (2006)
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no, In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa Fresh out the federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters (Chorus) Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Brooklyn style, that's how we do it Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it (Chorus) Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
"It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh"
Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya I hear the snakes hiss, talkin reckless Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas" Everything these haters do just to degrade ya Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor Now the D.A., wanna give me time in the feds I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head Come down with my weave straight sittin on bread At the gate, gettin picked up in a new Coupe "It's all good" If you drivin or ridin the bus "It's all good" In the struggle and the times is tough "It's all good" It don't matter you can ride with us "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" If you hustlin and huggin the block "It's all good" Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock "It's all good" It don't matter how you get that guap "It's all good" It's all good See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin in a cell The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha Now my man in the can gettin money and gettin high He used to keep my fly he had the 6 I had the 5 So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy At age 14 I was puttin in work At age 16 I was movin that work Gettin paid for drivin state to state Smugglin weight, prayin I don't bump into Jake I travelled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases, thank God for Big Damn right I love the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all "It's all good" Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin "It's all good" Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin "It's all good" It's aight cause they time is comin "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" They hatin on me but they copy my style "It's all good" Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial "It's all good" You know you can't keep a good bitch down "It's all good" It's all good Cowards huff and puff but won't blow shit down I come through like two airplanes in midtown Nigga my get back's the get down Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down They all talk loud, when they see you they quiet down Faggots violated I wish they'd try now Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up Punks gettin left off right where I pick up Picture in Vogue, Spring/Summer issue Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle You know when I do it I'm doin it monumental Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental They ask me if I know what true happiness Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did? Hell no I love the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all "It's all good" Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin "It's all good" Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin "It's all good" It's aight cause they time is comin "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" They hatin on me but they copy my style "It's all good" Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial "It's all good" You know you can't keep a good bitch down "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" "It's all good" If you drivin or ridin the bus "It's all good" In the struggle and the times is tough "It's all good" It don't matter you can ride with us "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" If you hustlin and huggin the block "It's all good" Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock "It's all good" It don't matter how you get that guap "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
"It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh"
Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya I hear the snakes hiss, talkin reckless Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas" Everything these haters do just to degrade ya Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor Now the D.A., wanna give me time in the feds I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head Come down with my weave straight sittin on bread At the gate, gettin picked up in a new Coupe "It's all good" If you drivin or ridin the bus "It's all good" In the struggle and the times is tough "It's all good" It don't matter you can ride with us "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" If you hustlin and huggin the block "It's all good" Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock "It's all good" It don't matter how you get that guap "It's all good" It's all good See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin in a cell The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha Now my man in the can gettin money and gettin high He used to keep my fly he had the 6 I had the 5 So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy At age 14 I was puttin in work At age 16 I was movin that work Gettin paid for drivin state to state Smugglin weight, prayin I don't bump into Jake I travelled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases, thank God for Big Damn right I love the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all "It's all good" Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin "It's all good" Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin "It's all good" It's aight cause they time is comin "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" They hatin on me but they copy my style "It's all good" Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial "It's all good" You know you can't keep a good bitch down "It's all good" It's all good Cowards huff and puff but won't blow shit down I come through like two airplanes in midtown Nigga my get back's the get down Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down They all talk loud, when they see you they quiet down Faggots violated I wish they'd try now Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up Punks gettin left off right where I pick up Picture in Vogue, Spring/Summer issue Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle You know when I do it I'm doin it monumental Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental They ask me if I know what true happiness Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did? Hell no I love the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all "It's all good" Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin "It's all good" Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin "It's all good" It's aight cause they time is comin "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" They hatin on me but they copy my style "It's all good" Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial "It's all good" You know you can't keep a good bitch down "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" "It's all good" If you drivin or ridin the bus "It's all good" In the struggle and the times is tough "It's all good" It don't matter you can ride with us "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" If you hustlin and huggin the block "It's all good" Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock "It's all good" It don't matter how you get that guap "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
hi you've reached kim you dialed the right number
but defintly at the worng time, so if u want me you must convince me, so at the beep leave a message, maybe I'll call u maybe i won't bye |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
hi you've reached kim you dialed the right number
but defintly at the worng time, so if u want me you must convince me, so at the beep leave a message, maybe I'll call u maybe i won't bye |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Due to the fact that there are some people
Like the lady over there that said she was Who thinks I'm dirty I really couldn't give a shit Cause ya'll by my records Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it Why all di dutty nigga them sit around and judge me All them 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 just run them in di morgue and them can't come out Some a di gyal 'em need to just shut them mouth Some a di dutty niggas need to just shut them Lil' Kim stay hot Pull up with my nigga in the eighty four yacht Man this hatin' don't stop Real recognize real you studio gangsters kill me I know my vets in the game got to feel me Cause from the gate I 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 Steada 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 ya'll frontin' you know who the best be I'm the reason why the game so sexy The originator, the trend creator Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me I know what you think, she's such a fuckin' lady Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that No money no love, sisters, 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 never sin yet, uh-uh The feds pinched me for shootin' But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music This jealous motherfucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch Probably go home, listen to How Many Licks Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught You see when you on top, niggas 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 tryin' to 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 shot out and gwaan like mi bad That's just up to me Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Due to the fact that there are some people
Like the lady over there that said she was Who thinks I'm dirty I really couldn't give a shit Cause ya'll by my records Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it Why all di dutty nigga them sit around and judge me All them 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 just run them in di morgue and them can't come out Some a di gyal 'em need to just shut them mouth Some a di dutty niggas need to just shut them Lil' Kim stay hot Pull up with my nigga in the eighty four yacht Man this hatin' don't stop Real recognize real you studio gangsters kill me I know my vets in the game got to feel me Cause from the gate I 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 Steada 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 ya'll frontin' you know who the best be I'm the reason why the game so sexy The originator, the trend creator Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me I know what you think, she's such a fuckin' lady Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that No money no love, sisters, 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 never sin yet, uh-uh The feds pinched me for shootin' But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music This jealous motherfucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch Probably go home, listen to How Many Licks Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught You see when you on top, niggas 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 tryin' to 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 shot out and gwaan like mi bad That's just up to me Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em Play all day on the Siruis, radio Satellite TV, who do it like me? In designer outfits, while sellin the tag Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass Number one rule, think B.I.G. 50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P. The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C. Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo' Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it up Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car You been with a chump pah; like Ashton was the first one to "Punk" y'all Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob Like an old album, you happen to come for us You guys get dust off It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for Family and friends be the only ones missin boy Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours? Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine 40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time Other niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mine You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine You niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mine Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(feat. Sha-Dash, T.I.)
(Chorus) Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours (Lil' Kim) Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em Play all day on the Siruis, radio Satellite TV, who do it like me? In designer outfits, while sellin the tag Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass Number one rule, think B.I.G. 50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P. The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C. (Chorus) (Sha-Dash) Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo' Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it up Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car You been with a chump pah; like Ashton was the first one to "Punk" y'all Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob Like an old album, you happen to come for us You guys get dust off It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for Family and friends be the only ones missin boy Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours? (Chorus) (T.I.) You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine 40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time Other niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mine You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine You niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mine Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down (Chorus) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Gimme That"
(feat. Maino) Four.. three.. two.. one [Chorus: Kim + {Maino}] Gimme that good dick (give it to me) gimme that good dick (uh, uh) Gimme that good dick (give it to me) that fine-ass good dick (yea, yea) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {gimme that pussy} (yeah, yeah) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass pussy} [Maino] Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me I ain't done at one nut, bitch I dump all three Slurp it all up when you suck on me cause see I got the cleanest, meanest, penis Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret So all the hoes know my dick game quite decent Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell I'm the damn dude, that will ram you so damn hard it'll leave your ass blue Meat slinger, my meat stings ya Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver Want me to freak ya? Wait for me to skeet ya Dick comes around once again like Easter Bitches flash me they thong and panties Then they ask me to do the nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] [Lil' Kim] Now see don't no bitch do it better than Kim And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim Everybody's man wanna get with Kim If you don't believe me bitch just ask him Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina Even got my name on the menu at the diner Guys extend G, with my goodies I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra My beehive gags ya, when it grabs ya Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara Boys get hooked first time they taste this I lick dudes in all the right places G's got cases, tempted to take this Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and then they ask me to do that nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus - Maino first, both ad libbing throughout] [Maino + (Kim)] Some like me to do 'em rough and show them (Some niggaz like me to run and stroke them) Some like objects down they throat and (I get 'em all strung out and open) Yes I wrecked 'em down to the rectum Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em (Pussy is power, listen man) (My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam) That's tight (Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams) (Got fiends from New York to the islands) Damn Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bedpole Seen my dick, and thought it was the bedpole (One dude went crazy y'all) (Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk) Some broads they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em Call the ambulance man to come get 'em (Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and) (then they ask me to do that nasty) Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Gimme That"
(feat. Maino) Four.. three.. two.. one [Chorus: Kim + {Maino}] Gimme that good dick (give it to me) gimme that good dick (uh, uh) Gimme that good dick (give it to me) that fine-ass good dick (yea, yea) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {gimme that pussy} (yeah, yeah) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass pussy} [Maino] Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me I ain't done at one nut, bitch I dump all three Slurp it all up when you suck on me cause see I got the cleanest, meanest, penis Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret So all the hoes know my dick game quite decent Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell I'm the damn dude, that will ram you so damn hard it'll leave your ass blue Meat slinger, my meat stings ya Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver Want me to freak ya? Wait for me to skeet ya Dick comes around once again like Easter Bitches flash me they thong and panties Then they ask me to do the nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] [Lil' Kim] Now see don't no bitch do it better than Kim And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim Everybody's man wanna get with Kim If you don't believe me bitch just ask him Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina Even got my name on the menu at the diner Guys extend G, with my goodies I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra My beehive gags ya, when it grabs ya Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara Boys get hooked first time they taste this I lick dudes in all the right places G's got cases, tempted to take this Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and then they ask me to do that nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus - Maino first, both ad libbing throughout] [Maino + (Kim)] Some like me to do 'em rough and show them (Some niggaz like me to run and stroke them) Some like objects down they throat and (I get 'em all strung out and open) Yes I wrecked 'em down to the rectum Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em (Pussy is power, listen man) (My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam) That's tight (Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams) (Got fiends from New York to the islands) Damn Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bedpole Seen my dick, and thought it was the bedpole (One dude went crazy y'all) (Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk) Some broads they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em Call the ambulance man to come get 'em (Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and) (then they ask me to do that nasty) Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
"What you see, is what you get"
Ay - I know you see me on the screen now riiight I know you see me do my thing now - true Tryin hard not to stare, actin like I wasn't there to you Can you see me now? Am I clear to you? On the red carpet in Mark Jacob's clothes You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows In your favorite fashion magazine they feature the Queen On the cover of Don Divas, doin spreads with Eva When we walk down the street, dudes call us the covergirls We stand out when we next to them other girls I don't bend easy, budge or break Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface Your girl come through twirlin in droptop 'Rossa Me and my la familia like a "Goodfellas" poster You see I'm somethin you never seen befo' I know you see me cause I'm somethin that you came to know, ohh Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch And you should see me in the summertime, stretched out in one of my droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline I'm livin off of your man, he supportin ma you'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine While you on your grind I'm on, beachfront property Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be the boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest Ball outrageous the broad is amazin In the 6, grippin woodgrain lane changin You coach flyin hoes need boss bitch trainin I'm muy caliente, sizzlin hot flame In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin You ain't talkin millions you ain't speakin my language The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch What you see is, is what you get Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect? Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
"What you see, is what you get"
Ay - I know you see me on the screen now riiight I know you see me do my thing now - true Tryin hard not to stare, actin like I wasn't there to you Can you see me now? Am I clear to you? On the red carpet in Mark Jacob's clothes You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows In your favorite fashion magazine they feature the Queen On the cover of Don Divas, doin spreads with Eva When we walk down the street, dudes call us the covergirls We stand out when we next to them other girls I don't bend easy, budge or break Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface Your girl come through twirlin in droptop 'Rossa Me and my la familia like a "Goodfellas" poster You see I'm somethin you never seen befo' I know you see me cause I'm somethin that you came to know, ohh Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch And you should see me in the summertime, stretched out in one of my droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline I'm livin off of your man, he supportin ma you'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine While you on your grind I'm on, beachfront property Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be the boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest Ball outrageous the broad is amazin In the 6, grippin woodgrain lane changin You coach flyin hoes need boss bitch trainin I'm muy caliente, sizzlin hot flame In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin You ain't talkin millions you ain't speakin my language The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch What you see is, is what you get Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect? Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
this is my song for real no doubt said je je make it feel played out. as i walk
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee
Lil' Kim... 7 you ready? Good Cause 7's my lucky number Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) I'm goin to Miami, stylin, whylin Shinin, in diamonds, they're sizin me up My bikini, Gabbana, heels, Prada You know, I like, it sexy Boys holla when they pass me, call me and harass me They love me cause I'm nasty, but classy If you're ballin put your bid in, you broke, forget it You're just another doll chasin the Kim I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat If you want it then you better come and get it Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in a drop Picture Lil' Kim tan and topless on a yacht Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties Shirt and no panties... [moaning] Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) Lil' Kim's got that potion, my box'll have you open I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean You crave it, you want it, you want it jump up on it So you can play in my box 'til the morning I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning You can play in my box until the morning I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat If you want it then you better come and get it Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee
Lil' Kim... 7 you ready? Good Cause 7's my lucky number Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) I'm goin to Miami, stylin, whylin Shinin, in diamonds, they're sizin me up My bikini, Gabbana, heels, Prada You know, I like, it sexy Boys holla when they pass me, call me and harass me They love me cause I'm nasty, but classy If you're ballin put your bid in, you broke, forget it You're just another doll chasin the Kim I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat If you want it then you better come and get it Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in a drop Picture Lil' Kim tan and topless on a yacht Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties Shirt and no panties... [moaning] Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) Lil' Kim's got that potion, my box'll have you open I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean You crave it, you want it, you want it jump up on it So you can play in my box 'til the morning I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning You can play in my box until the morning I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat If you want it then you better come and get it Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg
Why don'tcha blaze up some of that sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY! (Yeah Snoop, I feel you man) (That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me) (Somebody help me, please!) (somebody, somebody please) Tell you why I'm so damn fly One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy) Come and get yo' head right (nigga) He's an addict of my pillow talk Hourglass body and my runway walk I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo' Get you higher than a jar of that Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze Pretty girl keep him home for days Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness I put the red light district out of business They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache Who's that peepin in my window Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit I'm the hottest product out on the market Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) I'm addicted to the chronic (said I'm addicted to it, baby) Baby girl what'cha doin to me (what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) Ain't nothin like the chronic (ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) She'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3) I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl) Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah De ganja, sensi-milla Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush The chronic nigga Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) I'm addicted to the chronic (said I'm addicted to it, baby) Baby girl what'cha doin to me (what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) Ain't nothin like the chronic (ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) She'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg
Why don'tcha blaze up some of that sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY! (Yeah Snoop, I feel you man) (That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me) (Somebody help me, please!) (somebody, somebody please) Tell you why I'm so damn fly One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy) Come and get yo' head right (nigga) He's an addict of my pillow talk Hourglass body and my runway walk I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo' Get you higher than a jar of that Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze Pretty girl keep him home for days Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness I put the red light district out of business They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache Who's that peepin in my window Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit I'm the hottest product out on the market Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) I'm addicted to the chronic (said I'm addicted to it, baby) Baby girl what'cha doin to me (what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) Ain't nothin like the chronic (ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) She'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3) I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl) Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah De ganja, sensi-milla Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush The chronic nigga Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) I'm addicted to the chronic (said I'm addicted to it, baby) Baby girl what'cha doin to me (what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) Ain't nothin like the chronic (ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) She'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When it's my last day,
then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain Golden gates, and the brass water fountain 'Til my last day, I'm goin hard And I ain't slowin up, 'til the Heliport's in my back yard 'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card 'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I'm from 'Til I show you how it's done, show you why I'm number one 'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet 'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check 'Til I'm at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker 'Til I'm with Jehovah it ain't over 'til it's over When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Besides God, what the fuck should I fear? The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror I built my career on, blood sweat and tears And I'm still here, gettin stronger each year Cause what don't kill me, could only help build me I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty If you was missin a spine you'd still have to feel me Some came and went but your girl is everlasting 'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping) And niggaz droppin tears on my Versace casket And I'm, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened? Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, it ain't mine When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be The big Q.B., the problem in Prada The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become I been hated on many times, adored and idolized Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line It's all there in black and white, read it and weep I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day My actions spoke louder than whatever they say Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When it's my last day,
then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain Golden gates, and the brass water fountain 'Til my last day, I'm goin hard And I ain't slowin up, 'til the Heliport's in my back yard 'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card 'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I'm from 'Til I show you how it's done, show you why I'm number one 'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet 'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check 'Til I'm at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker 'Til I'm with Jehovah it ain't over 'til it's over When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Besides God, what the fuck should I fear? The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror I built my career on, blood sweat and tears And I'm still here, gettin stronger each year Cause what don't kill me, could only help build me I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty If you was missin a spine you'd still have to feel me Some came and went but your girl is everlasting 'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping) And niggaz droppin tears on my Versace casket And I'm, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened? Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, it ain't mine When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be The big Q.B., the problem in Prada The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become I been hated on many times, adored and idolized Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line It's all there in black and white, read it and weep I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day My actions spoke louder than whatever they say Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
[Verse 1]
I come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon' die Gotta keep the ratchet close by Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service Niggas will get at you, come through shinin' they yap you In broad day light kidnap you Feds get clapped too, police stay on us like tattoos Niggas only grind cause we have to Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder Fiends come through every hour S'all about that dollar and we nuh deal with cowards Weak lambs 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 [Chorus] Now put ya lighters up Bed Stuy put ya lighters up New York put ya lighters up DC keep puttin' ya lighters up Philadelphia put ya lighters up Detroit put ya lighters up Chi-Town keep puttin' dem lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Verse 2] Now lemme give you a walk through Show ya what to do and ya don't do Where it's not safe to go to Dem boys approach you Better say quick who you close to Don't come through if niggas don't know you Cuz people is talkin', the streets is watchin' The thieves is lurkin' stash da nine in the garbage The life of a hustla, the life of a gambler Dice games kill' mo' niggas than cancer Ya know who ya fuck with Brooklyn don't run we run shit Roll up and just bum rush shit We don't play that out in B.K not at all 4 pound leave ya face on the wall R.I.P in memory of Never show thy enemies love We get it on where we live Better have a pass when you cross that bridge [Chorus] Welcome to Brooklyn put ya lighters up LA put ya lighters up VA put ya lighters up Texas keep puttin' ya lighters up New Orleans put ya lighters up St Louis put ya lighters up ATL keep puttin' dem lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so to' I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo' (We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to' (Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo' [Verse 3] See BIG done told you I'm the hottest bitch on the planet Biggest sex symbol since Janet The Zanotti bandit Layin' in the cut like a bandage Come through Fulton St. in a Vanquish Doin' dem damage And if you don't understand it Then lemme give it to you in Spanish Soy la senorita mas linda del barrio Y lo hago afuera del espacio Still over in Brazil sippin' Mascoto You must have forgot though So, I'ma take it back to the block yo Put u on to how we rock yo Some are boostin 12 year olds prostitutin' Hitmen hired for execution there's no solution Niggas still piss in the hallways Fiends get high in 'em all day The yute, dem bang at the cops off the roof You don't know my town is the truth [Chorus] Welcome to Brooklyn now put ya lighters up New Jersey put ya lighters up Boston put ya lighters up B'More keep puttin' ya lighters up Miami put ya lighters up Puerto Rico put ya lighters up Kingston, Jamaica keep putting them lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so to' I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo' (We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to' (Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo' |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
[Verse 1]
I come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon' die Gotta keep the ratchet close by Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service Niggas will get at you, come through shinin' they yap you In broad day light kidnap you Feds get clapped too, police stay on us like tattoos Niggas only grind cause we have to Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder Fiends come through every hour S'all about that dollar and we nuh deal with cowards Weak lambs 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 [Chorus] Now put ya lighters up Bed Stuy put ya lighters up New York put ya lighters up DC keep puttin' ya lighters up Philadelphia put ya lighters up Detroit put ya lighters up Chi-Town keep puttin' dem lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Verse 2] Now lemme give you a walk through Show ya what to do and ya don't do Where it's not safe to go to Dem boys approach you Better say quick who you close to Don't come through if niggas don't know you Cuz people is talkin', the streets is watchin' The thieves is lurkin' stash da nine in the garbage The life of a hustla, the life of a gambler Dice games kill' mo' niggas than cancer Ya know who ya fuck with Brooklyn don't run we run shit Roll up and just bum rush shit We don't play that out in B.K not at all 4 pound leave ya face on the wall R.I.P in memory of Never show thy enemies love We get it on where we live Better have a pass when you cross that bridge [Chorus] Welcome to Brooklyn put ya lighters up LA put ya lighters up VA put ya lighters up Texas keep puttin' ya lighters up New Orleans put ya lighters up St Louis put ya lighters up ATL keep puttin' dem lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so to' I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo' (We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to' (Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo' [Verse 3] See BIG done told you I'm the hottest bitch on the planet Biggest sex symbol since Janet The Zanotti bandit Layin' in the cut like a bandage Come through Fulton St. in a Vanquish Doin' dem damage And if you don't understand it Then lemme give it to you in Spanish Soy la senorita mas linda del barrio Y lo hago afuera del espacio Still over in Brazil sippin' Mascoto You must have forgot though So, I'ma take it back to the block yo Put u on to how we rock yo Some are boostin 12 year olds prostitutin' Hitmen hired for execution there's no solution Niggas still piss in the hallways Fiends get high in 'em all day The yute, dem bang at the cops off the roof You don't know my town is the truth [Chorus] Welcome to Brooklyn now put ya lighters up New Jersey put ya lighters up Boston put ya lighters up B'More keep puttin' ya lighters up Miami put ya lighters up Puerto Rico put ya lighters up Kingston, Jamaica keep putting them lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so to' I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo' (We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to' (Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo' |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why is ya'll on my shit damn SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 1) Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why don't ya'll get off her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 2) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', ??? Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-Tip, niggas be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (What they say?) (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Damn ya'll stay on her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 3) I just keep climbing up the ladder, ya'll never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggas business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Man get off my girls shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Outro) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
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I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why is ya'll on my shit damn SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 1) Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why don't ya'll get off her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 2) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', ??? Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-Tip, niggas be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (What they say?) (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Damn ya'll stay on her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 3) I just keep climbing up the ladder, ya'll never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggas business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Man get off my girls shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Outro) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard she sniffin' coke - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit Nah Biggie wrote her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail She done fucked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits Why is y'all on my shit damn - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (so high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', rack-n-pinion stearin' Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (what they say?) (Chorus) I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggaz business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) No more Mrs. Nice Bitch Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some sheist shit Sellin they soul when love is priceless They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt A street grudge put me in front of a judge But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play And real niggaz get railroaded everyday Words misconstrued and used against you Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation A year and a day, three years probation Public humiliation, poor representation Guilty by association Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects And that's worth more than material objects A lot of things when they know you got it You a target, and now they tryin to get in the pockets Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip I had to say it, cause I'm that real with it You shinin like a star, then you gotta deal with it And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed Better watch it 'fore they write a book about like Superhead Fuck 'em and leave 'em then they after your paper Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha All it takes is some green and your face on the screen Fuck it, just say I took one for the team Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit I set you up for the right piece of change And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin All cause some shit was blown out of proportion Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you Now I can see why they all on me Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) No more Mrs. Nice Bitch Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some sheist shit Sellin they soul when love is priceless They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt A street grudge put me in front of a judge But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play And real niggaz get railroaded everyday Words misconstrued and used against you Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation A year and a day, three years probation Public humiliation, poor representation Guilty by association Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects And that's worth more than material objects A lot of things when they know you got it You a target, and now they tryin to get in the pockets Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip I had to say it, cause I'm that real with it You shinin like a star, then you gotta deal with it And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed Better watch it 'fore they write a book about like Superhead Fuck 'em and leave 'em then they after your paper Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha All it takes is some green and your face on the screen Fuck it, just say I took one for the team Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit I set you up for the right piece of change And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin All cause some shit was blown out of proportion Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you Now I can see why they all on me Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Verse 1:
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M And not B-I-G R-I-P baby I rep BK in the NYC Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D And since '96 a chick been on t.v. Like MTV and BET So TRL and 106 I'm in heavy R-O when they play my shit Mama push whips like BM dubs And your BM trip when she see me in the club Ya man 5-0 I don't see him in the club Cuz he out in CT with a dick in his butt Ya stay OT While I stay OC Thats out the country with the A-R-A-B's With my girl M to the O to the E She ride like a soldier Thats my Kobe I'm Bella to that death and, don't ask why Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y And I'm more nigga than them bitch ass guys Cause they took the stand on the D.A.'s side Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 2: I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A. Take the Spyder down the strip when I'm in V-A The game slow gotta put a little work in D.C. I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P. On ESPN or NBC I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B. Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's You gotta body a motherfucker to impress me My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV And they air somethin out on the A-V-E I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E Get at niggaz quick if they try to move me A.S.A.P. like T.I.P. You get chopped and screwed honeygirl don't play Nigga we "Ridin' Dirty" like U.G.K. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 3: Make a wish when you see me like a falling star Gave a lot of y'all careers CPR First lady at the top of R-A-P I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E B-I-G M-O-M-M-A No info for the D.E.A. Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tapped the cell and the phone in my basement The IRS tryin to take my pay And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A. I locks it I'm toxic like DDT My flow get'cha high like PCP I'm number one downloaded on your MP3 I bang on you niggaz like an MPC I make a nigga nut in his DNG's Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Verse 1:
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M And not B-I-G R-I-P baby I rep BK in the NYC Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D And since '96 a chick been on t.v. Like MTV and BET So TRL and 106 I'm in heavy R-O when they play my shit Mama push whips like BM dubs And your BM trip when she see me in the club Ya man 5-0 I don't see him in the club Cuz he out in CT with a dick in his butt Ya stay OT While I stay OC Thats out the country with the A-R-A-B's With my girl M to the O to the E She ride like a soldier Thats my Kobe I'm Bella to that death and, don't ask why Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y And I'm more nigga than them bitch ass guys Cause they took the stand on the D.A.'s side Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 2: I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A. Take the Spyder down the strip when I'm in V-A The game slow gotta put a little work in D.C. I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P. On ESPN or NBC I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B. Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's You gotta body a motherfucker to impress me My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV And they air somethin out on the A-V-E I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E Get at niggaz quick if they try to move me A.S.A.P. like T.I.P. You get chopped and screwed honeygirl don't play Nigga we "Ridin' Dirty" like U.G.K. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 3: Make a wish when you see me like a falling star Gave a lot of y'all careers CPR First lady at the top of R-A-P I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E B-I-G M-O-M-M-A No info for the D.E.A. Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tapped the cell and the phone in my basement The IRS tryin to take my pay And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A. I locks it I'm toxic like DDT My flow get'cha high like PCP I'm number one downloaded on your MP3 I bang on you niggaz like an MPC I make a nigga nut in his DNG's Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
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 f**k 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 f**k 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 |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
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 f**k 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 f**k 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 |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(feat. Bun B, Twista)
(Chorus) 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 (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) 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' (Chorus) (Verse 2: Bun B) 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 (Chorus) (Verse 3: Twista) 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 We don't give a fuck (Chorus) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no, In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa Fresh out the federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters (Chorus) Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Brooklyn style, that's how we do it Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it (Chorus) Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no, In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa Fresh out the federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters (Chorus) Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Brooklyn style, that's how we do it Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it (Chorus) Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Let's be real about a pimp
how long did you think she was just going to take it han you thought she was just going to take it all you new hot young fresh bitchs doin old shit oh she been doin it member member I remember I'm sho remember too member when she first came out member she sexy and you aw look at this bitch who do this bitch think she is showin her shit member why she cant she just rap member that what you said and now look what the f**k is ya talkin about why what;what you mad at her fa han what you say her titts got big bitch you got yo regular titts why they didt work fo ya han what; what you oh no thats excuses just emit nigga that there are winners and loser shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do be good at it be the best loser you can be and if that dont work out fa ya do me this one favor shut the f**k up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Let's be real about a pimp
how long did you think she was just going to take it han you thought she was just going to take it all you new hot young fresh bitchs doin old shit oh she been doin it member member I remember I'm sho remember too member when she first came out member she sexy and you aw look at this bitch who do this bitch think she is showin her shit member why she cant she just rap member that what you said and now look what the f**k is ya talkin about why what;what you mad at her fa han what you say her titts got big bitch you got yo regular titts why they didt work fo ya han what; what you oh no thats excuses just emit nigga that there are winners and loser shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do be good at it be the best loser you can be and if that dont work out fa ya do me this one favor shut the f**k up |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Riot Musik (2005)
(feat. Method Man)
[Talkbox Parts] [Intro/Talkbox] It's the Mafia [Lil Cease] Uh, uh, say what, say what It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggaz ain't (here we go), say what Let's get it poppin' like the L popped the cris' (get it poppin') Get my mind right so I can slide with a bitch (oohhh) Cease spot her well I got the eye for the chick Ass and tits fat with the juicy lips Mami let me holla at you for a few ticks Get to know your name while you light some spliffs Let me get inside your mind for some major shit Let me put you on to some old gangsta shit (gangsta shit) I step up in the club so fresh and so clean clean (clean clean) Maxout, and Mafia the american dream team (dream team) Big free rollin' on dubs with the bling bling When it comes to stuntin' for it shit ain't no thang thang Niggaz ain't slackin' niggaz just packin' Bet you don't want to see the G-U-N-C'S Shit is off the hook, ma please believe it Move +Dem Thangs+ Like +Angie Martinez+ (for my gangstas) [Chorus/Talkbox] Let's keep it rockin' We got the cris', let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get the smokin', ??? on somethin' Cause I don't see nothin' wrong (no I don't baby) With smokin', bustin', fuckin' hoes all night long [Banger] Hey Mami Peace to all my fly hunnies To all my niggaz gettin' money To all my real gangstas sittin' on 20's Lace your pinky, your wrist your neck full of jewelery Live your life to the fullest if you feel me, bitch Shake it to the left, shake it to the right I put my dick in a hoe every single night (every single night) What more can I say I can show you the best tell it I +Get My Freak On+ way more than +Missy Elliot+ And if you think somethin' sweet We do like uncle L and swing a F through your jeep Ass like trina (take it to the house) Freak like adina (take it in your mouth) Cause if you ain't up on thangs Bang bang be the name J-M-C's the gang I rep M-A-X, O-U-T Blaze hoes from N-Y, cali to south beach (to all my gangstas) [Chorus/Talkbox x2] Let's keep it rockin' We got the cris', let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get the smokin', ??? on somethin' Cause I don't see nothin' wrong (no I don't baby) With smokin', bustin', fuckin' hoes all night long [Cont. Talkbox] It's the mafia, you know there ain't nothin' wrong Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong You know there ain't nothin' wrong I want to fuck you all night long, stop it baby You know there ain't nothin' wrong Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong Smoke a blunt, smoke a blunt Ohh all night long, it's the mafia Oooo let's keep it rockin', it's the mafia It's the mafia, it's the mafia, it's the mafia Oooooo it's the mafiaaaa Mafioso... |
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from You Got Served/ Featuring B2k (2004)
Now what they go say
Now what you go do, do that thing its on you Walked in the spot and I already picked one My dinner for the night is the cute one or two, or three, five, six, seven if you leave it up to me I'm down to get down wit cha Wiggley,Jiggley, turn it all around would ya uhh ohh and let me give the money don't freeze be easy it's cool mommy There you go do that thing for me Let it go from yo head to ya shouldas get a drink and come over After that we go head to the rover Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up Do that thing for me, Do that thing for me Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up, while you rip it up do that thing for me, Do that thing for me Give me a minute want a swig of this pimp juice I'mma be in it, when I'm in it there will be no use, for games, no games I don't need a lot, I got this on lock dog You so down The way you do it babe Put ya back into babe, uhh ohhhh can I get it on I got a lot in mine and that's about time Say Yo Yo, Say Yo Yo, Uh Uh, Say uh uh, say ohh (say) ohh (say) ohh (say) ooh, say do that then, do that then putit on me mommy if you ain't scared, say ohh... ohh I make it bounce like my booty was a 64 I'm feelin nice off that Mally and Hepno All eyez on me, Q.U.DOUBLE E.N.B.DOUBLE E yo, people scream Lil Kim real loud around me, doin that thing and it's a whole crowd around me, once I get the second one I'm goin' back in, DJ bring that joint back again, so I can take it to the floor once more before I hit that door like Big Daddy Kane ,nigga I get war, picture me standing nude by the |
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from Christina Aguilera - The Voice Within [single] (2004)
So-What am i not s'pposed to have an opinion
Should i keep quiet just because i'm a woman Call me a bitch(bitch)cause i speak what's on my mind Guess it's easier for you to swallow if i sat and smiled When the female fires back suddenly big talker don't know how to act So he does what every little boy would do Makin' up a few false rumors or two That for sure is not a man to me,slanderin' names for popularity It's sad you only get your fame through controversy But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say Chorus: This is for my girls all around the world Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth Thinkin' all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls,shout out loud Lettin'em know we're gonna stand on ground So lift your hand higher and wave'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can,never will Can't hold us down Nobody can hold us down...Nobody can hold us down...Nobody can hold us down Never can never will... So-What am i not supposed to say what i'm saying Are you offened with the message i'm bringin' Call me whatever 'cause your words don't mean a thing Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what i sing If you look back in history it's a common double standard of society The guy gets all the glory the more he can score While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore I don't understand why its OK, The guy can get away with it the girl gets named All my ladies come together and make a change And start a new beginning for us,everybody sang Chorus Lil' Kim: Check it - Here's something I just can't understand If the guy have three girls then he's the man He can either give her some head, or sex her raw If the girl do the same, then she's a whore But the table's about to turn I'll bet my fame on it Cat's take my ideas and put their name on it It's alright though, you can't hold me down I got to keep on movin' To all my girls with a man who be tryin to mack Do it right back to him and let that be that You need to let him know that his game is whack And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back You're just a little boy Think you're so cute,so coy You must talk so big to make up for smaller things You're just a little boy All you do is annoy You must talk so big to make up for smaller things Repeat Chorus X2 Ahh Wahoo 7X ahh Spread the word Can't hold us down Yeh we here We Back again Yeh Lil Kim and Christina Aguilera Yeh Can’t hold us down!" |
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from B2K - B2K Presents "You Got Served" Soundtrack (2003)
Now what they go say Now what you go do, do that thing its on you Walked in the spot and I already picked one My dinner for the night is the cute one or two, or three, five, six, seven if you leave it up to me I'm down to get down wit cha Wiggley,Jiggley, turn it all around would ya uhh ohh and let me give the money don't freeze be easy it's cool mommy There you go do that thing for me Let it go from yo head to ya shouldas get a drink and come over After that we go head to the rover Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up Do that thing for me, Do that thing for me Flip it up, give it up, I'mma grip it up, while you rip it up do that thing for me, Do that thing for me Give me a minute want a swig of this pimp juice I'mma be in it, when I'm in it there will be no use, for games, no games I don't need a lot, I got this on lock dog You so down The way you do it babe Put ya back into babe, uhh ohhhh can I get it on I got a lot in mine and that's about time Say Yo Yo, Say Yo Yo, Uh Uh, Say uh uh, say ohh (say) ohh (say) ohh (say) ooh, say do that then, do that then putit on me mommy if you ain't scared, say ohh... ohh I make it bounce like my booty was a 64 I'm feelin nice off that Mally and Hepno All eyez on me, Q.U.DOUBLE E.N.B.DOUBLE E yo, people scream Lil Kim real loud around me, doin that thing and it's a whole crowd around me, once I get the second one I'm goin' back in, DJ bring that joint back again, so I can take it to the floor once more before I hit that door like Big Daddy Kane ,nigga I get war, picture me standing nude by the |
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from Lil' Kim - Thug Luv (2003)
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... [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] 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 [Chorus: Mashonda] 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) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] 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 [Chorus 2x] [Outro during Chorus Swizz Beatz] If you in the club You are listening to the sounds Of the [scratch] 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 Bee baby |
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from Lil' Kim - Thug Luv (2003)
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah.. [Twista] 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? [Chorus] 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 [Lil' Kim] 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? [Chorus] [Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot? [K.I.M.] Like a gun shot [K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold? [Twista] Well I think so [Twista] Kim do you got dranks [K.I.M.] Crist' by the box [K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes [Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll [Lil' Kim] 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 [Twista] 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? [Chorus Two: Lil' Kim] Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista Might as well ride with us Nigga 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 Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] [Chorus Two] [Chorus] |
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from Christina Aguilera - Can't Hold Us Down [single] (2003)
So-What am i not s'pposed
to have an opinion Should i keep quiet just because i'm a woman Call me a bitch cause i speak what's on my mind Guess it's easier for you to swallow if i sat and smiled When the female fires back suddenly big talker don't know how to act So he does what every little boy would do Makin' up a few false rumors or two That for sure is not a man to me, slanderin' names for popularity It's sad you only get your fame through controversy But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say This is for my girls all around the world Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth Thinkin' all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls,shout out loud Lettin'em know we're gonna stand on ground So lift your hand higher and wave'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can,never will Can't hold us down Nobody can hold us down... Never can never will... So-What am i not supposed to say what i'm saying Are you offened with the message i'm bringin' Call me whatever cause your words don't mean a thing Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what i sing If you look back in history it's a common double standard of society The guy gets all the glory the more he can score While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore I don't understand why its OK, The guy can get away with it the girl gets named All my ladies come together and make a change And start a new beginning for us, everybody sang This is for my girls all around the world Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth Thinkin' all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls,shout out loud Lettin'em know we're gonna stand on ground So lift your hand higher and wave'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can,never will Can't hold us down Here's something I just can't understand If the guy have three girls then he's the man He can either give her some head, or sex her raw If the girl do the same, then she's a whore But the table's about to turn I'll bet my fame on it Cat's take my ideas and put their name on it It's alright though, you can't hold me down I got to keep on movin' To all my girls with a man who be tryin to mack Do it right back to him and let that be that You need to let him know that his game is whack And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back You're just a little boy Think you're so cute,so coy You must talk so big to make up for smaller things You're just a little boy All you do is annoy You must talk so big to make up for smaller things This is for my girls all around the world Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth Thinkin' all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls,shout out loud Lettin'em know we're gonna stand on ground So lift your hand higher and wave'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can,never will Can't hold us down This is for my girls all around the world Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth Thinkin' all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls,shout out loud Lettin'em know we're gonna stand on ground So lift your hand higher and wave'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can,never will Can't hold us down Ahh Wahoo ahh... Spread the word Can't hold us down Yeh we here We Back again Yeh Lil Kim and Christina Aguilera Yeh Can’t hold us down! |
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from Grind (2003)
[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
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) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) 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 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 [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] 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 rite (rite) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) 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....WHOA!!!!! 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) 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 [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] 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 B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
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 rubbergut 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 Royces (now that's what you call 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. 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 (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) 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. C'mon dice (one more time now) C'mon dice [Kim] And the best rapper's still B.I.G. |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
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 [Lil' Kim] If you see a 745 and the body is 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 sex 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 cream truck and tear your whole block up [Chorus: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples] + (Styles) 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) [Styles P] 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 [Chorus] [Styles P] It's the Ghost [Lil' Kim] And the Queen [Styles P] I'ma shoot at most of your team [Lil' Kim] And I'm leavin with most of your cream [Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that [Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga [Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses [Styles P] Y.O. nigga [Lil' Kim] Brooklyn bitch [Styles P] Nigga bust off your hammer [Lil' Kim] And cook them bricks [Styles P] If you really had dough like you said you did [Lil' Kim] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit [Styles P] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit [Lil' Kim] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth [Styles P] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight? [Lil' Kim] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White [Styles P] And I ask niggaz who wan' dance [Lil' Kim] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance" [Styles P] S.P. the Mack Milli' [Lil' Kim] Q.B. the Tech [Styles P] Got the "Money" and the "Power" [Lil' Kim] Now where's the "Respect?" [Chorus] [Styles] It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[O'Jays]
Heavenly Father, creator of all things I humble my self, with a bow to your 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 I pray for love, I pray for love, I pray for love, joy peace, and happiness [Lil' Kim] They say the closest ones to ya be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya thats why now I keep my friends to a minimum check for the ones with the venom on they tongue cuz niggas are snakes, their hugs be fake steal from their best friend at his own wake I did all I could do, and I took all I could take this is it, crossing me was your biggest mistake. It wasnt enough that I split 20% of what I make? It wasn't enough that I cut niggas half of what I bake? Aint enough that I almost lost all my bread? bailing niggas out, keeping a roof over our heads. Enough is enough, I wash my hands, I'm done with it I aint playing with u mothafuckers come wit it Keep the family together god knows I tried But shit aint been the same since B.I died (word) Chorus : [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim] I pray for love (everyday) I pray for love (everynight) I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness (keep the family together, god knows i've tried) I pray for love (everyday for real) I pray for Love (and everynight) I pray for Love, joy peace and happiness (shit aint been the same since B.I died) [Lil Kim] Lil' Kim the first rap bitch to shake up the charts act like i aint the leader of this million bitch march who got y'all rocking? The pride of the Gucci, Diore, Canel, Visocchi, and Louis Please I am the reason this rap game is unisex I am 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 is to you women abusers Last nigga I was with, straight fucking loser Niggas think cuz you give them your heart they can disect it and rip it apart Mmm-mm not I, one niggas in my eye Paybacks a mothafucker put that on the sty you lost a good bitch nigga you can't front Lil' Kim is everything a man could ever want (and thats real) [chorus] [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim] I pray for love (everyday) I pray for love (and everynight) I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness (mm-mm not I, one niggas in my eye) I pray for love (everyday yo everyday) I pray for Love (and everynight, everynight) I pray for Love, joy peace and happiness (payback's a mothafucker put that on the sty) [Lil' Kim] When the money is gone so is your friends When the gas runs out there goes your Benz They just don't make my breed no more No body lives by the code of the street no more I dont deal with the nonsense I'm keeping it real Wanna do buisness with me get in touch with him [Big Hill] Thats right any questions? No you can't ask me Put your name and your number on the letterhead and fax me You want Kim? Name the location Seventy-five grand and thats just for conversation [Lil' Kim] I'm a remain loyal while you crumble like the foil Its tradition to rock diamonds in my crown, I'm royal Niggas aint believing they thought it was over Baby girl rising up like the early morning sun Y'all think ya know but y'all have no idea what the fuck i've been going through thesse last seven years(aww man) [Chorus] [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim] I pray for love (everyday yo everyday yo) I pray for love (and everynight and everynight) I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness (They just don't make my breed no more) (word) (thats it) I pray for love (everyday yo) (I'm the last of the Moheegans) I pray for love (and everynite) (after me ther'll be nobody) I pray for love, joy, peace, and happiness (No body lives by the code of the street no more) (word) [Lil' Kim] I'm saying, I just wanna be happy (I pray for love) Thats all, I dont ask for much It makes me happy to see my people smile (I pray for) you know what I'm saying?(I pray for love) I ain't a hater I dont even like saying the word (No body lives by the code of the street no more) I'd sacrifice everything I have right now to have my man B.I.G.G.E here with me (I pray for love) see thats just how I am- cuz i'm a rider (keep the family together, god knows i've tried) what good is it to have everything (I pray for love) if you can't share with the ones you love? if you can't be with the ones you love then love the ones your with dont take nobody for granted (I pray for love) you aint promised tomorrow (I pray for love) karmas a mothafucker dont apprectiate that (I pray for love,joy, peace and happiness) (payback's a mothafucker put that on the sty) La Bella Mafia, two thousand and three ( I pray for love) sugar shaft, the bee hive (I pray for love) (I pray for love) (I pray for love, joy, peace and hapiness)I'm coming |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
(Havoc)
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. (Hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now) Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH! (Lil' Kim) Now here's a little story I gots to tell 'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel Taught 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 (bzzzzz) If we in the parkin' lot, you know the toys is there Pushin' drop G-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!) (Chorus 2x) When we come to the clubs they be like (Hold, 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, hold it now) Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHH! (Lil' Kim) 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' the 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, let me give you a hug Y'all thirsty ass niggas 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 (Chorus) (Lil' Kim) And since Frank White taught me how to play the game La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign They pump 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 six-point-six Just signed a lil' deal bout six-point-six Used to transport bricks and make six-point-six If you look in my garage I got six joints (Chorus) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now) Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now) Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH! {*"hold it now" and ad libs continue to the end of the beat*} |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
lil kim: hey there girls and boys
kids: hi miss little kim lil kim: how are you today? kids: fiiiiiiiine! good, very good, now since it's such a beuatiful day today (licking noise in the backround) (stop making that noise) lil kim: were gunna sing our song, (stop making that noise!) lil kim: you ready kids: yeeeeeeeesss! (pushing sound) kid: move stupid! kid 2: stop pushin me! lil kim: 1,2,3 kim and kids: it's a beautiful day in the hollyhood, it's a beautiful day in the hollyhood, a beautiful day in the hollyhooood! so don't you be a hater! kids: heehee! |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
lil kim: hey there girls and boys
kids: hi miss little kim lil kim: how are you today? kids: fiiiiiiiine! good, very good, now since it's such a beuatiful day today (licking noise in the backround) (stop making that noise) lil kim: were gunna sing our song, (stop making that noise!) lil kim: you ready kids: yeeeeeeeesss! (pushing sound) kid: move stupid! kid 2: stop pushin me! lil kim: 1,2,3 kim and kids: it's a beautiful day in the hollyhood, it's a beautiful day in the hollyhood, a beautiful day in the hollyhooood! so don't you be a hater! kids: heehee! |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
this is my song for real no doubt said je je make it feel played out. as i walk
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
this is my song for real no doubt said je je make it feel played out. as i walk
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
(50 cent)
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 call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what what) maagic I got the magic stick I'm a freak to the core Get a dose once you gonna want some more My tongue touch you girl, your toes bound to curl This exclusive stick I don't share with the world I had you up early in the mornin' moanin' Back shots proper the law can't stop us Been a fiend for this since Rakeim made hits Get the position down pat then its time to switch I rock the boat, I work the middle I speed it up, straight beat it up And I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n I'm in the telly working up a sweat strokin' Tonight's the night you could fall in love You could call your mama right now tell her you met a thug I talk alot of shit cause i can back it up My left stroke's the death stroke (lil kim) I've got the magic clit I know if I get licked once I get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight and I'll show you magic (what what) maagic I've got the magic clit Lil' Kim not a whore but i sex a nigga so good he gotta tell his boys When you 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 Buying matchin Lambos with the same color wheels And I ain't out shoppin' spending dude's c-notes I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throat Tonight Lil' Kim gonna have you in the zone Girls in your crib I'm answering the phone Guys wanna wife me, give me the ring I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything A couple of humps give a nigga goose bumps 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 making you high (50 Cent) I've got the magic stick I know if I can hit once I can hit twice (Lil' Kim) I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what, what) (50 Cent) Maagic (Lil' Kim) Uh huh, uh huh I got the magic clit I'll put your face in it I know you're sprung off in your tongue I know you're tasting it (50 Cent) Sex ain't a race (Lil' Kim) But I had a thug nigga breakin' records And the time is..... (50 Cent) One minute six seconds Magic stick (Lil' Kim) I got the magic box (Lil' Kim & 50 Cent) Had that ass trickin' after one back shot (50 Cent) The gifts, the ice I like that a lot (Lil' Kim) The minks, the leathers The C L drop (50 Cent) 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 call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic I got the magic stick (Lil' Kim) I know if I get licked once I get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic Uh huh, uh huh (Lil' Kim & 50 Cent) I've got the magic stick |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Chorus: repeat all 2X]
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum Shake ya bum bum {*repeat 3X*} Bum shake ya, shake ya bum Bum shake ya, shake ya bum [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil' Shanice] 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) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] + (Lil' Shanice) or *BOTH* 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 Get up and get down with the get down* [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[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 is finished I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis Act like you want some of this and I'm a give you the business You see the yellow and the black, you know what it's about Wrinkled assed niggas this iron'll straighten you out I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south That'll stick with a AIDS needle and piss in your mouth I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em lose Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate Lil' Kim the postergirl of 718 Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight After it's cooked, chopped them 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... the baby sipper Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker Baby girl 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' this beat You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section and 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 babies Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive! [Verse 2: Reeks] Yo It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets Breeze in' 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, I throwback 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: Kim] 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, all ova the 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 up 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, we the niggas you call Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll [Chorus] [Verse 4: Vee] (Uh, yo) Im 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, who helpin' you swim 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 checks 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 (The Beehive) [Chorus] [Verse 5: Goldie] It's young Goldie, the Advakid, a 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 ya'll know bullets fly in pairs like Pitti pat (Beehive) [Chorus] Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out The Beehive! |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
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) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) 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 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 [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] 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 rite (rite) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) 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....WHOA!!!!! 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) 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 [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] 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 B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
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 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 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 Aiyyo! |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
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... [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] 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 [Chorus: Mashonda] 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) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] 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 [Chorus 2x] [Outro during Chorus Swizz Beatz] If you in the club You are listening to the sounds Of the [scratch] 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 Bee baby |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah.. [Twista] 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? [Chorus] 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 [Lil' Kim] 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? [Chorus] [Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot? [K.I.M.] Like a gun shot [K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold? [Twista] Well I think so [Twista] Kim do you got dranks [K.I.M.] Crist' by the box [K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes [Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll [Lil' Kim] 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 [Twista] 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? [Chorus Two: Lil' Kim] Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista Might as well ride with us Nigga 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 Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] [Chorus Two] [Chorus] |
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from Christina Aguilera - Stripped (2002)
So what am I not supposed to
have an opinion Should I be quiet just because I'm a woman Call me a bitch cos I speak what's on my mind Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled When a female fires back Suddenly the target don't know how to act So he does what any little boy will do Making up a few false rumors or two That for sure is not a man to me Slanderin' names for popularity It's sad you only get your fame through controversy But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say This is for my girls all around the world Who've come across a man who don't respect your worth Thinking all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls Shout louder Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground Lift your hands high and wave them proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can never will can't hold us down Nobody can hold us down Nobody can hold us down Nobody can hold us down Never can never will So what am I not supposed to say what I'm saying Are you offended by the message I'm bringing Call me whatever cos your words don't mean a thing Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what I sing If you look back in history It's a common double standard of society The guy gets all the glory the more he can score While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore I don't understand why it's okay The guy can get away with it the girl gets named All my ladies come together and make a change Start a new beginning for us everybody sing This is for my girls all around the world Who've come across a man who don't respect your worth Thinking all women should be seen not heard What do we do girls Shout louder Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground Lift your hands high and wave 'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can never will can't hold us down Here's something I just can't understand If the guy have three girls then he's the man He can either give us some head sex her off If the girl do the same then she's a whore But the table's about to turn I'll bet my fame on it Cats take my ideas and put their name on it It's aiight though you can't hold me down I got to keep on movin' To all my girls with a man who be tryin to mack Do it right back to him and let that be that You need to let him know that his game is whack And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back But you're just a little boy Think you're so cute so coy You must talk so big To make up for small lil' things So you're just a little boy All you'll do is annoy You must talk so big To make up for small lil' things This is for my girls This is for my girls all around the world Who've come across a man who don't respect your worth Thinking all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls Shout louder Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground Lift your hands high and wave 'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can never will can't hold us down This is for my girls all around the world Who've come across a man who don't respect your worth Thinking all women should be seen not heard So what do we do girls Shout louder Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground Lift your hands high and wave 'em proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can never will can't hold us down Spread the word can't hold us down |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea Yellow Man, yea.. Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me) Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from) Benzino, yea (my nigga) Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh) Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?" Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot Everybody having fun niggas don't stop Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*} Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh) Got up on that ass when she came up in the door Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*} People going hard cause you know the mood is right Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap VIP crowded so I take it to the back Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) 5 in the morning more drinks at the crib Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in! Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend "Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us" Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea) Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon) Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea) This is how we do almost everyday Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... C'MON!! We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy Big, c'mon) The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery but the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it goes [Puff Daddy] NOTORIOUS! C'mon.. we are, we are NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is.. he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses [Puff Daddy] C'mon y'all.. NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. (what's his name) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! [Lil' Kim] Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone Things done changed, but we continue to reign as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor! [Puff Daddy] She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah NOTORIOUS! NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Bad Boy 2000 NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..) and he won't stop NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh We are, we are.. (Brooklyn baby) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-18
Subject : Lil Kim - La Bella Mafia (Atlantic,2003)
