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Smile in your face! Yeaaah! Back Stabbers! INTRO/CHORUS They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place The back stabbers!(Back stabbers) VERSE 1:(LIL KIM AKA BIG MOMMA) The Buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains Dental records checkin my remains,it's hard to explain First I see 'em then I don't, they disappear First she tried to slit my throat,now she ain't there I'm seein bitches in the mirrors behind me But when I turn around, they hard to find See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed Make a bitch wanna choke me till I bleed Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums That some young bum had to bust just for wreck Earn some self-respect,now should I tote a fo' pound 'Cause a clown wants my autograph Broken off that hash I think he wants my cash The Lexus and rings,give a sex simple and plain But these bitches is mad an' they niggas is bad So they scheme on a CREAM,you know Fuck the hos,bitches is detrimental,the guns is essential CHORUS x 2 VERSE 2:(LIL KIM) I'm having re-occuring dreams-bitches they want my CREAM They wanna be lieutenant so it seems,I can't sleep I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed The shadow stops,points a Glock to my fuckin head I grab my pillow,crack the back window pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate LORD have mercy!The devil tryin to curse me I keeps seeing shit that wasn't there in the first See bitches be livin mad fad-they fuck my man Steal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my hand Yeah man,breakin you down one time I packs that shit for your ass,Chronic for your mind I keeps it real on all you bitches,I wish you keep your mind Off my motherfuckin riches Bitches,I'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes Bank rolls is all I knows,that shit is dead chicken-head! CHORUS x 2 VERSE 3:(LIL KIM) The morning's finally here,damn!What should I wear? Time to get dressed and do my hair,once again it's on Somebody's knockin at my door,but when I walk across the floor Just ope' it up,the motherfucker's gone I'm hearing voices in the back of my mind Better grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta line I guess it's time to test this bullet-proof dress From putting holes up in my chest I'm lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the face I see three bitches and still I got to play it safe I hope my dress come in handy,but when I open the door Three little girls selling candy,ya see bitches is jealous Of Little Kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them All I wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch Clock dough on the law,y'know? CHORUS TO FADE |
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Intro: [News Report] Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America due to excessive use of drugs and alcohol- MAAAN!!! How da fuck do you know!!!! [Larceny] My mind's just spinnin off dat indo smoke Got me seein double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc It's no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaay And da B&J got me pissy like a baby I was fuckin wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz Robbin jewelry stores for da cash and da gems Identical bastards on some fast shit Tried to stash it Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad shit [Trife] My conscience buggin Filled wit all the bad memories I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta kill me In my sleep, same niggaz dat I put to rest Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat The drugs got a nigga high and I can't explain Tye and skunk playin tricks on my fuckin brain Shit is strange 'cause I know deez muthafuckas dead You see the murder still flash back in my head Chorus: Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink Make a nigga act kinda crazaay (REPEAT 4X) [Larceny] Nigga it's dark, it's hard for me ta fuckin see I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me I got da urge for a snake related killin spree Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees Murder conracts Collectin C note stacks, I react And push the niggaz shit back (uh huh) I neva new this young buck would be a lonester 'Till they hung my picture, wanted on a poster I pack two hot glocks, fuck the holsters Neva new this lil' G would get the most of Robbin and stealin, then led to killin Makin a livin Offa muthafuckin drug dealin Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets Shit got hot, my other half did a creep Handled his business 'cause he was on his third body Then laid low wit dis freak ass hottie Chorus (REPEAT 4X) [Trife] I of da Snakes Watch for fakes and jakes Blood money I make, transactions up state Sparkin weed and drinkin The buddha still got me thinkin Thoughts o' death and all the bodies that I left Face down, you know the routine for the cream Means necessary Cock suckas got buried Nigga raise up or get blazed up Who be da one lastin Cock the fifth and start blastin Try me Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes Aim slugs to ya face Perpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broad Got yo ass wishin you was out dis position Listen, the ganja have me on a mission Stick the clip in I stop all the bullshittin I get it on Trife, killin ass nigga rule the streets Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep Chorus (REPEAT 4X) |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (3X) [Kim] Hehehe [Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up [Kim] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy [Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit Uhh, check it out [Kim] Bout to "get money" [Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milkbox material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh.. Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (3X) [Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you [Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot [Big] I'm tellin you though [Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me [Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that [Kim] ?? [Lil' Kim] Uhh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggaz.. betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*) [Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine [Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit [Kim] ?? [Big] Look, now you wanna ?? [Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite [Big] Y'all believe that shit? [Kim] Just playin with you, worrd ?? daddy is all that, oh word ?? I'm talkin bout some presidents Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash [Big] Whatever you don't think about this My nickname was Jesus in high school [Kim] You don't even believe that shit! God don't believe that shit! [Big] I'm the supreme being baby |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Baby listen, bets to believe I can give you what you want and all that you need Mackin' all the ladies, from the fly to the shady Marquis diamonds, 600 Mersadies I'll fly you across the seas in a private jet Whisper shit in ya ear to get ya panties wet, honey I'll show you how Good life can get, wining and dinning nonchalaunt in the finests Resturaunts, feed you lobster because I'm a true mobster! Lamer niggaz bore ya, lay ya down in the Walldoff Vistoria Victoria Secrets, lengerie I loves to freak shit Dim the lights, sex all through the night King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right Wear you out, leave my number by the phone In the morn', I'm gone chorus (sung by Aaliyah): I wonder if I take you home will you still be in love baby Because I need you tonight Wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby Because I need you tonight home, home home home home Verse Two: Lil' Kim Do you know who I be? Lil' Kim the loot teddy (that's right) Here trying to put it on you fools trying to run up in (what's the matter Big Momma, don't you like what you see) Like my girl Mary B. you just ain't runnin' up in me You got to give me what I need baby, that's a drop top Z baby Martini and Roxy, icedy Spomaonte` Dom Perejoun so we can get it on, Movatto watch Tennis for the wrists, nigga you ain't ever since no ice like this So now you know what you're working with, handle ya business And keep coming with that stuff that I like, light a candle I'm too hot to handle, I see your eyes sizin' up my hips and my thighs Man I'll do things to you, Vanessa Del Rio would be shamed to do chorus: Verse Three: Kleptomaniac Mack ass niggaz, smooth like Tom Cat and ?Masusso? Games for pro leading parties with bitches and a sex Coupes Who spittin' game, all without the eye contact We're all without contracts, laying my game down flat Kleptomaniac, rides in this rhythm that you give him I'm that right, let press ya suns you got to get ya skins tight Catching mobile phones, showing women how to live life If that's your girl, she wasn't last night Made her life worth while, Benjamins by the piles Turn her frowns to smiles, lvin' Goodfellaz life style Nails done and hair, living rooms with chandelaers Sex in a strech Lex, no cares for who wanna stare Yeah now that's a real women for ya, higherd Vecks and lawyers Pearl gems and tag for ya's, Bachelor Degrees Bringin' home bacon and cheese, freaky Shaundra ain't afraid to get some Dirt up on her knees chorus: |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
(Kleptomaniac) Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties Far from angels, niggas can't see me like Charlie Style weak? Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys Niggas get injured, fucked do' in 40 fingers Got bitches by bike bar bussin Glocks off a' niggas Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me shit gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like Joe Pesci Yo, you know the tune Make sure bitches don't eat when it's time to shit out them coke balloons Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta E Class Mercedes (Hurry the fuck up bitchm, get on!) (Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (Motherfuckers!! *gun shots*) MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass Who wanna get broke the fuck up? Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like Chinese and spelling bees T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es The nicest, Jesus Christ-es Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso Bullets evacuated out windows From Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin Nigga caught up in the hustle Fuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubble Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive floors Beeling boots is essence, bookin Pelle's in my drawers Armani, Gianni Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a fuckin retard Lyrically I come off like ink alarms Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit TV tryin to peep my steez, like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen) I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?) Fuck you! Soundin like that nigga from Night Court Loose my cuffs I'm outta here! MC's be fake like toupes so I transplant Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red Soundwaves disrupted, they fucked, kid Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin The best is yet to come MC's get strung like heads on drums They don't be knowin what I'm knowin Flowin like I'm flowin Makin motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face Niggas get wet up like Alasha's on Klep's place Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms Livin in a world where you do what you must If preachers be robbin niggas who the fuck can you trust? |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Intro: Cheek Del Vec Uhh (what?) Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh) My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac) and me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec, aight) Aight! (One love) Uhh, check it (Snake-killin ass niggas, JM one love) Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac Del Vec, little niggas pushing Landcruiser jeeps gettin blunted all day, every day of the week Nights in Maxima's and Acura's Got bitches drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda Drivin rope down south in the Honda I'm behind her in the Pathfinder gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the XL 600 ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what you're doin and gettin loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect Chorus: Larceny Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns *repeat* Verse 2: Trife, Larceny Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha Stashin my guns to protect my ones I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go In the 5-double 0 SL puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip Snakes-murder men formin plots Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop us from gettin the Luchicreno My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life JM shorty's on the run Cocksucker go get your guns Chorus x 1/2 Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up Stick guns I get'cha, spit sperm when I cum Party done, use to hustle bubble with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek I murdered that, we got mad respect Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block I got shit on lock in Little Rock My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop went to jail, put the Benz up for bail Now I'm fucked up in the cut I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks As I look around me, dead bodies surround me Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions Sittin on top, tote Glocks smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420 Bodyin motherfuckers for this money Chorus x2 |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
[Kleptomaniac] Why niggaz wanna clock me? like that dance called the chachi Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky Part I, part II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (what?) Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin high representin for the nine-quint Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh) Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS? It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers' Life interceptor, pussy collector Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator Hook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!" [Notorious B.I.G.] Throw gats to *Guiliani* Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out the tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach I strangle each -- negro for they dough Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin 560 V-12 engine, women spinnin in 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha The menage-a-trois around my waist like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's Windows cracked, so sit back relax Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash Hook: repeat 4X [Kleptomaniac] What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt Money makes the world go round, robbin shit Fuck a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs All-wheel automobiles, traction control for clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game on the cel with bitches on hold, that's how we roll (uhh) Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh) Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs -- [Notorious B.I.G.] -- the world is mine! Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets BIG is repellant, to all that "He say, she say" We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threat Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash No coke, then get some more Hook [Kleptomaniac] Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't know how complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses and the sex is for summer sports Passports for drug transports to remote resorts Bitches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin figure boots Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes My lyrics explicit Got bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit [Notorious B.I.G.] If Biggie bring big bowls of beef backin bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh) BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen 9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear? Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said Niggaz disrespect just are dead... |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Check it out, uhh Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's Got mad guns up in the cabin Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find Chorus: repeat 2X Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals Smokin skunk and mad Phillies Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robbery's a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches She whippin my ride, countin my one' |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Ladies and Gentlemen you are now listening of the sounds of The Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A. Jealous niggas recognise, freak bitches fantasise Aah aah Chorus: Lil Caesar Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, uhh, uhh, uhh uhh (Check it out!) Verse 1: Lil Caesar Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free My GS3 gleams perfectly Lil Cae's get flour like the stems Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A Blunts make my day Friday to Friday stay-be baby plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris My windfall- be rich by sixteen Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream Saw her knockin all ho's, dancin a machine, uhh True bawler, bitch case might call her A little shorty but I like my bitches taller Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust past your shit while Big fuck your bitch Uhh uhh, while your nigga take flicks Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Chorus: Cheek Del Vec One two y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. *repeat x2* One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh Verse 2: Cheek Del Vec I admit back in the days I did stupid shit Now I changed, I'm in to bigger and better things like rockin Cuban change, bitch copped the range Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond rings Pop Moet with my bitch when it rain Drink away the pain, got mad scars on my brain A little nigga rolled for dough Copped ki's across seas and sent a memo from a Cuban kid named Sallio selled mad pulito Coppin 'bout four bricks then I called Nino Meet me at the airport, feds is on the stalk Almost got caught cos the dumb bitch talked How much you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that How much Moveet cost and where my cash stash at? But the feds still couldn't get nuttin JM I'm still stuntin and frontin Chorus: Jamal One two y'all, you know we rock ya Little Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. *repeat x2* One two y'all, you know we rock ya, rock ya Little Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Verse 3: Jamal Mally G a villian, keep niggas feelin my trigger finger enhancin peelin ya dome piece with the chrome piece fat I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather Schemin, bustin on whoever I can ejecta Window, think slow sing low Fuckin with Row Dog Mall you ain't know, aah Remember this funkabist lyricist Blow the premises out the frame wit this killer seen with the guillotine shotty with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya fuckin spot Cockin the Glock, fifty bust, hit the dust This spit shit murderous Huh, now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all and if I have to kill em all, I sure Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. *repeat x2* One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh Verse 4: Biggie I got that rhythm line like Sprite got lemon lime Dina Carradine, keep a hand in all the time My rhymes so much experien when I'm smeer-ien to kissin my lawyer at my hearin-en This day and age my rap is like the plague I married this shit, y'all niggas still engaged Turn blowouts to 360 waves How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n' dippin with money L in the green beamer sip a zeamers on our way to see Katrina She said she need a freak like me like Adina Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina I seen her, lights excite all the freaks Squirtin on curtains, lips, tits and sheets Go beat, meet death, ya dead, ya die Don't fuck with B-I, that's that! |
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from High School High (굿모닝 스쿨) by Ira Newborn [omnibus, ost] (1996)
If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch Murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin In the tunnel in Eso's Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer you think you greater, uh (You niggaz got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch) Check my pitch, or send it persona And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin my rolex rich Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings that's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one and another one, and another one, and another one 24 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage <Damn, this bitch is bad> baby carots <Damn, I love that ass> shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time Why? Lil Ceas Chorus: repeat 2X killahs be quite my nigga bring the riots tough talk tough walk that shit is tired you wanna be this queen B but ya can't be thats why you're mad at me Verse Two: Hoes think I'm foul call me the bitch shitter the lyrical gonna take a miracle like Denise Williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota gunz we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous if you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew <check it> you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch just a dick suckin nasty ready for some ass let me stress the tattoo on your breats B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P. play your position know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin plus I give head better than you pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you I dedicate this song to ya ass like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly Chorus Verse Three: saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up stack da skeeza, keep em knees up what da fuck stay chillin, pack a million Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down lay around clown the clock steps for no one never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da Don pussy tease, here's three for takes yeah I ride crate state to state Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim While you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine <and I'm> and I'm married to this Y'all our strategy misses still planin wettins mafio also deadins all that bullshit any type of threatens to pull shit unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh who knows but they gotcha unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh maybe next time keep your head up Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Undeas (uhh... uh-huh) Lil' Ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, Queen Bee) Uhh (uh-huh, that's me) Uhh, check it (Lil' Kim) Verse One: Lil' Cease Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage While you walk the street until your feet get calloused Take you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all over put your vote in my ballot It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace It be all good as long as you don't act childish While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh Hook: Notorious B.I.G. I know you seen me on the video (true) I know you heard me on the radio (true) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you Verse Two: Lil' Kim Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal I'll be undressed in the bra all see through While you count your jewels thinkin I'ma cheat you The only one thing I wanna do is freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And I'll be doin things that you won't regret Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!) I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade You can slide on my ice like the Escapade And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he? I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up But don't blush, just keep this on the hush Hook Verse Three: Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's All chrome D3's, decked out TV's CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Don't be fooled by the baby face I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot Only one plan, that's to rise to the top I told you before, when I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a Works from the dealers, all in chinchila Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian LaCroix Hook (repeat 4X to fade) |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas then rock the shots of liquor they
make me cum quicker rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly you think you ballin but your body's callin free fallin all in fuck the bumpin and grindin have you jumpin and whinin while I'm climbin i be doin groups like Troup body rockin H Town or Horace Brown watch out now Baby face can pay da rent and cook me five meals what the deal on that Prince cat he be lookin kind of fruity but he can still eat the booty Brian McKnights tight Joe is lookin kinda slow and oh what about D'Angelo I want some of that brown sugar and what watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts like Chorus: Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick (dreams of fucking and R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B dick I fuck mike sta flyway fuck dem LaDae cats and one on dem resemble Craig Mack I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vision pussy eatin position to go to shower pissin I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto now Im skin deep in da Lexus Jeep peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit Mista they'd be lickin blackberry molasses out my asses Jason who da fuck time ya wastin I got no patience for little dick tastin I'd rather go Solo so I can get some Heaven and be the fuck out After Seven All for One and One for All I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of yall and if ya Immature than Im out the door I'm on fire gettin head by the Harlem Boys Choir. Repeat Chorus I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore Montell Jordan ain't scorin Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble make him an example with this pussy sample her we go you didn't know Joe was my hoe Tony Rich my bitch I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide and when Im done give me a high five. Repeat Chorus You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case We got to drink a pace for me to participate don't playa hate you didn't school with me Im icin Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory Repeat chorus til fades |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
[BIG] Never a flaw [Kim] A different kind of high [Kim] Yaknow feel me on this huh uhh Ladies and gents Your dopest host presents extravagence in the ladies' frame leavin cum stains Niggaz remain in awe when I brought a Dillinger Throw it to ya jaw uhh Never a flaw Never before have you seen such magnificense in the black princess yesss Flow's phenom I'm the bomb diggy Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me Call us the Gabbana girls We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggaz lust Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand with the in-sane clan, man listen My position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy To please me you got to be well off Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby (repeat) Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear Yeah, enough glorifyin Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin bout the clothes they be buyin Some stores won't even let you whores in Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass Kim surpass, all crews Bitches still drinkin booze I sip Cristal and Landcruise Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach like the bag, the Prada mama Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana Chorus Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours Boring huh, I'm warnin ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch when I fuck with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Sound of a car driving on a busy street*
Taxi Driver: Alright sir which side of the street would you like to be on. Patron: Yeah that one. That side right there. Taxi Driver: Yeah okay. The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out. Taxi Driver: Okay that will be four ninety please. Patron: Yeah yeah here's five dollars. Keep the change. Taxi Driver: Oh fuck you! The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking. Box Office Worker: May, I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore. Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars. He hands her money and then walks through a door. Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo. *Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background* Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you? Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins please. Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all? Patron: Yeah, ah... Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five. The patron hands another bill over. Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey? Patron: Huh! The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background. The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating. Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby. Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim. Come on. Yeah. Yeah. The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the masturbating patron continue. Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah. Work it, bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Yeah....uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll Where loyalty is everything[thunder sounds] The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets Let me tell you In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one rule One clan yess man face around It's like stakes and pans All 'em wanna be the man Right hands wash the left hands Loyalty's priority in this fam Where life is initiated ain't no givin' it back Once you in it like Bennet You'll soon be Lieutenant Like me,the Don Juan that Evon The sweat-a,the money gett-a Coppin' mad chedda,see! ??? wondering how I got in this position One dya Frank was fishin',for competion,expedition Number one,his name is Barry Modaddo Pushin' fat molatto,'96 ?miss? this Cost ya ?barizono? I lay gently in the Bently Through binacular,he seemed popular Givinchi socks,cartier poolates H-class rocks and choms like Bohimians Sick like lukimeans,receding hair lines Watch how geniune,it's gold mine Recline while Frank pops the wine I cocks the nine,niggas peep it from behind And slipped they clips in with One chick down with,pull ???? for shit Tried to play Big Poppa,don't worry Minutes before I drop her,the blah! blah! blah! They wanna roll me,the bitch violated So how you like it,coffins or cremated Yeah,you know what I'm sayin' chorus: There ain't a day in my life that rolls by That I don't get high,sit back and won't cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches But now it's just me and my niggas,whah (repeat) Street murders,thug parasites We officialno fake gators Coppin' fire arms with dug missles We leavin' scare tissue That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut Mob nigga what!threw the gang sign up The nigga chuckles,this niggas loot On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles Damn,I could've dealed for a couple mill We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance But still,they backed me down from all angles Trapped inside the devil's triangle Like Bo I had to ?dangle? And movin' to slid up on these Mexicans One cross eyed and hunchbacked The other must be mixed with black The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops Long hair,chest for like a bag of rocks I pulled the shots I grabbed the keys to the lots,the jewels and the rocks The cream in the box,etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop I got away with everything,the cash and the stash chorus: So now I'm titled Mission acomplished,my man was a stounch He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air Stinkin!I know what this nigga thinkin' Damn she's too little,too pretty,too fired The bitch is hired,mob's wife for life Diamond heist with Trife,contracts on your life We increase the price,uuhh So guess who the bitch iz,but for now I be the mistess chorus: It's just me and my niggas,just me and my niggas Whah,just me and my niggas (repeat |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Heh, heheheh I got, no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh) ( |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy I didn't mind it when he fucked me from behind It felt fine 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass me bricks credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep I took the keys to the jeep Tell him "I'll be back " go fuck with some other cats Flirtin' gettin' numbers in the summer hoe hop Raw top in my mans drop Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme," Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy the motherfucker never ate my pussy Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U Had a weedspot, used to pump African black He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' The sex was wack, a four stroke creep I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin." He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' Chorus The moral of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I aint with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Sound of people talking in background*
Hater #1: Hey yo Hater #2: Whatup baby? Hater #1: That little stink ass bitch Kim them little snake niggaz man I don't like that bitch I can't stand that bitch Hater #2: Yeah I see that bitch Hater #1: That's my word yo that's my word son But yo on the real though the bitch do be havin some cheddah and the bitch be rockin some ice Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it Hater #1: I be seein her floatin with little niggaz here now and then, know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: What, them little bitch ass M.A.F.I.A. niggaz? Hater #1: Yeah, them little faggot ass niggaz Hater #2: Them niggaz pussy, kid Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggaz rollin down Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of em on the strength You know what I'm sayin, you know how we roll baby Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: But, am, yo what's up, you wanna get this paper or what? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: Cause they, I'm sayin, I know they sweet You know what I'm sayin? You know how they get down Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: I'ma hold them niggaz down, one a them niggaz move a inch, I'm lacin em straight up and down, I'm puttin one in they cabbage Hater #2: No doubt let's make it happen, kid Hater #1: Aight |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Damn, boo, you see honey right there? The little one, yo
Oh, yeah He ain't got no...nah, look at his shi...nah, he ain't got no cash No, fuck that that chain probably B.I.G. chain Hell yeah, you know Biggie's got the fuckin' dollars Yeah, for real You know, let's set that nigga up Nah Yeah Only way you get that motherfucker is with some ass, yo That's the only thing he want now Suck his dick, he probably like that He like menage-a-tois Runnin' pockets, alright? You know Until that mother fucker be asleep or some shit like that, right? Yeah, yeah, let's do that shit Nah, there go the other one Sayin they always let the motherfuckin dumb niggaz hold the cash You know what I mean? You know Little Ceas, let's get that nigga Nah, I'm, I'm scared'a dat nigga You know he look... Biggie gettin' ass on a regular basis. But, so what You never know, yo, let's just try that shit, yo I'm goin' for mine yo, fuck that |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Baby I missed you
I missed you to. I waited a long time for this. So why you aint come see me, no commisary or nuttin. I aint wanna see my bird in no cage. But im ready to take care of you now. Now, after three years, three muthafuckin years, nigga you know what (gun cock) Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kid its the gangstrasis, what u think this is nigga calm yourself, its just a little robbery you got strickin with the poverties callin me call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow, spectaculous, miraculous i practice this for a livin like the budhism yom yom rain ge ki ask tina, nuttin got shit ta do with me and you or the 44 under the pillow what the deal do, i like to play while im workin and thats for certain, keep jerkin, i aint done with you lights, camera, curtains, in a second the show begins, invite your family and friends they gots ta see this or they wouldnt believe this, u got stuck and left naked with a hard penis. chorus x2 It dont take nuttin for you to love me baby it dont take nuttin for you to love me if you're feelin like i do then i know you want it too it dont take nuttin for you to spend a little doe. i heard about the carjacks and all the contracts out on me, by your man big d stink gucara i bought his life for 3 g's then some watches, then wet him like galoshes no need to be mad they already gone, him and your hit man had somethin going on we caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car you know the place where the willies are always frontin in they ??? sippin dom p's and cristies i remenesce how it used to be on the run from police we bust shotties out of mazaradi's bloodie bodies |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
[Guy]:
Damn baby Can't believe you bagged Lil Kim. [Biggie]: Oh yeah that bitch on my dick man. She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch. [Guy 2]: Word? [Biggie]: I'm a knock her ass. But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though. [Guy 2]: I want to I want to man. But that bitch want some eatin pussy shit yo. I'm not tryin to fuck with that kid. [Guy]: Yeah but the other one. The little short one with the fat ass. [Guy 2]: Where? [Guy]: Thinkin right there. I'm think I could put it in the ass. [Biggie]: I'm a tell ya'll something. I'm a fuck Kim. I'm a take her up in the room. [Guy 2]: I want that one right there. [Biggie]: With the ponytail? [Guy]: Yeah [Biggie]: Yeah fuck her fuck her. [Guy 2]: I'm a fuck her good. Take that! Take that yo. [Guy]: No doubt. [Biggie]: We gon fuck the shit out these bitches. [Guy]: I'm gon take that out right now. [Biggie]: We gon fuck the shit out these bitches. [Guy 2]: That's anal right there. [Biggie]: Anal? [Guy]: Anal baby. [Biggie]: Fuckin anal. I'm don't give a fuck. |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Yea uh fuck that yo I want some pussy tonight I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit Only because she got some money for me and shit I think about fuckin her And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do but check it How you spell cash? C's and some hash At last a nigga kickin game full blast How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey Clock me workin real hard for a nickel He drive a tricycle and his pants too little And his shoes too little Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks That make sure your kicks fit The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free So all you got to do for me is just Make your way to my king sized bed And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread Keep the pussy out the other man's bed Just gimme some head, gimme some head Chorus: Ceas: If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it Ceas: If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it [Lil' Kim] Some bitches do and some bitches don't Ride a dick until he brush it I know I won't Niggas cum too fast for me A waste of a good dick if you ask me I like a nigga like to put his back in it If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it All I get, few strokes that's it This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy This nigga here bust off snorin He straight, I knew this date would be borin I wanna wake him up to do his duty Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty You wanna steal the pussy like a thief Now I'm twistin lips without the teeth So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru Goodnight to you too boo Chorus [Ceas] Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo) Well if he cum up on your chest slow If not then your not down with me Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G. Capone, Nino, or Bugsy Don't ask Kim for a date, she want her pussy ate Chorus |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Gettin' Money/White Chalk/Get Money-6 Tracks (1996)
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3]
[Kim] Hehehe [Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up [Kim] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy [Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit Uhh, check it out [Kim] Bout to "get money" [Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milkbox material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh.. Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3] [Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you [Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot [Big] I'm tellin you though [Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me [Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that [Kim] ?? [Lil' Kim] Uhh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggaz.. betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [repeat to end] [Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine [Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit [Kim] ?? [Big] Look, now you wanna ?? [Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite [Big] Y'all believe that shit? [Kim] Just playin with you, worrd ?? daddy is all that, oh word ?? I'm talkin bout some presidents Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash [Big] Whatever you don't think about this My nickname was Jesus in high school [Kim] You don't even believe that shit! God don't believe that shit! [Big] I'm the supreme being baby |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Gettin' Money/White Chalk/Get Money-6 Tracks (1996)
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3]
[Kim] Hehehe [Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up [Kim] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy [Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit Uhh, check it out [Kim] Bout to "get money" [Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her "Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?" My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milkbox material You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh.. Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [x3] [Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you [Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot [Big] I'm tellin you though [Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me [Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that [Kim] ?? [Lil' Kim] Uhh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz Niggaz.. betta grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you wit me? How could you ever decieve me But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money [repeat to end] [Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine [Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit [Kim] ?? [Big] Look, now you wanna ?? [Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite [Big] Y'all believe that shit? [Kim] Just playin with you, worrd ?? daddy is all that, oh word ?? I'm talkin bout some presidents Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash [Big] Whatever you don't think about this My nickname was Jesus in high school [Kim] You don't even believe that shit! God don't believe that shit! [Big] I'm the supreme being baby |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Gettin' Money/White Chalk/Get Money-6 Tracks (1996)
[Chorus hooks:]
[Method Man] I got more glocks and tecks than you [Biggie Smalls] Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em [x2] [Trife] I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk I know you hear me Nigga talk [Larceny] Nigga I'm weak-in, can't move my mouth to speak-in They caught me creepin Deep in the hood peepin Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in But fucked up because my heart's still beatin I can't sleep, thinkin how I'mma creep Burners to squeeze but can't get up to help my ememies [Trife] Psychopath, when the days of wrath Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it And who da fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them bastards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched to terror You could pray all day but still gone die anyway [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny] When I come, I'm comin right Fuck tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you Nigga catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen Fuck the yappin I'mma, step the fuck up and start clappin Double action Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction Clickin off reaction [Larceny] All those robberies we breezed Backed down DTs Feelin the murder disease Thou shall die when I catch you And lick you in your eye Nigga, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in drugs Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs Engraved, with the mark of the beast The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny, Trife] Murder's the death penalty Don't need nobody Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick [Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique] Now who goes the road against it [Trife] Niggaz got drama I'ma kill his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for bitchin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos Fuckin witta pro I hit, I don't miss Niggaz spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt Tryin ta put in work But only gettin ya fuckin self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherfucker |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Gettin' Money/White Chalk/Get Money-6 Tracks (1996)
[Chorus hooks:]
[Method Man] I got more glocks and tecks than you [Biggie Smalls] Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em [x2] [Trife] I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk I know you hear me Nigga talk [Larceny] Nigga I'm weak-in, can't move my mouth to speak-in They caught me creepin Deep in the hood peepin Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in But fucked up because my heart's still beatin I can't sleep, thinkin how I'mma creep Burners to squeeze but can't get up to help my ememies [Trife] Psychopath, when the days of wrath Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it And who da fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them bastards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched to terror You could pray all day but still gone die anyway [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny] When I come, I'm comin right Fuck tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you Nigga catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen Fuck the yappin I'mma, step the fuck up and start clappin Double action Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction Clickin off reaction [Larceny] All those robberies we breezed Backed down DTs Feelin the murder disease Thou shall die when I catch you And lick you in your eye Nigga, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in drugs Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs Engraved, with the mark of the beast The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny, Trife] Murder's the death penalty Don't need nobody Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick [Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique] Now who goes the road against it [Trife] Niggaz got drama I'ma kill his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for bitchin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos Fuckin witta pro I hit, I don't miss Niggaz spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt Tryin ta put in work But only gettin ya fuckin self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherfucker |
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from Lil' Kim - Not Tonight [single] (1997)
Undeas (uhh... uh-huh) Lil' Ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, Queen Bee) Uhh (uh-huh, that's me) Uhh, check it (Lil' Kim) Verse One: Lil' Cease Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage While you walk the street until your feet get calloused Take you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all over put your vote in my ballot It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace It be all good as long as you don't act childish While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh Hook: Notorious B.I.G. I know you seen me on the video (true) I know you heard me on the radio (true) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you Verse Two: Lil' Kim Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal I'll be undressed in the bra all see through While you count your jewels thinkin I'ma cheat you The only one thing I wanna do is freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And I'll be doin things that you won't regret Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!) I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade You can slide on my ice like the Escapade And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he? I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up But don't blush, just keep this on the hush Hook Verse Three: Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's All chrome D3's, decked out TV's CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Don't be fooled by the baby face I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot Only one plan, that's to rise to the top I told you before, when I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a Works from the dealers, all in chinchila Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian LaCroix Hook (repeat 4X to fade) |
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from Lil' Kim - Not Tonight [single] (1997)
Undeas (uhh... uh-huh) Lil' Ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, Queen Bee) Uhh (uh-huh, that's me) Uhh, check it (Lil' Kim) Verse One: Lil' Cease Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage While you walk the street until your feet get calloused Take you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all over put your vote in my ballot It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace It be all good as long as you don't act childish While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh Hook: Notorious B.I.G. I know you seen me on the video (true) I know you heard me on the radio (true) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you Verse Two: Lil' Kim Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal I'll be undressed in the bra all see through While you count your jewels thinkin I'ma cheat you The only one thing I wanna do is freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And I'll be doin things that you won't regret Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!) I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade You can slide on my ice like the Escapade And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he? I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up But don't blush, just keep this on the hush Hook Verse Three: Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's All chrome D3's, decked out TV's CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Don't be fooled by the baby face I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot Only one plan, that's to rise to the top I told you before, when I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a Works from the dealers, all in chinchila Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian LaCroix Hook (repeat 4X to fade) |
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from Lil' Kim - Not Tonight [single] (1997)
[BIG] Never a flaw [Kim] A different kind of high [Kim] Yaknow feel me on this huh uhh Ladies and gents Your dopest host presents extravagence in the ladies' frame leavin cum stains Niggaz remain in awe when I brought a Dillinger Throw it to ya jaw uhh Never a flaw Never before have you seen such magnificense in the black princess yesss Flow's phenom I'm the bomb diggy Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me Call us the Gabbana girls We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us Trust, niggaz lust Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand with the in-sane clan, man listen My position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy To please me you got to be well off Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja Sensimilla, can I feel ya All I wanna do is touch ya The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby (repeat) Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little To my bitches that suck dick a little While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear Yeah, enough glorifyin Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin bout the clothes they be buyin Some stores won't even let you whores in Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass Kim surpass, all crews Bitches still drinkin booze I sip Cristal and Landcruise Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach like the bag, the Prada mama Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana Chorus Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours Boring huh, I'm warnin ya Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch when I fuck with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the shit, practice it So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah! Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Not Tonight [single] (1997)
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy I didn't mind it when he fucked me from behind It felt fine 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass me bricks credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep I took the keys to the jeep Tell him "I'll be back " go fuck with some other cats Flirtin' gettin' numbers in the summer hoe hop Raw top in my mans drop Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme," Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy the motherfucker never ate my pussy Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U Had a weedspot, used to pump African black He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' The sex was wack, a four stroke creep I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin." He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' Chorus The moral of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I aint with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Not Tonight [single] (1997)
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy I didn't mind it when he fucked me from behind It felt fine 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass me bricks credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep I took the keys to the jeep Tell him "I'll be back " go fuck with some other cats Flirtin' gettin' numbers in the summer hoe hop Raw top in my mans drop Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme," Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy the motherfucker never ate my pussy Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U Had a weedspot, used to pump African black He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' The sex was wack, a four stroke creep I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin." He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' Chorus The moral of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I aint with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? Chorus |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Chorus:
Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Verse One: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon Whether you like it hard or the live guitars Anything dropped if it's hot it's ours If it's not it's yours, we on the job Everybody eatin, everybody involved You can't stop that like you can't stop rap Bad Boy stop what's the chance of that? We don't stop, so check the, mansions and stacks And we don't have to answer to Jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop corks, we be the toast of New York And out West, we want y'all to understand All we wanna do is make you dance We know the song ain't done wrong when the party is hot Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you? Chorus Verse Two: Lil' Kim When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough Fuck Domino's, strictly dice Bet you niggaz won't flow for this ice, notes is the price Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y'all niggaz still broke While my pockets on re-up Y'all niggaz shit on E, what a pi-ty Ain't it a shame how your man chose me And you wanna know why, it's mad simple Even in the winter, still pull a baller wit my jimmies Drive a Ta-hoe, wit plenty cash flow He know, anything I touch I blow And I crush a show, wit my luscious flow Gotta crew full of niggaz and a Lexus too All of them hold me down while I'm pressin you So who stressin who, and even though my nigga gone Lil' Kim and Puff Daddy keep keepin it on Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow Bang this til you're bein old when you at home on the six-four, sittin on chrome Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us At the end of the night they gonna slide with us I could tell y'all the rest but it's ob-vious To the top now, ride with us, c'mon We don't stop, we run the game, we don't watch every single region, we own blocks Never let up, you tell me, who do it better Every single I drop, at least two are better The song ain't the wrong when the party is hot Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you? Chorus Everything we make is hot Thought I told you that we never stop Keep risin to the top, yeahhh Keep risin to the top, yeahhh (repeat above four lines over another Chorus to fade) |
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from Puff Daddy - No Way Out (1997)
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything *Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh *Repeat (x2) Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. *Repeat (x2) Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! *Repeat (x2) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(feat. Mase & Lil' Kim)
Mase (talking): Just show me the Bounce J, once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything J.D. (overlapping Mase) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Mase Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh J.D. (Chorus) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with (Repeat) J.D. Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. Chorus Lil' Kim Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! Chorus |
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from Will Smith - Willennium (1999)
Uh, uh, uh What?
Whoo! Ha-ha Yeah mic check Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic Alright now let's go yo *Here come the butter baby (I bring it smooth and hot) Here come the butter baby (Bringing it smooth and hot) Here come the butter baby (I bring it smooth and hot) What? What? What? What? Here come the butter baby Bringing it smooth and hot Got the staff from K-B Singing this groove a lot So I got my spiral notebook Drink and pen And then abracadabra y'all, done it again Married but I flirt a little Siking the ladies In the videos I be bringing it like Mike in the 80s Level of success based on my level of risk You've been yelling for the lyricist Then reveling this Old school hip-hop a beat and a rhyme Some chapters and some verses, you seek and you find Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno Flame by hip-hop burns eternal All aboard on my train to fame Rappers hoping that it'd rain Trying to stop the game But rain can't stop me I got a coat in the crib Hey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefin' at the whiz, what? *Repeat (Lil' Kim y'all what?) [Lil' Kim] Lil' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feel Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less ends I'd most likely have a lot less friends You know what I learned, let them keep talking Uh-huh, pull up in an Azure and watch them keep walking Kim haters be making me wanna flip and react No-no-no, chill Will and let me do that (alright) Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke cats You know the queen like to be where the money at I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis When will y'all learn? Y'all just interns You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn I rock telephones with the TV screens So I can have real phone sex Know what I mean? *Repeat It's the fun king, I've been doing one thing Running things for years, give me one swing And it's out of here, crack! Over the fence ladies and gents Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current events Yes Lord! Big Will swinging the best sword What'cha flexing for, don't be testing me boy Messing with me boy, you're stepping on the root of a daisy I have you're girl saying Will why you do that to my baby? Yo Will, what they looking stupid in the face for? What? I can't have rocks the size of a baseball Trust me when I cop I make sure mine cut glass Never spend my last, like a crack head for the blast Y'all can kiss my ass acting like you know me You ain't got a Rolley, take this one here you owe me All in together now, wrists looking better now Screw greyhound bound, I'm getting cheddar now Burrrr! When she step up in the scene! Who! Ice gleam, y'all scream, "Bow to the Queen!" Ring on her finger mad phat Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and caught a flashback All you rappers wanna snap, Jazzy Jeff got my back Lil' Kim bring it back, Lil' Kim press the rack Yeah I'm short and sexy, my love's divine My name is QB and I blow your mind with the When I step up, body lookin' hot All the music just stop |
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from Mobb Deep - Mobb Muzik [Clean Version] (1999)
[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Intro]
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be You need people like me You need people like me So you can point your fuckin' fingers And say "That's the bad guy" So say good night to the bad guy Go on Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again [Puff] To be or not to be [Mase] My mother's wrong [Puff] That's the question, you feel me? [Mase] My father was wrong [Puff] They say I'm wrong So they say [Mase] So they say [Puff] Ha ha, come on It's like this right here [Mase] To all my niggas, check this out * - [Lil' Kim] It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit [Puffy] Ain't another crew like us That could do like us See the world from a view like us Still always come through like us They ain't true like us If they only knew like us It's less than a small few like us And they ain't pay dues like us Never on P's and Q's like us They don't move like us They don't have the right to choose like us Or get mad cause they ain't grew like us They ain't on cue like us They don't fit the shoe like us Don't know who's who like us (who dat?) Strangers, ain't aware of the danger They head's up wit thoroughbred cats That knock 'em back, they get the axe And a hard case to crack I'm a hard face to track Fast as they can test us We flip 'em on they backs, like that The many men that make us great must stay together Cause together, we're hard to break Repeat * [Mark Curry] Look out mutha fucka I tried to warn 'em You don't wanna double cross us Haven't you heard how many guy they lost with us You don't wanna floss with us Cause shit cost with us Ain't nobody boss but us We got force wit us, of course it's us It's no being better off than us And ain't a hotter source than us And these streets ain't divorcing us We ain't got no remorse in us Know to hold your horse with us No cuttin' shorts with us Here to stay, no abortin us, no extortin' us Between us we got the mic domain and artillery Therefore, it's all free reign, who's domain When shots ring, who remains, they refrain Who walks away with the gain Us Thorough niggas that's hard to top Together we're too hard to stop Repeat * [Lil' Kim] Ain't a bitch like me that can spit like me Who could say they rich like me They don't hold the four fifth like me Ain't a hit like me Nobody load the clip like me Cut coke and flip like me Make hit after hit like me Wear the title Queen Bitch like me Ya'll ain't good in bed like me And ya'll don't give head like me Plus your crew don't break bread like me Think about it, this a one shot deal Ya'll got one shot still When m |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Nas] Yo, Yo
[Puffy] Gansta, Gansta [Nas] Gansta Yo [Puffy] That's Right [Nas] Journey Through the life of some real niggas [Puffy] Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen [Puffy] When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut-throats, They deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat ass and big breasts Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum And the crap pyramids Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax Tell me if you feelin' that * - [Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker] Take a journey through the life of these real niggas The things that they seen it would thrill niggas If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there's no one that we can trust [Beanie Sigel] You can never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, The realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, Looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower When you gaurd your soap I done seen the biggest Nigga's in the yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'm not wit none of that Standin' around lookin' cool and shit I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up And have some motherfuckin' fun You understand what it means to be black? I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back I go by the name of the Puff Daddy But check this shit out Four, five As we procced to give you what you need [Notorious B.I.G] Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts Hangin' with the nigga's don't pay the bills And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit) Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, twenty G's, nigga please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need * - On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga Now how you gon' act wit my nigga? Just remember there's a gun to your dome And I will lick shots and run through your home Or better yet I put your son to the chrome Turn the music up and unplug the phone I will kill him, read my lips You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks See, I flips when I don't see no chips Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga I want the stash, keys, hash, Weed, G's motherfucker, freeze Cock sucker, you better bring the things out Before I blow your motherfucker frame out Nigga what Repeat * [Lil' Kim] Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit Yo fuck that, I'm gon' check these nigga's Fuck that, fuck that What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya Oh, thought you was talkin' To us, um pardon me, my bad I shoulda known Ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers The open surgeons heart removers Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns We buy out everything you claim, including your name Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga's Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll nigga's Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it With the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurl Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to m |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
.. My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*} To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes Who are you? [Lil' Shanice] Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me? [Lil' Kim] She called me by my government name, Kimberly Who sent you? [Lil' Shanice] My mom sent me; her name is Dottie She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie [Lil' Kim] Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match Bavari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose and I could see she was admiring my Minski suit Then she handed me the note [Lil' Shanice] Here - read this [Lil' Kim] I just stared her up and down cause I couldn't believe this - then I opened it It said, "Bitches is out to get you; your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz. I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends. They know where you live, so evacuate the crib. And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice. Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her. Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol - and tomorrow is her first ballet recital, and she would be more than happy if you could take her. Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later." Damn.. what went wrong? Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs? Bitches all up in my ass like a thong If this was a show, y'all hoes would get "gonged" Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on What the fuck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future to bring back your head like Medusa Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X) Girls be actin stink, and mad funny Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey" I know it hurts.. (I'm killin y'all) [Lil' Kim] Uhhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather It's snowin and I'm tryin to put the whole shit together How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me and dress like me, and look like me and Nicole, it's like she lived in my house Askin me for money, day in - day out And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha C'mon Shanice I'm takin you to my house in L. Conn. (I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine [Lil' Shanice] C'mon please, I wanna be just like you 600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies Crazy baguettes in my barettes; and, H-class rocks inside my baby G shop Fuck Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes! But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's Versace hottie in designer clothes Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus I'm the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E but all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee What what? I like the green, know what I mean? Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I come cleaner [Lil' Kim] You know what? I like you; little big person but rule number one - no cursin Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that, when I was your age I woulda got hung for that Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot so she could fill me in a little more about the plot Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two "Hello?" Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches buggin out; I mean, what's this all about? "See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy They don't want you to win no more Soul Train they don't want you to attend no more And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more The other day, when I was comin out the grocery store I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door" For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet Through her in my backseat, then I dumped her on a dead-end street The other two? Yeah they still linger But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em so just pray I come home and when we hang up, get rid of your phone" Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin white, no sex And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu is the reason why the story is to be continued.. Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
.. My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*} To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes Who are you? [Lil' Shanice] Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me? [Lil' Kim] She called me by my government name, Kimberly Who sent you? [Lil' Shanice] My mom sent me; her name is Dottie She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie [Lil' Kim] Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match Bavari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose and I could see she was admiring my Minski suit Then she handed me the note [Lil' Shanice] Here - read this [Lil' Kim] I just stared her up and down cause I couldn't believe this - then I opened it It said, "Bitches is out to get you; your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz. I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends. They know where you live, so evacuate the crib. And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice. Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her. Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol - and tomorrow is her first ballet recital, and she would be more than happy if you could take her. Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later." Damn.. what went wrong? Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs? Bitches all up in my ass like a thong If this was a show, y'all hoes would get "gonged" Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on What the fuck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future to bring back your head like Medusa Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X) Girls be actin stink, and mad funny Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey" I know it hurts.. (I'm killin y'all) [Lil' Kim] Uhhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather It's snowin and I'm tryin to put the whole shit together How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me and dress like me, and look like me and Nicole, it's like she lived in my house Askin me for money, day in - day out And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha C'mon Shanice I'm takin you to my house in L. Conn. (I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine [Lil' Shanice] C'mon please, I wanna be just like you 600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies Crazy baguettes in my barettes; and, H-class rocks inside my baby G shop Fuck Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes! But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's Versace hottie in designer clothes Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus I'm the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E but all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee What what? I like the green, know what I mean? Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I come cleaner [Lil' Kim] You know what? I like you; little big person but rule number one - no cursin Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that, when I was your age I woulda got hung for that Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot so she could fill me in a little more about the plot Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two "Hello?" Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches buggin out; I mean, what's this all about? "See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy They don't want you to win no more Soul Train they don't want you to attend no more And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more The other day, when I was comin out the grocery store I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door" For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet Through her in my backseat, then I dumped her on a dead-end street The other two? Yeah they still linger But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em so just pray I come home and when we hang up, get rid of your phone" Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin white, no sex And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu is the reason why the story is to be continued.. Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] I gets right to the point -- no time to play around When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around Pay me on time or I gots to take mine At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that! We rollin in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash [Lil' Kim] To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass (I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash! And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave. Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress "Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is -- custom made Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid (The papers..) {*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*} Chorus 2X {*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*} |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] I gets right to the point -- no time to play around When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around Pay me on time or I gots to take mine At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that! We rollin in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash [Lil' Kim] To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass (I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash! And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave. Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress "Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is -- custom made Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid (The papers..) {*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*} Chorus 2X {*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*} |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
I gets right to the point -- no time to play around When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around Pay me on time or I gots to take mine At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that! We rollin in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash [Lil' Kim] To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass (I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash! And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave. Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress "Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is -- custom made Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid (The papers..) {*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*} Chorus 2X {*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*} |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Intro]
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo Can't fuck wit you Fo real They can't fuck wit you They can't fuck wit you What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas Where you at nigga C'mon nigga Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon [Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ] Yo Check em out Yo yo yo When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes Half is mine So you know it's half my time In the pen or the box Wit my man on the ox We gon do it like we did it on the block Let's roll Like wit 60's 30's 40 niggas wit me Rep ya hood Rep ya block Rep ya city This is me talkin, without the Remy in me I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis Yea niggas Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) (Lil' Cease) Do what you like (We don't give a fuck) Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga) And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world) Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like (You got a muthafuckin gun) Bust of the nine (All my niggas grab a bitch) And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world) Do what you like, do what you like [Verse 2 Lil' Cease] Ayo yo ayo This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it My 32 bullets got all ya names on it Hit em in the brain, niggas slain Layin dormant Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin No stage shows, so forget about tourin Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin My guns bust Niggas get wet when it's pourin Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse 3 Bristal ] Once again it's on The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A. Bitches feel us, we the realest My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for Send that ass slow like I ride a six four I'm what ya kids admire Don't wanna see retire Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir Got a new attitude for the Y2K Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away [Verse 4 Lil Kim] Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft You have any idea how many words I shook off I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club My whole crews in the club And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends Dancin all wild Bumpin you again and again Yea I know That some real punk shit Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit Bitches like that get stomped out You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out Lady what we fear nigga you like Give em a pussy invite It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight Chorus Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim) (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea muthafuckas All my niggas get high and fuck tonight It's our muthafuckin world (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea Big shout from the house Yea Queen Bee M.A.F.I.A. style B.I.G. Forever baby Brooklyn We gonna let ya'll know Do what you want Do what ya like nigga It's 2000 YaknowwhatI'msayin All hell to the Y2Kim baby GB It's yo turn All you hoes make a u-turn Aiight Represent niggas |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Intro] QB ya shit shit is crazy yo Can't fuck wit you Fo real They can't fuck wit you They can't fuck wit you What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas Where you at nigga C'mon nigga Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon [Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ] Yo Check em out Yo yo yo When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes Half is mine So you know it's half my time In the pen or the box Wit my man on the ox We gon do it like we did it on the block Let's roll Like wit 60's 30's 40 niggas wit me Rep ya hood Rep ya block Rep ya city This is me talkin, without the Remy in me I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis Yea niggas Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) (Lil' Cease) Do what you like (We don't give a fuck) Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga) And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world) Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like (You got a muthafuckin gun) Bust of the nine (All my niggas grab a bitch) And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world) Do what you like, do what you like [Verse 2 Lil' Cease] Ayo yo ayo This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it My 32 bullets got all ya names on it Hit em in the brain, niggas slain Layin dormant Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin No stage shows, so forget about tourin Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin My guns bust Niggas get wet when it's pourin Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse 3 Bristal ] Once again it's on The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A. Bitches feel us, we the realest My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for Send that ass slow like I ride a six four I'm what ya kids admire Don't wanna see retire Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir Got a new attitude for the Y2K Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away [Verse 4 Lil Kim] Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft You have any idea how many words I shook off I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club My whole crews in the club And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends Dancin all wild Bumpin you again and again Yea I know That some real punk shit Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit Bitches like that get stomped out You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out Lady what we fear nigga you like Give em a pussy invite It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight Chorus Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim) (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea muthafuckas All my niggas get high and fuck tonight It's our muthafuckin world (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea Big shout from the house Yea Queen Bee M.A.F.I.A. style B.I.G. Forever baby Brooklyn We gonna let ya'll know Do what you want Do what ya like nigga It's 2000 YaknowwhatI'msayin All hell to the Y2Kim baby GB It's yo turn All you hoes make a u-turn Aiight Represent niggas |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
See.. some niggaz don't know how to act.. so I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit and start burnin down niggaz cribs When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit even though I was a bitch playin hard to get Cause see I never felt this way in my life It didn't take long before you made me your wife Shoppin sprees and puttin money in my pockets Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets And my girls, knew you wasn't no good They told me bout them broads you was fuckin in the hood You said I was a diamond, and you was like a pearl So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl? Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings and "Heartbreaker" is the song I sing (c'mon, c'mon) Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker (Do you know, who I am?) Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Don't be messin with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (You don't wanna mess around) [Lil' Kim] Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin on Then one day you hid my birth control pills Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels When you got rich I helped you run your company for eleven years, and now you wanna dump me? And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you and then some bitch you was fuckin said she was havin one too? You wrong! Nigga dead wrong, you know the song "Don't know what you've got til it's gone" After the fight, the other night, and we both went to jail I burnt all your clothes up, I was "Waiting to Exhale" (That's right) Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (You don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker (I'm the Queen Bitch) Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Don't be messin with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Yeah, now hold that) [Lil' Kim] Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days Flirtin, not givin a fuck, what? Got you lookin in the mirror sayin, "Damn!" Sick thinkin bout the next man fuckin this tight pussy Niggaz want me, even though they got a honey If I'ma be number two, they givin me some hush money Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nuttin you can do I'm that Bitch, don't you ever forget Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit Now he cryin, he beggin, "Kim let me come back" Like Mark Morrison, "Return of the Mack" baby! Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (You don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Don't be messin with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Y'all niggaz don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Cause I'm not the one) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
See.. some niggaz don't know how to act.. so I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit and start burnin down niggaz cribs When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit even though I was a bitch playin hard to get Cause see I never felt this way in my life It didn't take long before you made me your wife Shoppin sprees and puttin money in my pockets Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets And my girls, knew you wasn't no good They told me bout them broads you was fuckin in the hood You said I was a diamond, and you was like a pearl So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl? Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings and "Heartbreaker" is the song I sing (c'mon, c'mon) Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker (Do you know, who I am?) Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Don't be messin with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (You don't wanna mess around) [Lil' Kim] Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin on Then one day you hid my birth control pills Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels When you got rich I helped you run your company for eleven years, and now you wanna dump me? And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you and then some bitch you was fuckin said she was havin one too? You wrong! Nigga dead wrong, you know the song "Don't know what you've got til it's gone" After the fight, the other night, and we both went to jail I burnt all your clothes up, I was "Waiting to Exhale" (That's right) Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (You don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker (I'm the Queen Bitch) Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Don't be messin with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Yeah, now hold that) [Lil' Kim] Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days Flirtin, not givin a fuck, what? Got you lookin in the mirror sayin, "Damn!" Sick thinkin bout the next man fuckin this tight pussy Niggaz want me, even though they got a honey If I'ma be number two, they givin me some hush money Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nuttin you can do I'm that Bitch, don't you ever forget Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit Now he cryin, he beggin, "Kim let me come back" Like Mark Morrison, "Return of the Mack" baby! Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker" Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (You don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Don't be messin with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Y'all niggaz don't wanna mess with me) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Cause I'm not the one) Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a Heartbreaker, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Kim - Verse One]
Oh how it hurts, like child birth The wounds heal slow, you just don't know At times, I don't know what to say And all I do is pray, day to day But still, I feel my strength might die Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry Even when I close my eyes, I still see it Damn, I just don't believe it The bad times I buried, like the cemetery Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath You killas, caused a lotta devastation You have no idea what you did to this nation I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just [Mary J. Blige - Chorus] Don't you give up, be strong Hold on, hold on Things are gonna get better Tough times, they last so long Hold on, hold on If you believe, they will get better [Kim - Verse Two] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name I been with my nigga before he came in the game No one's, no V's, we used to take the train Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties I guess back then we was real nobodies But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up But still got love for your kids Even wrote 鈥榚m in my will And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ' Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo Cuz trust me, I know it's sad but you got to... [Repeat Chorus] [Kim - Verse Three] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD My whole B.I. family, remind me of you We miss you so much, I love you so much Never thought life without you would be so rough But I know we gon make it We ain't happy, but we fakin' And to New York, thanks for the support And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land This is somethin' young kids just won't understand How they took away this beautiful man Who shared so many memories I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White [Repeat Chorus w/ ad-libs and Lil' Kim talking] |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Kim - Verse One]
Oh how it hurts, like child birth The wounds heal slow, you just don't know At times, I don't know what to say And all I do is pray, day to day But still, I feel my strength might die Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry Even when I close my eyes, I still see it Damn, I just don't believe it The bad times I buried, like the cemetery Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath You killas, caused a lotta devastation You have no idea what you did to this nation I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just [Mary J. Blige - Chorus] Don't you give up, be strong Hold on, hold on Things are gonna get better Tough times, they last so long Hold on, hold on If you believe, they will get better [Kim - Verse Two] Frank White, the man with the money and the fame Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name I been with my nigga before he came in the game No one's, no V's, we used to take the train Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties I guess back then we was real nobodies But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up But still got love for your kids Even wrote 鈥榚m in my will And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ' Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo Cuz trust me, I know it's sad but you got to... [Repeat Chorus] [Kim - Verse Three] So I guess you know the story of how it all ends Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD My whole B.I. family, remind me of you We miss you so much, I love you so much Never thought life without you would be so rough But I know we gon make it We ain't happy, but we fakin' And to New York, thanks for the support And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land This is somethin' young kids just won't understand How they took away this beautiful man Who shared so many memories I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White [Repeat Chorus w/ ad-libs and Lil' Kim talking] |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Sisqo] Hold up So what you're saying is, oh (Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim) You want to get freaky again, aright A-ooh-ah-ooh Oh, oh, oh, oh [Lil' Kim] I've been a lot of places Seen a lot of faces Ah hell I even fucked with different races A white dude his name was John He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm Dan my nigga from Down South Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh) And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh) That's what I liked about him He ate my pussy from dark till the morning And called his girl up and told her we was boning Puertorican papi, he used to be Deacon But now he be sucking me off on the weekend And this black dude I called King Kong He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue [Sisqo] How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (I've got to know) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) [Lil' Kim] This verse goes out to my niggas in jail Beating their dicks to the double X-L Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline rollsome weed with some tissue and close your eyes And imagine your tongue between my thighs *Moans Baby open up cell block eight Alright nigga that's enough Stop, look and listen Get back to your position Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard I'm hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster Eses, bloods, Crips, all the thugs up north in the hole They all wanna know [Sisqo] How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, ha) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, oh yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh, oh) [Lil' Kim] If you driving in the street hold on to your seat Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya (Shoom!) That's me the nightrider Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings Sitting pretty baby with a Cash Money bling 12 AM I'm on the way to club After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors High-class taste niggas got to spend paper Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over Like its rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial [Sisqo] How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, ha) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, oh yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Let me know, let me know) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Baby tell me) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Sisqo] Hold up So what you're saying is, oh (Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim) You want to get freaky again, aright A-ooh-ah-ooh Oh, oh, oh, oh [Lil' Kim] I've been a lot of places Seen a lot of faces Ah hell I even fucked with different races A white dude his name was John He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm Dan my nigga from Down South Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh) And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh) That's what I liked about him He ate my pussy from dark till the morning And called his girl up and told her we was boning Puertorican papi, he used to be Deacon But now he be sucking me off on the weekend And this black dude I called King Kong He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue [Sisqo] How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (I've got to know) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) [Lil' Kim] This verse goes out to my niggas in jail Beating their dicks to the double X-L Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline rollsome weed with some tissue and close your eyes And imagine your tongue between my thighs *Moans Baby open up cell block eight Alright nigga that's enough Stop, look and listen Get back to your position Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard I'm hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster Eses, bloods, Crips, all the thugs up north in the hole They all wanna know [Sisqo] How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, ha) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, oh yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh, oh) [Lil' Kim] If you driving in the street hold on to your seat Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya (Shoom!) That's me the nightrider Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings Sitting pretty baby with a Cash Money bling 12 AM I'm on the way to club After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors High-class taste niggas got to spend paper Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over Like its rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial [Sisqo] How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, ha) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me, oh yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Tell me) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Let me know, let me know) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Yeah) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Baby tell me) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the? (Oh, oh, oh) How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Ha! Ha!
A queen is not a queen Because she is felt But a queen is a queen Because failure has not stopped her Take it from me The queen of all queens- WOMAN! Are taking over for the new millennium Oww! What the hell do you want from me? I'm just trying to be all that I can be I'm a goddamn legacy Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy The first lady runs the world now The impeached the president from his residence No one drops bombs till I say so One-two, one-two-three GO! 1 - I'm human, you're human So they said but inside we're all animals I'm human, you're human So they said but inside we're all animals How dare you acuse me and my family of fucking clones! LEAVE US ALONE! Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike You make us wanna scream, know what I mean Yeah, yeah I know y'all rather see us dead No more platinum plaques certified lead We got to many chips for y'all Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all Take a breath, inhale, exhale till there's no more left In the name of the father, son, and daughter Here comes the new world order You can't stop it Mother Earth this my universe When worse comes to worse (Uh-huh) I call the shots (Uh-huh) Stack all the lots (Uh-huh) Pack all the glocks Take the safety off lock FIRE! Repeat 1 La, la, la Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby HMM Take it out let me sit on it If you can't make it wet just spit on it Ah don't stop till it rise to the top Promise you won't drop till the cherry go *POP* And if it doesn't fit then use your lips Oh here it comes, what's my name? QUEEN BITCH Repeat 1 La, la, la, la Repeat 1 till end |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Ha! Ha!
A queen is not a queen Because she is felt But a queen is a queen Because failure has not stopped her Take it from me The queen of all queens- WOMAN! Are taking over for the new millennium Oww! What the hell do you want from me? I'm just trying to be all that I can be I'm a goddamn legacy Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy The first lady runs the world now The impeached the president from his residence No one drops bombs till I say so One-two, one-two-three GO! 1 - I'm human, you're human So they said but inside we're all animals I'm human, you're human So they said but inside we're all animals How dare you acuse me and my family of fucking clones! LEAVE US ALONE! Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike You make us wanna scream, know what I mean Yeah, yeah I know y'all rather see us dead No more platinum plaques certified lead We got to many chips for y'all Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all Take a breath, inhale, exhale till there's no more left In the name of the father, son, and daughter Here comes the new world order You can't stop it Mother Earth this my universe When worse comes to worse (Uh-huh) I call the shots (Uh-huh) Stack all the lots (Uh-huh) Pack all the glocks Take the safety off lock FIRE! Repeat 1 La, la, la Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby HMM Take it out let me sit on it If you can't make it wet just spit on it Ah don't stop till it rise to the top Promise you won't drop till the cherry go *POP* And if it doesn't fit then use your lips Oh here it comes, what's my name? QUEEN BITCH Repeat 1 La, la, la, la Repeat 1 till end |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Bailiff]
Will the court please rise? Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing [Prosecutor] Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty For the vicious acts She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law [Lil' Kim] Pardon me your honor May I address the bench? They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt * Coughs Excuse my persona I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer Ever since I killed 慹m I ain't been in trouble since It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense He killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom (Stop!) I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top (Oh she's lying!) Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor Fingerprints all on the door Need I say more? Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow Ploom! Queen off her toes They fell down like dominoes I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix What was I do? Sit back and just take this? Yo I tell you now If I lose this debate Like in Dead Presidents I'm going out like Lorenz Tate See I ain't gon be stupid I'm gon take all y'all to the shift I should be able to say what I want What the fuck I plead the fifth (Now Kim, Kim) Fuck that Cee-lo I got to save the world The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl [Cee-lo] Uh with all due respect your honor Excuse my client's temperament Who has had social intelligence? With so much innocence we have to implement She was slightly out of place But if you grant us a grain of your grace I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose Your children, your lovely wife I mean look at her The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter [Kim] Lord I cry, I cry From the things that I've seen That I've seen And Lord I cry, I cry From the things I've seen, ooh If you only knew the things I've been through Oh yeah You'd know why You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry [Redman] Order! Order! Order! Order! Order! Order! Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder (He was in on it too!) Yeah (I should've known) Yeah (Objection your honor) Yo objection overruled I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move So they took precautions Grenades from all force and Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck Shot back other bitches would've folded up Now that's my kind of bitch I know I'm the judge But I love that bitch And I'm coming with her Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial Look it's a setup Yo Kim come on (I'm right behind you baby) Yo Kim come on (I'm right here with you man) [Kim] Lord I cry, I cry From the things that I've seen That I've seen... |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Bailiff] Will the court please rise? Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing [Prosecutor] Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty For the vicious acts She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law [Lil' Kim] Pardon me your honor May I address the bench? They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt * Coughs Excuse my persona I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer Ever since I killed 慹m I ain't been in trouble since It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense He killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom (Stop!) I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top (Oh she's lying!) Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor Fingerprints all on the door Need I say more? Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow Ploom! Queen off her toes They fell down like dominoes I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix What was I do? Sit back and just take this? Yo I tell you now If I lose this debate Like in Dead Presidents I'm going out like Lorenz Tate See I ain't gon be stupid I'm gon take all y'all to the shift I should be able to say what I want What the fuck I plead the fifth (Now Kim, Kim) Fuck that Cee-lo I got to save the world The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl [Cee-lo] Uh with all due respect your honor Excuse my client's temperament Who has had social intelligence? With so much innocence we have to implement She was slightly out of place But if you grant us a grain of your grace I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose Your children, your lovely wife I mean look at her The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter [Kim] Lord I cry, I cry From the things that I've seen That I've seen And Lord I cry, I cry From the things I've seen, ooh If you only knew the things I've been through Oh yeah You'd know why You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry [Redman] Order! Order! Order! Order! Order! Order! Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder (He was in on it too!) Yeah (I should've known) Yeah (Objection your honor) Yo objection overruled I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move So they took precautions Grenades from all force and Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck Shot back other bitches would've folded up Now that's my kind of bitch I know I'm the judge But I love that bitch And I'm coming with her Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial Look it's a setup Yo Kim come on (I'm right behind you baby) Yo Kim come on (I'm right here with you man) [Kim] Lord I cry, I cry From the things that I've seen That I've seen... |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
1 - No matter what people say
We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red carpet Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX Ain't shit you can tell us Even got some of these niggas jealous But tonight it's not about the fellas With garden perfume from a mile ya smell us Model agencies say it's easy to sell us We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mil, uh Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice We fly like kites never gettin' into fights I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew [Lil' Caesar] Yo I'm saying Q.B. Look at them and look at you [Lil' Kim] TRUE! If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze Every other week a different a dude and other crews I make offers nobody can refuse You might even see me on the channel nine news I get paid just for laying in the shade To take pictures with a glass of lemonade My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade (Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade) Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg Y'all niggas played like a high top fade Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it I rock Versacee and y'all know I ain't paid for it My fam deep with security in the jeep When the Queen come in town everything shut down Repeat 1 [Puffy] Breakdown, uh Let's dance come on Let's dance come on I see you let's go Yeah Queen Bee do it like this [Lil' Kim] I'm the Hines, your highest type numero uno Not a Puertorican but I speak so what'chu know *This is how it should be done The hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip Hip a hop and ya don't stop We rockin' to the bang-bang boogie To up jump the boogie To the boogie to the boogety beat Now what you hear is not a fake It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right) Now I know y'all heard other females rap But they ain't got nothing on me Cause y'all take to my rap Cause my rap's the best A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothing less (Nothing less) So to y'all haters I paid y'all no mind In fact I'mma give it to y'all one more time [Puffy] Uh yeah, what? Come on, bounce, what? Repeat 1 fade out |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
1 - No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red carpet Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX Ain't shit you can tell us Even got some of these niggas jealous But tonight it's not about the fellas With garden perfume from a mile ya smell us Model agencies say it's easy to sell us We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mil, uh Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice We fly like kites never gettin' into fights I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew [Lil' Caesar] Yo I'm saying Q.B. Look at them and look at you [Lil' Kim] TRUE! If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze Every other week a different a dude and other crews I make offers nobody can refuse You might even see me on the channel nine news I get paid just for laying in the shade To take pictures with a glass of lemonade My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade (Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade) Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg Y'all niggas played like a high top fade Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it I rock Versacee and y'all know I ain't paid for it My fam deep with security in the jeep When the Queen come in town everything shut down Repeat 1 [Puffy] Breakdown, uh Let's dance come on Let's dance come on I see you let's go Yeah Queen Bee do it like this [Lil' Kim] I'm the Hines, your highest type numero uno Not a Puertorican but I speak so what'chu know *This is how it should be done The hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip Hip a hop and ya don't stop We rockin' to the bang-bang boogie To up jump the boogie To the boogie to the boogety beat Now what you hear is not a fake It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right) Now I know y'all heard other females rap But they ain't got nothing on me Cause y'all take to my rap Cause my rap's the best A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothing less (Nothing less) So to y'all haters I paid y'all no mind In fact I'mma give it to y'all one more time [Puffy] Uh yeah, what? Come on, bounce, what? Repeat 1 fade out |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] (Notorious B.I.G.)
What? Here's another one What? (Uh-huh uh) What? Uh! Here's another one (Uh-huh) Uh! Uh! Live from NYC it's Q.B. The heavy weight champ female emcee Girls say they different but uh see In all actuality they wanna be me This chick running around with this stink ass gap And them fake ass raps having panic attacks You ain't a star And your record company know that How you make all this money you just fart and blow it? I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you I'm getting money now Them bitches in the hood they can have you Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen Better be careful what you say to me That same shit you shit I'mma make you sniff [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh, uh Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme You ain't a murderer Nigga please come off that I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga You dumb ass nigga Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float We gangsters Real gangsters b Gun in the greenroom up at BET We gangsters Real gangsters nigga Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter We gangsters We gangsters bitch Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh The moral of the story is this You ain't queen bitch And you ain't BIG dick Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss Well shit I'mma break it down like this Lot of rappers in this game That's cool but uh Only one of us could rule You see its sort of like being in school I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes You know bitch I'm worldwide Can't you see? Open your eyes I got you by a landslide Y'all mad cause niggas love my style Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie All my real g's do the gangsta boogie [Notorious B.I.G.] (Kim) It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] (Notorious B.I.G.) What? Here's another one What? (Uh-huh uh) What? Uh! Here's another one (Uh-huh) Uh! Uh! Live from NYC it's Q.B. The heavy weight champ female emcee Girls say they different but uh see In all actuality they wanna be me This chick running around with this stink ass gap And them fake ass raps having panic attacks You ain't a star And your record company know that How you make all this money you just fart and blow it? I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you I'm getting money now Them bitches in the hood they can have you Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen Better be careful what you say to me That same shit you shit I'mma make you sniff [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh, uh Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme You ain't a murderer Nigga please come off that I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga You dumb ass nigga Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float We gangsters Real gangsters b Gun in the greenroom up at BET We gangsters Real gangsters nigga Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter We gangsters We gangsters bitch Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh The moral of the story is this You ain't queen bitch And you ain't BIG dick Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss Well shit I'mma break it down like this Lot of rappers in this game That's cool but uh Only one of us could rule You see its sort of like being in school I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes You know bitch I'm worldwide Can't you see? Open your eyes I got you by a landslide Y'all mad cause niggas love my style Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie All my real g's do the gangsta boogie [Notorious B.I.G.] (Kim) It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Puffy] (Kim) Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby (Uh, uh, uh) Let's go! [Lil' Kim] Ah! Ready or not here I come I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai Win more skins than a crack without dunja Tasty like a sundae (Take that!) (Mmm-da-da) Eat it like a Kit Kat Forge a climax, replay back Lil' Kim records hit the streets DJ's wanna spend that back like Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team While most of y'all broads is just drag queens It's gonna take years before you match our cream And only in your dreams can you see what we see [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do It's the years 2G, things about to change Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane Your girl is lame, huh what? Want a bitch like me what, huh? If it's diamonds you want Baby I got 'em Money in a briefcase Who needs a wallet? Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day A house by the bay so what do you say? Me and you, nigga like running away The game is strip poker, is you ready to play? Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay Put your money and your jewels up one at time And if you lose this game all this shit is mine What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings Royal flush,Ace,ten,jack,king and queen I win give it up! [Lil' Cease] Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do When it comes to sex call me Dr. Ruth I ain't a prostitute I just speak the truth Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle Niggas mention me for a sexual reference Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference A bitch like me gives it on the first date Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait! Cause uh y'all know how I get down (How you get down?) Niggas from the East know how I get down (That's right!) Cats from the West know how I get down (West Side!) From the North to South say Kim you get down! [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do [Puff Daddy] Queen Bee, 2000 Get your backs up off the wall Dance come on Dance come on yeah Dance come on Notorious K.I.M. J.M. come on B.I.G. come on forever come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) I see you come on yeah Come on |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Puffy] (Kim) Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby (Uh, uh, uh) Let's go! [Lil' Kim] Ah! Ready or not here I come I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai Win more skins than a crack without dunja Tasty like a sundae (Take that!) (Mmm-da-da) Eat it like a Kit Kat Forge a climax, replay back Lil' Kim records hit the streets DJ's wanna spend that back like Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team While most of y'all broads is just drag queens It's gonna take years before you match our cream And only in your dreams can you see what we see [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do It's the years 2G, things about to change Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane Your girl is lame, huh what? Want a bitch like me what, huh? If it's diamonds you want Baby I got 'em Money in a briefcase Who needs a wallet? Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day A house by the bay so what do you say? Me and you, nigga like running away The game is strip poker, is you ready to play? Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay Put your money and your jewels up one at time And if you lose this game all this shit is mine What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings Royal flush,Ace,ten,jack,king and queen I win give it up! [Lil' Cease] Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do When it comes to sex call me Dr. Ruth I ain't a prostitute I just speak the truth Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle Niggas mention me for a sexual reference Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference A bitch like me gives it on the first date Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait! Cause uh y'all know how I get down (How you get down?) Niggas from the East know how I get down (That's right!) Cats from the West know how I get down (West Side!) From the North to South say Kim you get down! [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do [Puff Daddy] Queen Bee, 2000 Get your backs up off the wall Dance come on Dance come on yeah Dance come on Notorious K.I.M. J.M. come on B.I.G. come on forever come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) I see you come on yeah Come on |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Beotch! Come on, yeah Uh, uh He-he y'all ain't ready Come on now, turn me up a little bit Every thing you heard Yo that's my word You play the herd And repeat every word It get on your nerves To see how we swerve Watches that shine Dimes with his and her furs Straight from the curb To the suburb In the black suburb Plucking birds, getting served Y'all ain't never learned How this world turn Thought it was over, huh Now we returned! To whom it may concern When you're hot you burn Maybe it wasn't meant to be Or it just ain't your turn The rules also stern Nigga get what you earn And we still move in silence Nigga ya heard? [Lil' Kim] Y'all know who y'all are Wanna battle? Better call an end to all that shit You legit? Spit a bar What? See I won the show Got the illest flow Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes It's the original And everybody know I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo I'm undroppable, untoppable You can't hold me down Don't you know I'm unstoppable Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh Too many bitches just be licking the dick and And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw Oh something missing The shower pissing All up in your mouth What? You think I'm kidding? Cause everything we do (That's right) We got a right to (Come on) You criticize me we despise you If what they say is true We the baddest crew I'm far from broke So why should I be mad at you? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (Beotch!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (Beotch!) [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) You must be out your mind Or you must be high Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty No where near shy see I make you cry The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby (Oh yeah and by the way) (You got one more day) (All you got to pay boo you got something to say) Yeah bring it on bitch You ain't strong bitch Thought you'd be around long Wrong bitch Got nothing but love (But when push comes to shove) We turn to thugs (And we put on them gloves) Commence to licking slugs You ain't giving up More bags zipping up Fake thug, nigga what? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh (All hail the king and queen) Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's (2000 baby, Bad Boy) You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) (Rock on and on and on) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Yeah, uh Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Beotch! Come on, yeah Uh, uh He-he y'all ain't ready Come on now, turn me up a little bit Every thing you heard Yo that's my word You play the herd And repeat every word It get on your nerves To see how we swerve Watches that shine Dimes with his and her furs Straight from the curb To the suburb In the black suburb Plucking birds, getting served Y'all ain't never learned How this world turn Thought it was over, huh Now we returned! To whom it may concern When you're hot you burn Maybe it wasn't meant to be Or it just ain't your turn The rules also stern Nigga get what you earn And we still move in silence Nigga ya heard? [Lil' Kim] Y'all know who y'all are Wanna battle? Better call an end to all that shit You legit? Spit a bar What? See I won the show Got the illest flow Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes It's the original And everybody know I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo I'm undroppable, untoppable You can't hold me down Don't you know I'm unstoppable Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh Too many bitches just be licking the dick and And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw Oh something missing The shower pissing All up in your mouth What? You think I'm kidding? Cause everything we do (That's right) We got a right to (Come on) You criticize me we despise you If what they say is true We the baddest crew I'm far from broke So why should I be mad at you? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (Beotch!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (Beotch!) [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) You must be out your mind Or you must be high Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty No where near shy see I make you cry The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby (Oh yeah and by the way) (You got one more day) (All you got to pay boo you got something to say) Yeah bring it on bitch You ain't strong bitch Thought you'd be around long Wrong bitch Got nothing but love (But when push comes to shove) We turn to thugs (And we put on them gloves) Commence to licking slugs You ain't giving up More bags zipping up Fake thug, nigga what? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh (All hail the king and queen) Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's (2000 baby, Bad Boy) You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) (Rock on and on and on) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
S-W nine millimeter, check Long-nose double barreled rifle, check Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check Alright Puff, I'm ready to go Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster (Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana Here take it - in case I don't make it cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA Chorus: Grace Jones Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole.. Lose control.. got nowhere to go.. [Lil' Kim] I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple [Lil' Cease] A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave They at this resteraunt that serve African food where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana Half-African but she looked like Madonna Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep and she the one who told me where these cats is at I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon! Chorus [Lil' Kim] Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby) The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches (Hey baby let me holla at you for a second) I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz" And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies Them niggaz just bitches like ?? Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles Cut his head off, masochist style Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then My trigger finger started itchin Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen and next I get to missin Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over Holes is in his body the size of cup holders One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty (Here, I only got one shot left!) But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death but he was helpless, this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] S-W nine millimeter, check Long-nose double barreled rifle, check Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check Alright Puff, I'm ready to go Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster (Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana Here take it - in case I don't make it cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA Chorus: Grace Jones Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole.. Lose control.. got nowhere to go.. [Lil' Kim] I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple [Lil' Cease] A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave They at this resteraunt that serve African food where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana Half-African but she looked like Madonna Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep and she the one who told me where these cats is at I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon! Chorus [Lil' Kim] Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby) The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches (Hey baby let me holla at you for a second) I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz" And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies Them niggaz just bitches like ?? Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles Cut his head off, masochist style Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then My trigger finger started itchin Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen and next I get to missin Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over Holes is in his body the size of cup holders One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty (Here, I only got one shot left!) But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death but he was helpless, this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
I need you, got to have you
Yeah whatever I was sitting at the bar When this real horny guy came over (Hi how are you doing? How are you?) He said won't you let me take you On a ride in my Range Rover I said you can't be serious My Bentley's right outside Plus your breath smells like shit anyway 1 - Oh I need you, oh Gotta have you, oh Just wanna touch you, oh I need your love, yeah Right now Everybody's on the dance floor And this fool is still behind me I am dipping through the crowd now Hoping that he doesn't find me He said baby where you going? (Lil' Kim I love you) Then he grabbed me by the hand And dipped my body to the ground And said Repeat 1 Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut See the party don't stop till the casket drop Like a six double O with the plastic drop Damn is that all you got Hmm baby give it one more shot Got a body like what-what Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt Like it when you sing that song, oh I know you wanna see my thong Repeat 1 Right now, right now I need your love baby I need your love baby |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
I need you, got to have you Yeah whatever I was sitting at the bar When this real horny guy came over (Hi how are you doing? How are you?) He said won't you let me take you On a ride in my Range Rover I said you can't be serious My Bentley's right outside Plus your breath smells like shit anyway 1 - Oh I need you, oh Gotta have you, oh Just wanna touch you, oh I need your love, yeah Right now Everybody's on the dance floor And this fool is still behind me I am dipping through the crowd now Hoping that he doesn't find me He said baby where you going? (Lil' Kim I love you) Then he grabbed me by the hand And dipped my body to the ground And said Repeat 1 Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut See the party don't stop till the casket drop Like a six double O with the plastic drop Damn is that all you got Hmm baby give it one more shot Got a body like what-what Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt Like it when you sing that song, oh I know you wanna see my thong Repeat 1 Right now, right now I need your love baby I need your love baby |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Kim]
Does she do it like me? Does she work that body? Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie Do she handle it like she got a deep throat? I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke Does she like to have sex high off the X? Try it with me and tell me who's the best Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat? Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep? 1 - Bet you she don't fuck you Like you know I fuck you And I bet you she will never do, oh All the things I'll do for you Is she drop-dead fine? Does she like it from behind? Is she fly? Do she got a style like mine? Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it? Tell you how you feel when you inside it You love me, and I know she know Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go" Girls know not to leave they man around me I get my hands on 'em THEY PUTTIN' WEDDIN' BANDS ON ME Repeat 1 I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher Did she tell you that? The bitch is a liar People spend doe to see me spit fire And niggas give they life to be with me for one night I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see I bet you she don't even know how to kiss And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this Repeat 1 Repeat 1 And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you No, baby Repeat 1 to fade |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Kim]
Does she do it like me? Does she work that body? Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie Do she handle it like she got a deep throat? I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke Does she like to have sex high off the X? Try it with me and tell me who's the best Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat? Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep? 1 - Bet you she don't fuck you Like you know I fuck you And I bet you she will never do, oh All the things I'll do for you Is she drop-dead fine? Does she like it from behind? Is she fly? Do she got a style like mine? Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it? Tell you how you feel when you inside it You love me, and I know she know Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go" Girls know not to leave they man around me I get my hands on 'em THEY PUTTIN' WEDDIN' BANDS ON ME Repeat 1 I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher Did she tell you that? The bitch is a liar People spend doe to see me spit fire And niggas give they life to be with me for one night I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see I bet you she don't even know how to kiss And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this Repeat 1 Repeat 1 And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you No, baby Repeat 1 to fade |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop B.I.G., rock-rock on Uh huh, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop Queen Bee, rock-rock on [Lil' Kim] Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that She wack, but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks Your career is on the rocks again Yeah, I'm back on top, what? You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com Read the 27th Psalm, sing along The Lord is the light of my salvation Thou shall fear when He calls So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!) Still that's not all, bitches have the goal To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Lil' Kim] Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see ya'll! Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings Once, got to switch my pitch up Pin-stripped suits BaGari specs Black pearls around the neck Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble You can never be me, you can only resemble Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Mario] Stop wastin' all of your time Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin' Don't know that she's the Queen Why can't you see? Ya'll should just believe Everyone's trying to tell you [Lil' Kim] If I talk freaky - then that's my business If I dress freaky - then that's my business Got hoes praticin' how to spit like this Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me In five years, you'll be as nice as me But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready I'm a single black female and this goes out to heady [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop B.I.G., rock-rock on Uh huh, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop Queen Bee, rock-rock on [Lil' Kim] Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that She wack, but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks Your career is on the rocks again Yeah, I'm back on top, what? You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com Read the 27th Psalm, sing along The Lord is the light of my salvation Thou shall fear when He calls So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!) Still that's not all, bitches have the goal To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Lil' Kim] Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see ya'll! Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings Once, got to switch my pitch up Pin-stripped suits BaGari specs Black pearls around the neck Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble You can never be me, you can only resemble Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Mario] Stop wastin' all of your time Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin' Don't know that she's the Queen Why can't you see? Ya'll should just believe Everyone's trying to tell you [Lil' Kim] If I talk freaky - then that's my business If I dress freaky - then that's my business Got hoes praticin' how to spit like this Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me In five years, you'll be as nice as me But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready I'm a single black female and this goes out to heady [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh [Lil Kim:] To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes Boosters sellin' clothes And all my ghetto bitches in the projects Coming through like bulldozers No, we ain't sober Bum bitches know better than to start shit Niggas love a hard bitch One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar Kidnap the senator Make him call his wife and say he never coming home Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits *laughs (ha,ha,ha) What? I'm loving this shit Queen Bitch! What bitch you know can thug it like this? Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back With no strings attached Yeah nigga, picture that! I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us No Doubt! Ay yo, yo Come here so I can bust in ya mouth 1 - [Lil' Kim](Mr. Bristal) (Ay yo, come on here bitch) Nigga FUCK YOU (No, FUCK YOU BITCH) Who you talking to? (Why you actin' like a BITCH?) Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] No, no, no, no All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!) Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y. The BX, the chron-chron And the list goes on and on (On and on and on) Like Erykah Badu Once he drink the Remi down Ooh I got this nigga now He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind like niggas be doin' Yeah baby, I love you long time Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya I might not even fuck ya Just lay me on this bed and give me some head Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy Been doin' this for years, no need to practice Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this Niggas know he gave me all his cake I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] I'ma keep it real For the doe I might kill I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance Cum all on his pants I met him at the studio He showed up with his homeboy named Julio I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?' Hope you know you paying extra for this fuckin' third eye Something about him, I knew he was a phony Put the burner in his mouth 'Fool, Give me my money!' He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick All they can do for me is suck my clit I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none! Repeat 1 fade out |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat) Ladies and gentleman without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch [Lil' Kim] Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your concern Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms If you only knew like Aaliyah How your man be hawking me and stalking me When he fucking you he see me Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey Easy, believe me, my words is credible Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die 1 - [Lil' Kim] I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one) Cause you can't win (You can't win) Repeat 1 Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane I moved on to bigger and better things Y'all still making minimum wage First on stage, like the ever I graze Leave you amazed And keep the fifth by the rib cage All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes You's a gangster, prove it Wanna shoot me, do it That's word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that ass on fire That's how you work with barbed wire Carve my name in your face Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme Cocoa butter crème That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory I mean practically, the shit is whack for me Mama bear, finally out of hibernating Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two Nothing left to do Move it in there, cathedral ceilings Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings P Diddy introduced me to the business side Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels Still on tricycles, riding bicycles Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts On the countdown, don't make me laugh Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff They say we twins then I'm the better half I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern This court is adjourned And now it's your turn bitch Repeat 1 (2x) [Puff Daddy] Can you feel me? I just wanna know if y'all can feel me I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there It's not a game, we're back And this time we're not going anywhere Number one, that's my bitch Recognize! Ya feel me? Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Puff Daddy] Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat) Ladies and gentleman without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch [Lil' Kim] Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your concern Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms If you only knew like Aaliyah How your man be hawking me and stalking me When he fucking you he see me Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey Easy, believe me, my words is credible Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die 1 - [Lil' Kim] I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one) Cause you can't win (You can't win) Repeat 1 Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane I moved on to bigger and better things Y'all still making minimum wage First on stage, like the ever I graze Leave you amazed And keep the fifth by the rib cage All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes You's a gangster, prove it Wanna shoot me, do it That's word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that ass on fire That's how you work with barbed wire Carve my name in your face Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme Cocoa butter crème That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory I mean practically, the shit is whack for me Mama bear, finally out of hibernating Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two Nothing left to do Move it in there, cathedral ceilings Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings P Diddy introduced me to the business side Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels Still on tricycles, riding bicycles Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts On the countdown, don't make me laugh Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff They say we twins then I'm the better half I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern This court is adjourned And now it's your turn bitch Repeat 1 (2x) [Puff Daddy] Can you feel me? I just wanna know if y'all can feel me I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there It's not a game, we're back And this time we're not going anywhere Number one, that's my bitch Recognize! Ya feel me? Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
Yeah How many hitters can stand the rain (Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now) This is only a test La la la la la (What We told you it was commin) La la la La la la la la (We in front of the scenes and in back of the scenes so what you gon do now) La la la [Lil' Kim] Bitches wanna front on me But know not to come to me I keep ten glocks Ten rotts up in front of me (grr) Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin) Like they sayin sumin (Sayin sumin) I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin (What) My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow Thanks to Taebo I'm thirty two and O When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out Two for five spots I tear the rocks out Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here) Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin assholes) My revolver is a quick problem solver Don't never think I'm slippin (Why) Bitch I ain't dumb I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun Hatin ass niggas I treat you like a bitch Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit I got warriors that's three time felons Leave ya body swellin Leakin from ya melon And it ain't no tellin when the bodies start smellin Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly The guns and thing you sing about bring em out Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought I'm a millionaire I ain't rhymin for the cash I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass [Banger] All ya'll niggas is narrow straight parrel Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel (Swallow it) Criminal I ain't tryna battle (Neva dat) on a ground or gravel Through four make the hollows travel [Bristal] I got Montana nines more tangled lines Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine Can't jack mine I'm one of a kind [Banger] Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro You sleep with your eyes close Might as well be blind fold See how much my nine hold blast my one Dos tres to the cuatro cinco Reload bitch [Bristal] How you want it Head or gut You soft like baby butt (I like that) When these Brooklyn niggas come threw Their jewels they tuck For what Intimidated how we hop out the truck Or the S type Jag Y'all niggas straight fag [Chorus: Lil' Cease] This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit Ridin round town with gun in masses Copped out the ten years but only had six All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch [Lil' Kim] This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit Settin niggas up for all they stashes Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses Nasty hoes who take it in they asses [Lil' Cease] I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum I'm far from a lame you will never see me run You know how we do it beef jump into it M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron Nine millimeter team Mack 11 mobs men Who said we ain't rich Kim's bling cost a fortune Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe Where you start is where you finish at Show y'all the meanin of fam Remember dat [Chorus: Lil' Cease] This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit Ridin round town with gun in masses Copped out the ten years but only had six All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch [Lil' Kim] This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit Settin niggas up for all they stashes Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses Nasty hoes who take it in they asses |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-18
Subject : Lil Kim - La Bella Mafia (Atlantic,2003)
