Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)

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RELEASE DATE:	2003-03-04
DURATION:	65:40
# OF TRACKS:	16
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합 이스트 코스트 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	1569

TRACKS

Disc 1

1:25

featuring Havoc

5:26

(Havoc)
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About a gangsta ass bitch, y'all know so well
It started way back, in history
With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G.

(Hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

(Lil' Kim)
Now here's a little story I gots to tell
'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel
Taught you how to get money and pop Cristal
Even gave y'all tips on ridin' cock as well
The Beehive, sticker say "better beware"
If it's buzzin' in the spot
You know my boys is here (bzzzzz)
If we in the parkin' lot, you know the toys is there
Pushin' drop G-Wagons, two doors, ya hear?
Hold it now, the Queen's sittin in the chair
Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair?
Will the real Kim stand up?
It's frauds in here
I'm bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year
(Lights out!)

(Chorus 2x)
When we come to the clubs they be like
(Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs they be like
(Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin right
(Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHH!

(Lil' Kim)
Now all my all my all my bitches rub ya titties
(If ya love Biggie)
And all my niggaz grab ya dicks
If you feelin' the bitch
I'm in the middle of the dancefloor (go Kim, go Kim)
Killin' the shit
With the Belve', tryin' not to spill any shit
You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
You a, sensitive thug, let me give you a hug
Y'all thirsty ass niggas take this bottle of bub
I'm the, First Lady, so I can't lose
Because of me y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes
Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide
Now hold that, yo Havoc, let the beat ride

(Chorus)

(Lil' Kim)
And since Frank White taught me how to play the game
La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign
They pump my album in the street like they pump the 'caine
I'm like bleach
Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain
I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein
I might give a little head to
(Hold it, hold it now)
All we ask is y'all show respect
'Cause we don't want talk, big homey
Just cut the check
Now I'm sittin' outside in my six-point-six
Just signed a lil' deal bout six-point-six
Used to transport bricks and make six-point-six
If you look in my garage I got six joints

(Chorus)

Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

{*"hold it now" and ad libs continue to the end of the beat*}

(Havoc)
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About a gangsta ass bitch, y'all know so well
It started way back, in history
With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G.

(Hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold, hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

(Lil' Kim)
Now here's a little story I gots to tell
'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel
Taught you how to get money and pop Cristal
Even gave y'all tips on ridin' cock as well
The Beehive, sticker say "better beware"
If it's buzzin' in the spot 
You know my boys is here (bzzzzz)
If we in the parkin' lot, you know the toys is there
Pushin' drop G-Wagons, two doors, ya hear?
Hold it now, the Queen's sittin in the chair
Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair?
Will the real Kim stand up? 
It's frauds in here
I'm bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year
(Lights out!)

(Chorus 2x)
When we come to the clubs they be like 
(Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs they be like 
(Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin right 
(Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHH!

(Lil' Kim)
Now all my all my all my bitches rub ya titties 
(If ya love Biggie)
And all my niggaz grab ya dicks 
If you feelin' the bitch
I'm in the middle of the dancefloor (go Kim, go Kim)
Killin' the shit
With the Belve', tryin' not to spill any shit
You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
You a, sensitive thug, let me give you a hug
Y'all thirsty ass niggas take this bottle of bub
I'm the, First Lady, so I can't lose
Because of me y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes
Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide
Now hold that, yo Havoc, let the beat ride

(Chorus)

(Lil' Kim)
And since Frank White taught me how to play the game
La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign
They pump my album in the street like they pump the 'caine
I'm like bleach 
Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain
I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein
I might give a little head to 
(Hold it, hold it now)
All we ask is y'all show respect
'Cause we don't want talk, big homey
Just cut the check
Now I'm sittin' outside in my six-point-six
Just signed a lil' deal bout six-point-six
Used to transport bricks and make six-point-six
If you look in my garage I got six joints

(Chorus)

Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

{*"hold it now" and ad libs continue to the end of the beat*}

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Doing It Way Big

Lil' Kim

4:00

C'mon dice
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mekenos, Greece
just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
This is for my millionaire glub golfers
Comin up like Halle and Denzel,
winnin the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob,
I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out
the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggaz 'cross the face
with a Centurion Card
who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
In the Contintental T, magnolia B
.. (man, she doin it way big)
I'm comin through Hummer stuntin,
and I'm frontin
Workin that LaBurke and, Ermez bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
(one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
Eight Alpine speakers,
custom made H-R-E rims
(uh-huh, doin it way big)
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of rubbergut faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop, 30 or more in Christian D'or
They gotta, close the store
and let me shop some more
We go to, Broadway plays in
six white Rolls Royces
(now that's what you call doin it way big)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
(one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
As long as I'm here,
I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be doin (way big)
We greet our guests at the door
with champagne and cigars that read
(doin it way big)
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel,
my bedroom Louis Vuitton
And office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in,
without a QUeen Bee members only jacket
that reads (doin it way big)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
(one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
C'mon dice
(one more time now)
C'mon dice
[Kim] And the best rapper's still B.I.G.

C'mon dice
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mekenos, Greece
just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
This is for my millionaire glub golfers
Comin up like Halle and Denzel, 
winnin the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob,
 I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out 
the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggaz 'cross the face 
with a Centurion Card
who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
In the Contintental T, magnolia B
.. (man, she doin it way big)
I'm comin through Hummer stuntin,
 and I'm frontin
Workin that LaBurke and, Ermez bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. 
(one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
Eight Alpine speakers, 
custom made H-R-E rims
(uh-huh, doin it way big)
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of rubbergut faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop, 30 or more in Christian D'or
They gotta, close the store 
and let me shop some more
We go to, Broadway plays in 
six white Rolls Royces
(now that's what you call doin it way big)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. 
(one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
As long as I'm here, 
I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be doin (way big)
We greet our guests at the door
with champagne and cigars that read 
(doin it way big)
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel,
 my bedroom Louis Vuitton
And office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in, 
without a QUeen Bee members only jacket
that reads (doin it way big)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. 
(one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.
 C'mon dice
(one more time now)
 C'mon dice
[Kim] And the best rapper's still B.I.G.

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Can't F**K With Queen Bee

featuring Full Force,Governor,Shelene Thomas

4:59

0:51

featuring Lil' Shanice

Lil' Kim

3:19

[Chorus: repeat all 2X]
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum
Shake ya bum bum
{*repeat 3X*}
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
We 'bout to crush all competition
Ain't no chance for ya'll
Lil' Kim and Shanice, we 'bout to dance on ya'll
Like a flow in the club, it don't matter where you come from
USA to UK, shake ya bum bum
Sean Paul dime, keep my hair done all the time
Even got a manicurist in the booth while I rhyme
Initials on our jackets like Laverne and Sheryl
Kids rock my Queen Bee logo like a PowerPuff Girl
We stay on tour from summer to winter
And we rockin' public schools and daycare centers
Uh, united we stand, divided you fall
D flawless necklace look like a disco ball
Whoa, ya'll don't really want it with the whole Beehive
We goin' down in history, the illest gangstas alive
Put ya hands on your shoulders, push 'em up, push 'em up
If you feel it in your bones, shake it up, shake it up

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil' Shanice]
Now I know I ain't grown, but that don't stop me
From shakin' my anus
See I'm 'bout to blow, I'm soon to be famous
Now me and Lil' Kim on the same track is crazy
Matter fact you can call that amazing
Back to back, shakin' our bum bums
Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums
In YO, that's where I come from
My talents official, act up, the hounds'll come get you
You can catch me on my toes in them D&G flip-flops
Hopin' outta mommy's new bergundy six drop
What, I can't stop what I do for real
It's like for ya'll I just got to prove my skills
Oh, I got a ring filled with all baguettes
Nails done, fresh do, be no regrets
All I ask is that ya'll show respect
While I do my thing
And shake it up with the coolest Queen, uh
(Uh)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] + (Lil' Shanice) or *BOTH*
Jack Be Nimble (Jack better be quick)
It's the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain't spit)
Like that news van *There they go again*
(On NBC to) *Nickalodean*
Sophisticated bad girls (Ya'll them mad girls)
Ya'll them birds everybody done had girls
While dudes sendin' me diamonds and pearl sweaters
(They little brothers send me sneakers and love letters)
Next to Bill Gates, I'm tryna be runner up
Like the elevater shaft, baby girl is comin' up
(It's the ill collaboration from the Brook to the Yonks)
No more franks for this ma, now it's lobster and conck
To my kids in the hood, this one's for you
(Grown folks and grandmas can shake they bum bum too)
So come on (Come on) Come on
*Come on with it now, get up, get up
Get up and get down with the get down*

[Chorus]

[Chorus: repeat all 2X]
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum
Shake ya bum bum
{*repeat 3X*}
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
We 'bout to crush all competition
Ain't no chance for ya'll
Lil' Kim and Shanice, we 'bout to dance on ya'll
Like a flow in the club, it don't matter where you come from
USA to UK, shake ya bum bum
Sean Paul dime, keep my hair done all the time
Even got a manicurist in the booth while I rhyme
Initials on our jackets like Laverne and Sheryl
Kids rock my Queen Bee logo like a PowerPuff Girl
We stay on tour from summer to winter
And we rockin' public schools and daycare centers
Uh, united we stand, divided you fall
D flawless necklace look like a disco ball
Whoa, ya'll don't really want it with the whole Beehive
We goin' down in history, the illest gangstas alive
Put ya hands on your shoulders, push 'em up, push 'em up
If you feel it in your bones, shake it up, shake it up

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lil' Shanice]
Now I know I ain't grown, but that don't stop me
From shakin' my anus
See I'm 'bout to blow, I'm soon to be famous
Now me and Lil' Kim on the same track is crazy
Matter fact you can call that amazing
Back to back, shakin' our bum bums
Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums
In YO, that's where I come from
My talents official, act up, the hounds'll come get you
You can catch me on my toes in them D&G flip-flops
Hopin' outta mommy's new bergundy six drop
What, I can't stop what I do for real
It's like for ya'll I just got to prove my skills
Oh, I got a ring filled with all baguettes
Nails done, fresh do, be no regrets
All I ask is that ya'll show respect
While I do my thing
And shake it up with the coolest Queen, uh
(Uh)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] + (Lil' Shanice) or *BOTH*
Jack Be Nimble (Jack better be quick)
It's the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain't spit)
Like that news van *There they go again*
(On NBC to) *Nickalodean*
Sophisticated bad girls (Ya'll them mad girls)
Ya'll them birds everybody done had girls
While dudes sendin' me diamonds and pearl sweaters
(They little brothers send me sneakers and love letters)
Next to Bill Gates, I'm tryna be runner up
Like the elevater shaft, baby girl is comin' up
(It's the ill collaboration from the Brook to the Yonks)
No more franks for this ma, now it's lobster and conck
To my kids in the hood, this one's for you
(Grown folks and grandmas can shake they bum bum too)
So come on (Come on) Come on
*Come on with it now, get up, get up
Get up and get down with the get down*

[Chorus]

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This Is Who I Am

featuring Swizz Beatz,Mashonda

Lil' Kim

3:16

Swizz Beatz (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
I introduce to you (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
The Queen Bee (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?)
Ladies and Gentleman...

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee
I am who I am, you just can't change me
No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me
People been around me for years, don't know shit about me
Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat
People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not
That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes
Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes
What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone
Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone
One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green
The trendsetter's back on your TV screen

[Chorus: Mashonda]
This is who I am (This is who I am)
This is what I be (This is what I be)
People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round)
Tryna change me (Tryna change me)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
About five feet even, kinda small in the waist
Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face
So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes
Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe
Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes
More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes
I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes
Anything goes when you play with the pro's
I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars
Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars
I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars
This is who I am

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin'
Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison
With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks
Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus
But God made me what I am today
So I say things ya'll afraid to say
Just 'cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest
He who burns last, burns the longest
Fuck what they say about me
Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G.
The Queen of New York, let's get this straight
I'm about to be elected mayor of 718

[Chorus 2x]

[Outro during Chorus Swizz Beatz]
If you in the club
You are listening to the sounds
Of the [scratch] Queen Bee baby
Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby
Mashonda on the hook
I go by the name of... the Monster
Swizz Beatz
You are listening to the Queen Bee
Bee baby

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee
I am who I am, you just can't change me
No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me
People been around me for years, don't know shit about me
Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat
People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not
That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes
Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes
What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone
Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone
One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green
The trendsetter's back on your TV screen

[Chorus: Mashonda]
This is who I am (This is who I am)
This is what I be (This is what I be)
People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round)
Tryna change me (Tryna change me)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
About five feet even, kinda small in the waist
Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face
So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes
Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe
Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes
More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes
I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes
Anything goes when you play with the pro's
I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars
Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars
I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars
This is who I am

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin'
Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison
With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks
Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus
But God made me what I am today
So I say things ya'll afraid to say
Just 'cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest
He who burns last, burns the longest
Fuck what they say about me
Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G.
The Queen of New York, let's get this straight
I'm about to be elected mayor of 718

[Chorus 2x]

[Outro during Chorus Swizz Beatz]
If you in the club
You are listening to the sounds
Of the [scratch] Queen Bee baby
Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby
Mashonda on the hook
I go by the name of... the Monster
Swizz Beatz
You are listening to the Queen Bee
Bee baby

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The Jump Off

featuring Mr. Cheeks

Lil' Kim

3:54

[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
And back up before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say rite (rite)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....WHOA!!!!!
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
Bet it all playa fuck the price
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)
Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls
You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky
And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)
On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah
B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
And back up before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say rite (rite)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....WHOA!!!!!
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
Bet it all playa fuck the price
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)
Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls
You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky
And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)
On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah
B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...

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This Is A Warning

Lil' Kim

3:42

Yo.. I just don't understand
Lately, it seems like.. I don't know
It just seems like.. it seems like
Everybody wants
My style, my life, my blood
My shoes, my clothes, my gear
My watch, my rings, my chain
My cars, my money, my home
My body, my sweat, my tears
My power, my fame, my strength
My shit, my this, my that
Bitches, please!
If you don't stop;
Someone's gonna find yo' ass dead (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna poison your food (this is a warning)
Someone's puttin tags on your toes (this is a warning)
Someone better pray for you (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna get yo' keys (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna open your door (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna creep in your house (this is a warning)
And put the {*chk-chk*} straight in your, mouuuuuth
... This is a woman's, THREAT (this is a woman's)
Have you ever heard the story, about the M.A.F.I.A. tip
See Big Poppa was shot,
a long long long long time ago
And when he was killed
, he left me with the throne
And now it seems like,
everyone wants my blood
If you don't stop;
Someone's gonna find yo' ass dead (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna poison your food (this is a warning)
Someone's puttin tags on your toes (this is a warning)
Someone better pray for you (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna get yo' keys (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna open your door (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna creep in your house (this is a warning)
And put the {*chk-chk*} straight in your, mouuuuuth
Don't stop, no no
You'll be sorry
Keep doin it, you'll see
You'll be cryin
I know, whatchu doin
Cause I'm watchin
Hohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Aiyyo!

10.

When Kim Say / Can You Hear Me Now?

featuring Missy Elliott

Lil' Kim

3:13

11.

Thug Luv

featuring Twista

Lil' Kim

4:12

Mm-hmm, ye-yeah..

[Twista]
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this)
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches
Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition
Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it
Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

[Lil' Kim]
It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M
Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up
(now whassup - y'all better come roll with us)
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this)
For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this)
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR!
Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers
Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year
Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]

[Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot?
[K.I.M.] Like a gun shot
[K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold?
[Twista] Well I think so
[Twista] Kim do you got dranks
[K.I.M.] Crist' by the box
[K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes
[Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

[Lil' Kim]
Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

[Twista]
Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus Two: Lil' Kim]
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Nigga groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus]

Mm-hmm, ye-yeah..

[Twista]
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this)
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches
Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition
Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it
Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

[Lil' Kim]
It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M
Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up
(now whassup - y'all better come roll with us)
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this)
For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this)
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR!
Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers
Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year
Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]

[Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot?
[K.I.M.] Like a gun shot
[K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold?
[Twista] Well I think so
[Twista] Kim do you got dranks
[K.I.M.] Crist' by the box
[K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes
[Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

[Lil' Kim]
Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

[Twista]
Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus Two: Lil' Kim]
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Nigga groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus]

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12.

Magic Stick

featuring 50 Cent

Lil' Kim

6:00

(50 cent)
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once
I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic (what what) maagic
I got the magic stick

I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once you gonna want some more
My tongue touch you girl, your toes bound to curl
This exclusive stick I don't share with the world
I had you up early in the mornin' moanin'
Back shots proper the law can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakeim made hits
Get the position down pat then its time to switch
I rock the boat, I work the middle
I speed it up, straight beat it up
And I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly working up a sweat strokin'
Tonight's the night you could fall in love
You could call your mama right now tell her you met a thug
I talk alot of shit cause i can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke

(lil kim)
I've got the magic clit
I know if I get licked once
I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight
and I'll show you magic (what what) maagic
I've got the magic clit
Lil' Kim not a whore but i sex a nigga so good he gotta tell his boys
When you come to sex don't test my skills
'Cause my head game have you head over heels
Give a 'nigga the chills have him pay my bills
Buying matchin Lambos with the same color wheels
And I ain't out shoppin' spending dude's c-notes
I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gonna have you in the zone
Girls in your crib I'm answering the phone
Guys wanna wife me, give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
A couple of humps give a nigga goose bumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the drugs baby, I'm making you high

(50 Cent)
I've got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once
I can hit twice

(Lil' Kim)
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic (what, what)

(50 Cent)
Maagic

(Lil' Kim)
Uh huh, uh huh
I got the magic clit
I'll put your face in it
I know you're sprung off in your tongue
I know you're tasting it

(50 Cent)
Sex ain't a race

(Lil' Kim)
But I had a thug nigga breakin' records
And the time is.....

(50 Cent)
One minute six seconds
Magic stick

(Lil' Kim)
I got the magic box

(Lil' Kim & 50 Cent)
Had that ass trickin' after one back shot

(50 Cent)
The gifts, the ice
I like that a lot

(Lil' Kim)
The minks, the leathers
The C L drop

(50 Cent)
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once
I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic
I got the magic stick

(Lil' Kim)
I know if I get licked once
I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic
Uh huh, uh huh

(Lil' Kim & 50 Cent)
I've got the magic stick

I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once you gonna want some more
My tongue touch you girl, your toes bound to curl
This exclusive stick I don't share with the world
I had you up early in the mornin' moanin' 
Back shots proper the law can't stop us 
Been a fiend for this since Rakeim made hits
Get the position down pat then its time to switch
I rock the boat, I work the middle
I speed it up, straight beat it up 
And I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly working up a sweat strokin' 
Tonight's the night you could fall in love
You could call your mama right now tell her you met a thug
I talk alot of shit cause i can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke

(lil kim)
I've got the magic clit 
I know if I get licked once
I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight
and I'll show you magic (what what) maagic
I've got the magic clit
Lil' Kim not a whore but i sex a nigga so good he gotta tell his boys
When you come to sex don't test my skills
'Cause my head game have you head over heels
Give a 'nigga the chills have him pay my bills
Buying matchin Lambos with the same color wheels
And I ain't out shoppin' spending dude's c-notes
I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gonna have you in the zone
Girls in your crib I'm answering the phone
Guys wanna wife me, give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
A couple of humps give a nigga goose bumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the drugs baby, I'm making you high

(50 Cent)
I've got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once
I can hit twice

(Lil' Kim)
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic (what, what)

(50 Cent)
Maagic

(Lil' Kim)
Uh huh, uh huh
I got the magic clit
I'll put your face in it
I know you're sprung off in your tongue
I know you're tasting it

(50 Cent)
Sex ain't a race

(Lil' Kim)
But I had a thug nigga breakin' records
And the time is.....

(50 Cent)
One minute six seconds
Magic stick

(Lil' Kim)
I got the magic box

(Lil' Kim & 50 Cent)
Had that ass trickin' after one back shot

(50 Cent)
The gifts, the ice 
I like that a lot

(Lil' Kim)
The minks, the leathers
The C L drop

(50 Cent)
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once
I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic
I got the magic stick

(Lil' Kim)
I know if I get licked once
I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic
Uh huh, uh huh

(Lil' Kim & 50 Cent)
I've got the magic stick

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13.

Get In Touch With Us

featuring Styles P

Lil' Kim

3:47

[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats

[Lil' Kim]
If you see a 745 and the body is wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a sex you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice cream truck and tear your whole block up

[Chorus: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples] + (Styles)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)

[Styles P]
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

[Chorus]

[Styles P] It's the Ghost
[Lil' Kim] And the Queen
[Styles P] I'ma shoot at most of your team
[Lil' Kim] And I'm leavin with most of your cream
[Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
[Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga
[Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses
[Styles P] Y.O. nigga
[Lil' Kim] Brooklyn bitch
[Styles P] Nigga bust off your hammer
[Lil' Kim] And cook them bricks
[Styles P] If you really had dough like you said you did
[Lil' Kim] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
[Styles P] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
[Lil' Kim] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
[Styles P] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
[Lil' Kim] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
[Styles P] And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
[Lil' Kim] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
[Styles P] S.P. the Mack Milli'
[Lil' Kim] Q.B. the Tech
[Styles P] Got the "Money" and the "Power"
[Lil' Kim] Now where's the "Respect?"

[Chorus]

[Styles] It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

[Lil' Kim]
If you see a 745 and the body is wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a sex you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice cream truck and tear your whole block up

[Chorus: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples] + (Styles)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)

[Styles P]
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

[Chorus]

[Styles P] It's the Ghost
[Lil' Kim] And the Queen
[Styles P] I'ma shoot at most of your team
[Lil' Kim] And I'm leavin with most of your cream
[Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
[Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga
[Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses
[Styles P] Y.O. nigga
[Lil' Kim] Brooklyn bitch
[Styles P] Nigga bust off your hammer
[Lil' Kim] And cook them bricks
[Styles P] If you really had dough like you said you did
[Lil' Kim] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
[Styles P] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
[Lil' Kim] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
[Styles P] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
[Lil' Kim] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
[Styles P] And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
[Lil' Kim] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
[Styles P] S.P. the Mack Milli'
[Lil' Kim] Q.B. the Tech
[Styles P] Got the "Money" and the "Power"
[Lil' Kim] Now where's the "Respect?"

[Chorus]

[Styles] It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

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14.

Heavenly Father

featuring Big Hill

Lil' Kim

5:08

[O'Jays]
Heavenly Father, creator of all things
I humble my self, with a bow to your throne
I pray for love, joy, peace, and happiness
I pray for love, I pray for love,
I pray for love, joy, peace, and happiness
I pray for love, I pray for love,
I pray for love, joy peace, and happiness

[Lil' Kim]
They say the closest ones to ya
be the ones that sneak up behind ya
and stick the knife through ya
thats why now I keep my friends to a minimum
check for the ones with the venom on they tongue
cuz niggas are snakes, their hugs be fake
steal from their best friend at his own wake
I did all I could do, and I took all I could take
this is it, crossing me was your biggest mistake.
It wasnt enough that I split 20% of what I make?
It wasn't enough that I cut niggas half of what I bake?
Aint enough that I almost lost all my bread?
bailing niggas out, keeping a roof over our heads.
Enough is enough, I wash my hands, I'm done with it
I aint playing with u mothafuckers come wit it
Keep the family together god knows I tried
But shit aint been the same since B.I died (word)

Chorus : [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim]
I pray for love (everyday)
I pray for love (everynight)
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness
(keep the family together, god knows i've tried)
I pray for love (everyday for real)
I pray for Love (and everynight)
I pray for Love, joy peace and happiness
(shit aint been the same since B.I died)

[Lil Kim]
Lil' Kim the first rap bitch to shake up the charts
act like i aint the leader of this million bitch march
who got y'all rocking?
The pride of the Gucci, Diore, Canel, Visocchi, and Louis
Please I am the reason this rap game is unisex
I am the reason bitches want bigger breasts
show some respect where respect is due
Without who? Without me there'd be no you!
These next few lines is to you women abusers
Last nigga I was with, straight fucking loser
Niggas think cuz you give them your heart
they can disect it and rip it apart
Mmm-mm not I, one niggas in my eye
Paybacks a mothafucker put that on the sty
you lost a good bitch nigga you can't front
Lil' Kim is everything a man could ever want (and thats real)

[chorus] [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim]
I pray for love (everyday)
I pray for love (and everynight)
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness
(mm-mm not I, one niggas in my eye)
I pray for love (everyday yo everyday)
I pray for Love (and everynight, everynight)
I pray for Love, joy peace and happiness
(payback's a mothafucker put that on the sty)

[Lil' Kim]
When the money is gone so is your friends
When the gas runs out there goes your Benz
They just don't make my breed no more
No body lives by the code of the street no more
I dont deal with the nonsense I'm keeping it real
Wanna do buisness with me get in touch with him

[Big Hill]
Thats right any questions? No you can't ask me
Put your name and your number on the letterhead and fax me
You want Kim? Name the location
Seventy-five grand and thats just for conversation

[Lil' Kim]
I'm a remain loyal while you crumble like the foil
Its tradition to rock diamonds in my crown, I'm royal
Niggas aint believing they thought it was over
Baby girl rising up like the early morning sun
Y'all think ya know but y'all have no idea
what the fuck i've been going through thesse last seven years(aww man)

[Chorus] [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim]
I pray for love (everyday yo everyday yo)
I pray for love (and everynight and everynight)
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness
(They just don't make my breed no more) (word)
(thats it) I pray for love (everyday yo) (I'm the last of the Moheegans)
I pray for love (and everynite) (after me ther'll be nobody)
I pray for love, joy, peace, and happiness
(No body lives by the code of the street no more) (word)

[Lil' Kim]
I'm saying, I just wanna be happy (I pray for love)
Thats all, I dont ask for much
It makes me happy to see my people smile (I pray for)
you know what I'm saying?(I pray for love)
I ain't a hater I dont even like saying the word
(No body lives by the code of the street no more)
I'd sacrifice everything I have right now
to have my man B.I.G.G.E here with me (I pray for love)
see thats just how I am- cuz i'm a rider
(keep the family together, god knows i've tried)
what good is it to have everything (I pray for love)
if you can't share with the ones you love?
if you can't be with the ones you love then love the ones your with
dont take nobody for granted (I pray for love)
you aint promised tomorrow (I pray for love)
karmas a mothafucker dont apprectiate that
(I pray for love,joy, peace and happiness)
(payback's a mothafucker put that on the sty)
La Bella Mafia, two thousand and three ( I pray for love)
sugar shaft, the bee hive (I pray for love)
(I pray for love) (I pray for love, joy, peace and hapiness)I'm coming

[Lil' Kim]
They say the closest ones to ya
be the ones that sneak up behind ya
and stick the knife through ya
thats why now I keep my friends to a minimum
check for the ones with the venom on they tongue
cuz niggas are snakes, their hugs be fake
steal from their best friend at his own wake 
I did all I could do, and I took all I could take
this is it, crossing me was your biggest mistake.
It wasnt enough that I split 20% of what I make?
It wasn't enough that I cut niggas half of what I bake?
Aint enough that I almost lost all my bread?
bailing niggas out, keeping a roof over our heads.
Enough is enough, I wash my hands, I'm done with it
I aint playing with u mothafuckers come wit it
Keep the family together god knows I tried 
But shit aint been the same since B.I died (word)

Chorus : [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim]
I pray for love (everyday)
I pray for love (everynight)
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness 
(keep the family together, god knows i've tried)
I pray for love (everyday for real)
I pray for Love (and everynight)
I pray for Love, joy peace and happiness 
(shit aint been the same since B.I died)

[Lil Kim]
Lil' Kim the first rap bitch to shake up the charts
act like i aint the leader of this million bitch march
who got y'all rocking? 
The pride of the Gucci, Diore, Canel, Visocchi, and Louis
Please I am the reason this rap game is unisex
I am the reason bitches want bigger breasts
show some respect where respect is due
Without who? Without me there'd be no you!
These next few lines is to you women abusers
Last nigga I was with, straight fucking loser
Niggas think cuz you give them your heart
they can disect it and rip it apart
Mmm-mm not I, one niggas in my eye
Paybacks a mothafucker put that on the sty
you lost a good bitch nigga you can't front
Lil' Kim is everything a man could ever want (and thats real)

[chorus] [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim]
I pray for love (everyday)
I pray for love (and everynight)
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness 
(mm-mm not I, one niggas in my eye)
I pray for love (everyday yo everyday)
I pray for Love (and everynight, everynight)
I pray for Love, joy peace and happiness 
(payback's a mothafucker put that on the sty)

[Lil' Kim]
When the money is gone so is your friends
When the gas runs out there goes your Benz
They just don't make my breed no more
No body lives by the code of the street no more
I dont deal with the nonsense I'm keeping it real
Wanna do buisness with me get in touch with him

[Big Hill]
Thats right any questions? No you can't ask me
Put your name and your number on the letterhead and fax me
You want Kim? Name the location
Seventy-five grand and thats just for conversation

[Lil' Kim]
I'm a remain loyal while you crumble like the foil
Its tradition to rock diamonds in my crown, I'm royal
Niggas aint believing they thought it was over
Baby girl rising up like the early morning sun
Y'all think ya know but y'all have no idea
what the fuck i've been going through thesse last seven years(aww man)

[Chorus] [O'Jays] + [Lil' Kim]
I pray for love (everyday yo everyday yo)
I pray for love (and everynight and everynight)
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness 
(They just don't make my breed no more) (word)
(thats it) I pray for love (everyday yo) (I'm the last of the Moheegans)
I pray for love (and everynite) (after me ther'll be nobody)
I pray for love, joy, peace, and happiness
(No body lives by the code of the street no more) (word)

[Lil' Kim]
I'm saying, I just wanna be happy (I pray for love)
Thats all, I dont ask for much 
It makes me happy to see my people smile (I pray for)
you know what I'm saying?(I pray for love)
I ain't a hater I dont even like saying the word
(No body lives by the code of the street no more)
I'd sacrifice everything I have right now
to have my man B.I.G.G.E here with me (I pray for love)
see thats just how I am- cuz i'm a rider
(keep the family together, god knows i've tried)
what good is it to have everything (I pray for love)
if you can't share with the ones you love?
if you can't be with the ones you love then love the ones your with
dont take nobody for granted (I pray for love)
you aint promised tomorrow (I pray for love)
karmas a mothafucker dont apprectiate that
(I pray for love,joy, peace and happiness)
(payback's a mothafucker put that on the sty)
La Bella Mafia, two thousand and three ( I pray for love)
sugar shaft, the bee hive (I pray for love)
(I pray for love) (I pray for love, joy, peace and hapiness)I'm coming

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15.

Tha Beehive

Lil' Kim

8:08

[Verse 1 Lil' Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance... you lames is finished
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'm a give you the business
You see the yellow and the black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas this iron'll straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with a AIDS needle and piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em lose
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the postergirl of 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped them eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the... the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' this beat
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section
and you hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my babies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive!

[Verse 2: Reeks]
Yo It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breeze in' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, I throwback like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Kim]
The Beehive!
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon bitch
Beehive!
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive!

[Verse 3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, all ova the haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor blades up in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Vee]
(Uh, yo) Im Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, who helpin' you swim
you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for checks
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (The Beehive)

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Goldie]
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, a put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause ya'll know bullets fly in pairs like Pitti pat
(Beehive)

[Chorus]

Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive!

[Verse 2: Reeks]
Yo It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breeze in' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, I throwback like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Kim]
The Beehive!
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon bitch
Beehive!
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive!

[Verse 3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, all ova the haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor blades up in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Vee]
(Uh, yo) Im Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, who helpin' you swim
you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for checks
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (The Beehive)

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Goldie]
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, a put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause ya'll know bullets fly in pairs like Pitti pat
(Beehive)

[Chorus]

Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive!

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16.

Come Back For You

Lil' Kim

4:20

RELEASES

2003-03-04

Atlantic Records, URB

2003-04-00

wea

2005-08-02

Atlantic Records, WMI (075678384462)

2005-08-02

Atlantic Records, WMI (075678384561)

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Subject : Lil Kim - La Bella Mafia (Atlantic,2003)

성질 급한 독자들은-물론 릴킴(Lil' Kim)을 처음 접해본다는 가정 하에-앨범자켓 사진을 보고서 대뜸 필자에게 삿대질부터 할지 모르겠다. 반쯤 벗어제낀 릴킴의 모습은 음악적인 진지함이란 전혀 갖추지 않은, 그저 외양으로 승부를 보는 싸구려 아티스트로 비춰질 수도 있다는 걸 필자도 인정하니까. 굳이 따지자면 릴킴의 지금까지의 행보 중에서 이러한 외적 이미지메이킹 전략이 상당부분을 차지했던 것도 사실은 사실이다. 하지만 이에 대한 비아냥은 본 앨범을 끝까지 감상한 이후로 잠시 미뤄두기로 하자. 릴킴은 주니어 마피아(Junior M.A.F.I.A.)의 일원으로 활약하다가 노토리어스 비아이지(Notorious B.I.G.)와 피디디(P.Diddy)의 후광을 등에 업고 지난 96년 발매한 데뷔앨범 [H...

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Subject : Lil Kim - La Bella Mafia (Atlantic,2003)

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