Lil' Kim

So what am I not supposed to
have an opinion
Should I be quiet just
because I'm a woman
Call me a bitch cos I speak
what's on my mind
Guess it's easier for you
to swallow if I sat and smiled
When a female fires back
Suddenly the target don't know
how to act
So he does what any little boy
will do
Making up a few false rumors
or two
That for sure is not
a man to me
Slanderin' names for popularity
It's sad you only get
your fame through controversy
But now it's time for me to
come and give you more to say
This is for my girls
all around the world
Who've come across a man
who don't respect your worth
Thinking all women
should be seen not heard
So what do we do girls
Shout louder
Letting them know we're gonna
stand our ground
Lift your hands high
and wave them proud
Take a deep breath
and say it loud
Never can never will
can't hold us down
Nobody can hold us down
Nobody can hold us down
Nobody can hold us down
Never can never will
So what am I not supposed
to say what I'm saying
Are you offended by the message
I'm bringing
Call me whatever
cos your words don't
mean a thing
Guess you ain't even a man
enough to handle what I sing
If you look back in history
It's a common double standard
of society
The guy gets all the glory
the more he can score
While the girl can do the same
and yet you call her a whore
I don't understand why
it's okay
The guy can get away with it
the girl gets named
All my ladies come together
and make a change
Start a new beginning
for us everybody sing
This is for my girls
all around the world
Who've come across a man
who don't respect your worth
Thinking all women should be
seen not heard
What do we do girls
Shout louder
Letting them know we're gonna
stand our ground
Lift your hands high
and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath
and say it loud
Never can never will
can't hold us down
Here's something
I just can't understand
If the guy have three girls
then he's the man
He can either give us
some head sex her off
If the girl do the same
then she's a whore
But the table's about to turn
I'll bet my fame on it
Cats take my ideas
and put their name on it
It's aiight though
you can't hold me down
I got to keep on movin'
To all my girls with a man
who be tryin to mack
Do it right back to him
and let that be that
You need to let him know
that his game is whack
And Lil' Kim
and Christina Aguilera
got your back
But you're just a little boy
Think you're so cute so coy
You must talk so big
To make up for
small lil' things
So you're just a little boy
All you'll do is annoy
You must talk so big
To make up for
small lil' things
This is for my girls
This is for my girls
all around the world
Who've come across a man
who don't respect your worth
Thinking all women
should be seen not heard
So what do we do girls
Shout louder
Letting them know we're gonna
stand our ground
Lift your hands high
and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath
and say it loud
Never can never will
can't hold us down
This is for my girls
all around the world
Who've come across a man
who don't respect your worth
Thinking all women
should be seen not heard
So what do we do girls
Shout louder
Letting them know we're gonna
stand our ground
Lift your hands high
and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath
and say it loud
Never can never will
can't hold us down

Spread the word
can't hold us down

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)

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!

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'

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:

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

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)

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

(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?

[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...

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

[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*}

this is my song for real no doubt said je je make it feel played out. as i walk
into the played out as i walk to the dance floor we began to

(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*}

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.

lil kim: hey there girls and boys
kids: hi miss little kim
lil kim: how are you today?
kids: fiiiiiiiine!
good, very good, now since it's such a beuatiful day today
(licking noise in the backround)
(stop making that noise)
lil kim: were gunna sing our song,
(stop making that noise!)
lil kim: you ready
kids: yeeeeeeeesss!
(pushing sound)
kid: move stupid!
kid 2: stop pushin me!
lil kim: 1,2,3
kim and kids: it's a beautiful day in the hollyhood,
it's a beautiful day in the hollyhood,
a beautiful day in the hollyhooood!
so don't you be a hater!
kids: heehee!

[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]

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

[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...

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!

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]

(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

[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

[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

[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!

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

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

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

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

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)
(

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

[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.

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)

[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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So-What am i not s'pposed to have an opinion
Should i keep quiet just because i'm a woman
Call me a bitch(bitch)cause i speak what's on my mind
Guess it's easier for you to swallow if i sat and smiled

When the female fires back suddenly big talker don't know how to act
So he does what every little boy would do
Makin' up a few false rumors or two
That for sure is not a man to me,slanderin' names for popularity
It's sad you only get your fame through controversy
But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say

Chorus:
This is for my girls all around the world
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
Thinkin' all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do girls,shout out loud
Lettin'em know we're gonna stand on ground
So lift your hand higher and wave'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can,never will
Can't hold us down

Nobody can hold us down...Nobody can hold us down...Nobody can hold us down
Never can never will...

So-What am i not supposed to say what i'm saying
Are you offened with the message i'm bringin'
Call me whatever 'cause your words don't mean a thing
Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what i sing
If you look back in history it's a common double standard of society
The guy gets all the glory the more he can score
While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore
I don't understand why its OK,
The guy can get away with it the girl gets named
All my ladies come together and make a change
And start a new beginning for us,everybody sang

Chorus

Lil' Kim:
Check it - Here's something I just can't understand
If the guy have three girls then he's the man
He can either give her some head, or sex her raw
If the girl do the same, then she's a whore
But the table's about to turn
I'll bet my fame on it
Cat's take my ideas and put their name on it
It's alright though, you can't hold me down
I got to keep on movin'
To all my girls with a man who be tryin to mack
Do it right back to him and let that be that
You need to let him know that his game is whack
And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back

You're just a little boy
Think you're so cute,so coy
You must talk so big to make up for smaller things
You're just a little boy
All you do is annoy
You must talk so big to make up for smaller things

Repeat Chorus X2

Ahh Wahoo 7X ahh
Spread the word
Can't hold us down
Yeh we here
We Back again
Yeh Lil Kim and Christina Aguilera
Yeh
Can’t hold us down!"

Verse 1:
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not B-I-G
R-I-P baby
I rep BK in the NYC
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And since '96 a chick been on t.v.
Like MTV and BET
So TRL and 106
I'm in heavy R-O when they play my shit
Mama push whips like BM dubs
And your BM trip when she see me in the club
Ya man 5-0 I don't see him in the club
Cuz he out in CT with a dick in his butt
Ya stay OT
While I stay OC
Thats out the country with the A-R-A-B's
With my girl M to the O to the E
She ride like a soldier
Thats my Kobe
I'm Bella to that death and, don't ask why
Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y
And I'm more nigga than them bitch ass guys
Cause they took the stand on the D.A.'s side

Chorus:
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

Verse 2:
I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A.
Take the Spyder down the strip when I'm in V-A
The game slow gotta put a little work in D.C.
I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P.
On ESPN or NBC
I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to impress me
My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV
And they air somethin out on the A-V-E
I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three
Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E
Get at niggaz quick if they try to move me
A.S.A.P. like T.I.P.
You get chopped and screwed honeygirl don't play
Nigga we "Ridin' Dirty" like U.G.K.

Chorus:
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

Verse 3:
Make a wish when you see me like a falling star
Gave a lot of y'all careers CPR
First lady at the top of R-A-P
I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E
B-I-G M-O-M-M-A
No info for the D.E.A.
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tapped the cell and the phone in my basement
The IRS tryin to take my pay
And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A.
I locks it I'm toxic like DDT
My flow get'cha high like PCP
I'm number one downloaded on your MP3
I bang on you niggaz like an MPC
I make a nigga nut in his DNG's
Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B.

Chorus:
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

[Verse 1]
I come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just another funeral service
Niggas will get at you, come through shinin' they yap you
In broad day light kidnap you
Feds get clapped too, police stay on us like tattoos
Niggas only grind cause we have to
Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder
Fiends come through every hour
S'all about that dollar and we nuh deal with cowards
Weak lambs get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble, it's the land of trouble
Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
BIG comes first, then the Queen comes after

[Chorus]
Now put ya lighters up
Bed Stuy put ya lighters up
New York put ya lighters up
DC keep puttin' ya lighters up
Philadelphia put ya lighters up
Detroit put ya lighters up
Chi-Town keep puttin' dem lighters up
No matter where you from put ya lighters up

[Verse 2]
Now lemme give you a walk through
Show ya what to do and ya don't do
Where it's not safe to go to
Dem boys approach you
Better say quick who you close to
Don't come through if niggas don't know you
Cuz people is talkin', the streets is watchin'
The thieves is lurkin' stash da nine in the garbage
The life of a hustla, the life of a gambler
Dice games kill' mo' niggas than cancer
Ya know who ya fuck with
Brooklyn don't run we run shit
Roll up and just bum rush shit
We don't play that out in B.K not at all
4 pound leave ya face on the wall
R.I.P in memory of
Never show thy enemies love
We get it on where we live
Better have a pass when you cross that bridge

[Chorus]
Welcome to Brooklyn put ya lighters up
LA put ya lighters up
VA put ya lighters up
Texas keep puttin' ya lighters up
New Orleans put ya lighters up
St Louis put ya lighters up
ATL keep puttin' dem lighters up
No matter where you from put ya lighters up

[Bridge]
Damn homie I'm so to'
I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo'
(We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to'
(Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
(Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo'

[Verse 3]
See BIG done told you
I'm the hottest bitch on the planet
Biggest sex symbol since Janet
The Zanotti bandit
Layin' in the cut like a bandage
Come through Fulton St. in a Vanquish
Doin' dem damage
And if you don't understand it
Then lemme give it to you in Spanish
Soy la senorita mas linda del barrio
Y lo hago afuera del espacio
Still over in Brazil sippin' Mascoto
You must have forgot though
So, I'ma take it back to the block yo
Put u on to how we rock yo
Some are boostin 12 year olds prostitutin'
Hitmen hired for execution there's no solution
Niggas still piss in the hallways
Fiends get high in 'em all day
The yute, dem bang at the cops off the roof
You don't know my town is the truth

[Chorus]
Welcome to Brooklyn now put ya lighters up
New Jersey put ya lighters up Boston put ya lighters up
B'More keep puttin' ya lighters up
Miami put ya lighters up
Puerto Rico put ya lighters up
Kingston, Jamaica keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from put ya lighters up

[Bridge]
Damn homie I'm so to'
I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo'
(We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to'
(Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
(Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo'

(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit damn - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze
I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim what up)
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (so high)
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
(Get it jumpin' bitch)
Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch

(Chorus)

I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with german enginerin', rack-n-pinion stearin'
Homes with french doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before
Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year
Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (what they say?)

(Chorus)

I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to Payless
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth

(Chorus)

Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh my God
You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch
You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back'
But she's back bitches
Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'
See, that's why don't nobody talk about you
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no,
In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa
Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa

Fresh out the federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings
It's the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right
Back with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes
Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator
And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters

(Chorus)

Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man
Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man
See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand
While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew
FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through
Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo
Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I blew
Brooklyn style, that's how we do it
Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it

(Chorus)

Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up

Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your
lowest point in your life
Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin
(you've been slippin, slippin)

No more Mrs. Nice Bitch
Niggaz done, flipped the script
and got on some sheist shit
Sellin they soul when love is priceless
They kicked me when I was down
and stuck in a crisis
I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt
Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt
A street grudge put me in front of a judge
But I stood there like what,
the Bee don't budge
It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play
And real niggaz get railroaded everyday
Words misconstrued and used against you
Then you get screwed when
it's time to sentence you
World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation
A year and a day, three years probation
Public humiliation, poor representation
Guilty by association

Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your
lowest point in your life
Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin
(you've been slippin, slippin)

I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects
And that's worth more than material objects
A lot of things when they know
you got it You a target,
and now they tryin to get in the pockets
Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit
Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip
I had to say it,
cause I'm that real with it
You shinin like a star,
then you gotta deal with it
And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed
Better watch it 'fore they write
a book about like Superhead
Fuck 'em and leave 'em
then they after your paper
Put a hole in the condom
and say that you raped her
See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor
Believe me, these devils
find a way to get at'cha
All it takes is some green
and your face on the screen
Fuck it, just say I took one for the team

Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your
lowest point in your life
Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin
(you've been slippin, slippin)

In these streets you gotta
sleep with one eye open
And watch for the snakes
and the Jakes approachin
Cause it could be the ones
that you laugh and joke wit
The ones you smoke wit,
and sold your coke wit
I set you up for the right piece of change
And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range
Too often, I seen a nigga
layin in the coffin
All cause some shit was blown out of proportion
Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution
Cause the rap game ain't
much different than the crack game
It's the new hustle,
gotta have brains and muscle
Get too much money
and these haters wanna touch you
Now I can see why they all on me
Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me
Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue
But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too

Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your
lowest point in your life
Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin
(you've been slippin, slippin)

hi you've reached kim you dialed the right number
but defintly at the worng time,
so if u want me you must convince me,


so at the beep leave a message,
maybe I'll call u maybe i won't bye

"It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh"

Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya
and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace
I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A., wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Come down with my weave straight sittin on bread
At the gate, gettin picked up in a new Coupe

"It's all good"
If you drivin or ridin the bus
"It's all good"
In the struggle and the times is tough
"It's all good"
It don't matter you can ride with us
"It's all good"
It's all good
"It's all good"
If you hustlin and huggin the block
"It's all good"
Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock
"It's all good"
It don't matter how you get that guap
"It's all good"
It's all good

See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin money and gettin high
He used to keep my fly he had the 6 I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14 I was puttin in work
At age 16 I was movin that work
Gettin paid for drivin state to state
Smugglin weight, prayin I don't bump into Jake
I travelled through a few places with the burners
in the suitcases, thank God for Big
Damn right I love the life I live
Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

"It's all good"
Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin
"It's all good"
Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin
"It's all good"
It's aight cause they time is comin
"It's all good"
It's all good
"It's all good"
They hatin on me but they copy my style
"It's all good"
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
"It's all good"
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
"It's all good"
It's all good

Cowards huff and puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you they quiet down
Faggots violated I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin left off right where I pick up
Picture in Vogue, Spring/Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it I'm doin it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no I love the life I live
Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

"It's all good"
Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin
"It's all good"
Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin
"It's all good"
It's aight cause they time is comin
"It's all good"
It's all good
"It's all good"
They hatin on me but they copy my style
"It's all good"
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
"It's all good"
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
"It's all good"
It's all good
"It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh"
"It's all good"
If you drivin or ridin the bus
"It's all good"
In the struggle and the times is tough
"It's all good"
It don't matter you can ride with us
"It's all good"
It's all good
"It's all good"
If you hustlin and huggin the block
"It's all good"
Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock
"It's all good"
It don't matter how you get that guap
"It's all good"
It's all good
"It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh"

"What you see, is what you get"

Ay - I know you see me on the screen now riiight
I know you see me do my thing now - true
Tryin hard not to stare,
actin like I wasn't there to you
Can you see me now? Am I clear to you?
On the red carpet in Mark Jacob's clothes
You see me fashion week,
front row at all the shows
In your favorite fashion magazine
they feature the Queen
On the cover of Don Divas,
doin spreads with Eva
When we walk down the street,
dudes call us the covergirls
We stand out when we next to them other girls
I don't bend easy, budge or break
Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface
Your girl come through twirlin in droptop 'Rossa
Me and my la familia like a "Goodfellas" poster
You see I'm somethin you never seen befo'
I know you see me
cause I'm somethin that you came to know, ohh

Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
In the town, ballin out of control
V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
Standin room only, all of my shows
Applebottom bustin out of my jeans
On the screen with the man of your dreams
Front page of your new magazines
Ay show some love, papers stack,
I'm the Queen bitch

And you should see me in the summertime,
stretched out in one of my
droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline
I'm livin off of your man, he supportin ma
you'd kill me if I give you the chance,
bitch I was born to shine
While you on your grind I'm on,
beachfront property
Thirty-eight snub nose,
keep the snitches off of me
Look the rest of your life,
ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me
Grateful's what you oughta be,
I heard somewhere it cost to be
the boss and I paid it,
floss with the greatest
Ball outrageous the broad is amazin
In the 6, grippin woodgrain lane changin
You coach flyin hoes need boss bitch trainin
I'm muy caliente, sizzlin hot flame
In private planes to Spain
and you barely maintainin
You ain't talkin millions you
ain't speakin my language
The Queen of the game
and can't a damn thing change it

Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
In the town, ballin out of control
V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
Standin room only, all of my shows
Applebottom bustin out of my jeans
On the screen with the man of your dreams
Front page of your new magazines
Ay show some love, papers stack,
I'm the Queen bitch

What you see is, is what you get
Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get
I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check
Raised in the streets of Brooklyn,
what you expect?

Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
In the town, ballin out of control
V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
Standin room only, all of my shows
Applebottom bustin out of my jeans
On the screen with the man of your dreams
Front page of your new magazines
Ay show some love, papers stack,
I'm the Queen bitch

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am here live
Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T

I don't know what it take
I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry
How the f**k do you get in the industry and then stay there
Every time you come out you got some more hot shit
Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go
That's what the f**k I meant to do
That's living legendship

You just livin', that's how I've been
But if you don't watch your mouth
Somebody might take it apart too

When the sun goes down
and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin
they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin,
bodies start droppin
It's so quiet you can hear
a rat visit a cop
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin
they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin,
bodies start droppin
It's so quiet you can hear
a rat visit a cop

Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear
All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year
With these gimiicks I can't
take it they ain't real so they fakin it
How did they make it in this game for so long
I know what's right from what's wrong,
I know what's soft from what's hard
I know a federal case,
from a publicity charge
Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to
keep them PUNKS out of JAIL
But hoes wanna go to COURT'til
I pay them for they NAILS
Who you tryin to be?
Man it couldn't be me
My man spent guap
and bought me my Continental T
You spent your advance on your Continental T
I know you sick when you clean
your RIMS you still see a Bee
And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER
Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER
Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE
I ain't gon' come back at you,
I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS

When the sun goes down
and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin
they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin,
bodies start droppin
It's so quiet you can hear
a rat visit a cop
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin
they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin,
bodies start droppin
It's so quiet you can hear
a rat visit a cop

I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material
But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible
The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you
'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical
SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul
And if I don't like you then I will pretend to
It's the ones that befriend you
that TURN up against you
In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do
Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya
Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher
I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya
Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers
You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody
I put you under my wing,
bought you your first Roley
Nigga I helped raised you,
why would I play you?

When the sun goes down
and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin
they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin,
bodies start droppin
It's so quiet you can hear
a rat visit a cop
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin
they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin,
bodies start droppin
It's so quiet you can hear
a rat visit a cop

You see it always be them ones talkin this and that
How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP
Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap
'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back
It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin
The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin
A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin
They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards
Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers
Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers
Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team
You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM
Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean
Don't be fooled and deceived,
everything ain't what it seems
You act like you don't know what side of town this realer
Niggaz softer than chinchillas
but on wax they killers

When the sun goes down
and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin
they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin,
bodies start droppin
It's so quiet you can hear
a rat visit a cop

Due to the fact that there are some people
Like the lady over there that said she was
Who thinks I'm dirty
I really couldn't give a shit
Cause ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it

Why all di dutty nigga them sit around and judge me
All them a chat bout, don't even budge me cause
Mi no owe nobody no explanation
I convert it over to di almighty one
When dis bad gyal come out
We just run them in di morgue and them can't come out
Some a di gyal 'em need to just shut them mouth
Some a di dutty niggas need to just shut them

Lil' Kim stay hot
Pull up with my nigga in the eighty four yacht
Man this hatin' don't stop
Real recognize real you studio gangsters kill me
I know my vets in the game got to feel me
Cause from the gate I down the door
Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw
Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor
Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core
A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me
Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me
Watchin' them is like a Broadway play
Sittin' next to the Queen
Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn
Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be
I'm the reason why the game so sexy
The originator, the trend creator
Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me

I know what you think, she's such a fuckin' lady
Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way

Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it
Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down
Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it
Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down

No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that
No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect
You see your words don't mean a thing
Show me a man, who never sin yet, uh-uh

The feds pinched me for shootin'
But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music
This jealous motherfucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch
Probably go home, listen to How Many Licks
Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop
These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught
You see when you on top, niggas want what you got
Even though they idolize you, they still criticize you

So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman
You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human
And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I'm tryin' to go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I, gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just between me and mi God
And if mi waan fi shot out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just up to me

Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it
Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down
Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it
Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down
No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that
No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect

(feat. Bun B, Twista)

(Chorus)
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

(Verse 1: Lil' Kim)
I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath
We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'
Honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me
We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks
Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money
You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man
Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Bun B)
Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock
Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked
I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town
Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down
Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S
My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest
My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest
Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this
We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off
Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off
It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T
Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Twista)
Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust
Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club
Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut
If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit
Then I snatch that chain
When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends
And his Benz, make him cash that train
Come out the dark and get the lights on
Turn together, get it up
Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck
I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'
Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that
Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm
Well come over hear I got a little heat for that
AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump
Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip
And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk
Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves
And duct tape I can get what I want
Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches
We don't give a fuck

(Chorus)

Gimme That"
(feat. Maino)

Four.. three.. two.. one

[Chorus: Kim + {Maino}]
Gimme that good dick (give it to me) gimme that good dick (uh, uh)
Gimme that good dick (give it to me) that fine-ass good dick (yea, yea)
{Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {gimme that pussy} (yeah, yeah)
{Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass pussy}

[Maino]
Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me
I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me
I ain't done at one nut, bitch I dump all three
Slurp it all up when you suck on me cause see
I got the cleanest, meanest, penis
Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick
Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret
So all the hoes know my dick game quite decent
Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles
Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell
I'm the damn dude, that will ram you
so damn hard it'll leave your ass blue
Meat slinger, my meat stings ya
Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver
Want me to freak ya? Wait for me to skeet ya
Dick comes around once again like Easter
Bitches flash me they thong and panties
Then they ask me to do the nasty
Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
And when you pass me just holla at me and say

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Now see don't no bitch do it better than Kim
And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim
Everybody's man wanna get with Kim
If you don't believe me bitch just ask him
Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina
Even got my name on the menu at the diner
Guys extend G, with my goodies
I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies
Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after
Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra
My beehive gags ya, when it grabs ya
Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara
Boys get hooked first time they taste this
I lick dudes in all the right places
G's got cases, tempted to take this
Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists
Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and
then they ask me to do that nasty
Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
And when you pass me just holla at me and say

[Chorus - Maino first, both ad libbing throughout]

[Maino + (Kim)]
Some like me to do 'em rough and show them
(Some niggaz like me to run and stroke them)
Some like objects down they throat and
(I get 'em all strung out and open)
Yes I wrecked 'em down to the rectum
Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em
(Pussy is power, listen man)
(My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam) That's tight
(Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams)
(Got fiends from New York to the islands) Damn
Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bedpole
Seen my dick, and thought it was the bedpole
(One dude went crazy y'all)
(Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk)
Some broads they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em
Call the ambulance man to come get 'em
(Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and)
(then they ask me to do that nasty)
Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
And when you pass me just holla at me and say

[Chorus]

Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee
Lil' Kim... 7 you ready? Good
Cause 7's my lucky number

Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box
(My kitty box, my kitty box,
my kitty box, my kitty box)

I'm goin to Miami, stylin, whylin
Shinin, in diamonds, they're sizin me up
My bikini, Gabbana, heels, Prada
You know, I like, it sexy
Boys holla when they pass me,
call me and harass me
They love me cause I'm nasty,
but classy
If you're ballin put your bid in,
you broke, forget it
You're just another doll chasin the Kim
I'm in heat like a cat,
I'm in heat like a cat
If you want it then you better come and get it

Wanna lick get a taste of the dip,
in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy?
In my kitty box
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip,
in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy
In my kitty box
(My kitty box, my kitty box,
my kitty box, my kitty box)

Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in a drop
Picture Lil' Kim tan and topless on a yacht
Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy
Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties
Shirt and no panties... [moaning]
Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin
Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position
Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole
Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold
Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold
Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold

Wanna lick get a taste of the dip,
in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy?
In my kitty box
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip,
in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy?
In my kitty box
(My kitty box, my kitty box,
my kitty box, my kitty box)

Lil' Kim's got that potion,
my box'll have you open
I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean
You crave it, you want it,
you want it jump up on it
So you can play in my box 'til the morning
I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning
You can play in my box until the morning
I'm in heat like a cat,
I'm in heat like a cat
If you want it then you better come and get it

Wanna lick get a taste of the dip,
in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy?
In my kitty box
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip,
in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy?
In my kitty box
(My kitty box, my kitty box,
my kitty box, my kitty box)

aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg
Why don'tcha blaze up some of that
sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY!

(Yeah Snoop, I feel you man)
(That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me)
(Somebody help me, please!)
(somebody, somebody please)

Tell you why I'm so damn fly
One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH
Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy)
Come and get yo' head right (nigga)
He's an addict of my pillow talk
Hourglass body and my runway walk
I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy
See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai
He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright
Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light
Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo'
Get you higher than a jar of that

Girl yo' shit's the chronic
(chronic chronic)
(shit's the chronic baby)
Like a strawberry bag of weed
(like a strawberry, bag of weed I)
One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW!
Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep
(she'll put yo' ass to sleep)
(ahh, na na)

My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page
He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze
Pretty girl keep him home for days
Bustin nuts and seein circles
from this bag of sweet purple
Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky
Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies
Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness
I put the red light district out of business
They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal
I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel
Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake
That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache
Who's that peepin in my window
Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo
This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit
I'm the hottest product out on the market

Girl yo' shit's the chronic
(chronic chronic)
(shit's the chronic baby)
Like a strawberry bag of weed
(like a strawberry, bag of weed I)
One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW!
Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep
(she'll put yo' ass to sleep)
(ahh, na na)

I'm addicted to the chronic
(said I'm addicted to it, baby)
Baby girl what'cha doin to me
(what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me)
Ain't nothin like the chronic
(ain't nothin like it nah nah nah)
She'll put yo' ass to sleep
(she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3)

I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice
Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price
Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice
Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim
Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns
Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend
Throw your dutchies
in the sky if you're fresh from yard
Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl)
Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah
De ganja, sensi-milla
Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya
I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush
The chronic nigga

Girl yo' shit's the chronic
(chronic chronic)
(shit's the chronic baby)
Like a strawberry bag of weed
(like a strawberry, bag of weed I)
One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW!
Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep
(she'll put yo' ass to sleep)
(ahh, na na)

I'm addicted to the chronic
(said I'm addicted to it, baby)
Baby girl what'cha doin to me
(what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me)
Ain't nothin like the chronic
(ain't nothin like it nah nah nah)
She'll put yo' ass to sleep
(she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3)

Let's be real about a pimp
how long did you think she was just going to take it
han
you thought she was just going to take it
all you new hot young fresh bitchs
doin old shit
oh she been doin it
member member
I remember
I'm sho remember too
member when she first came out
member she sexy and you
aw look at this bitch
who do this bitch think she is
showin her shit
member why she cant she just rap member that what you said


and now look what the f**k is ya talkin about
why what;what you mad at her fa
han what you say
her titts got big
bitch you got yo regular titts
why they didt work fo ya
han what; what you
oh no thats excuses
just emit nigga
that there are winners and loser
shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do
be good at it
be the best loser you can be
and if that dont work out fa ya
do me this one favor
shut the f**k up

Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours

Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back
Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em
Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em
Play all day on the Siruis, radio
Satellite TV, who do it like me?
In designer outfits, while sellin the tag
Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag
Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass
Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass
Number one rule, think B.I.G.
50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours

Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know
The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold
Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo'
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall
Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it up
Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star
Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car
You been with a chump pah; like Ashton
was the first one to "Punk" y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off
It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for
Family and friends be the only ones missin boy
Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for
Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours?

Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours

You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit
Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit
Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine
Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline
I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime
Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time
Other niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mine
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine
You niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine
Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down

When it's my last day,
then it's my last day
But until that day,
you can't take away
How they scream my name,
how I pimp this game
Critically acclaimed,
until my last day

Y'all better stand up or sit down,
cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
I'ma live it up,
'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
Glass house in Bel-Air that's,
high up in the mountain
Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
'Til my last day,
I'm goin hard
And I ain't slowin up,
'til the Heliport's in my back yard
'Til my whole team sign they
name on that black card
'Til I bring New York back,
'til I show you where I'm from
'Til I show you how it's done,
show you why I'm number one
'Til my peeps is out the hood,
'til I buy my moms a jet
'Til I own my first island
and cash a trillion dollar check
'Til I'm at the top of Forbes'
richest lookin kosher
With my name and my picture,
right next to Oprah
In negotiations with
Bill Gates and his broker
'Til I'm with Jehovah it
ain't over 'til it's over

When it's my last day,
then it's my last day
But until that day,
you can't take away
How they scream my name,
how I pimp this game
Critically acclaimed,
until my last day

Besides God, what the fuck should I fear?
The only one could stop me
is that chick in the mirror
I built my career on,
blood sweat and tears
And I'm still here,
gettin stronger each year
Cause what don't kill me,
could only help build me
I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy
If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty
If you was missin a spine
you'd still have to feel me
Some came and went but your girl is everlasting
'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping)
And niggaz droppin tears on my Versace casket
And I'm, reunited with Big,
like nigga what happened?
Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion
By now they should realize
I'm not the average rap chick
Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey,
it ain't mine

When it's my last day,
then it's my last day
But until that day,
you can't take away
How they scream my name,
how I pimp this game
Critically acclaimed,
until my last day

Until my heartbeat stops,
my flesh goes numb
And the last breath leaves my lung,
I'll be The big Q.B.,
the problem in Prada
The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become
I been hated on many times,
adored and idolized
Check your stats, I'm all that,
bottom line
It's all there in black and white,
read it and weep
I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street
Cause when it's all said
and done and at the end of the day
My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time
So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind
So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics
I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets
Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome
I'm the ghost of Big so you could
never get rid of me

When it's my last day,
then it's my last day
But until that day,
you can't take away
How they scream my name,
how I pimp this game
Critically acclaimed,
until my last day

[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 &#24953;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...

[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*}

[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 cr&egrave;me
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

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

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

[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)