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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything *Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh *Repeat (x2) Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. *Repeat (x2) Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! *Repeat (x2) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(feat. Mase & Lil' Kim)
Mase (talking): Just show me the Bounce J, once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything J.D. (overlapping Mase) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Mase Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh J.D. (Chorus) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with (Repeat) J.D. Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. Chorus Lil' Kim Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Let's be real about a pimp
how long did you think she was just going to take it han you thought she was just going to take it all you new hot young fresh bitchs doin old shit oh she been doin it member member I remember I'm sho remember too member when she first came out member she sexy and you aw look at this bitch who do this bitch think she is showin her shit member why she cant she just rap member that what you said and now look what the f**k is ya talkin about why what;what you mad at her fa han what you say her titts got big bitch you got yo regular titts why they didt work fo ya han what; what you oh no thats excuses just emit nigga that there are winners and loser shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do be good at it be the best loser you can be and if that dont work out fa ya do me this one favor shut the f**k up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Let's be real about a pimp
how long did you think she was just going to take it han you thought she was just going to take it all you new hot young fresh bitchs doin old shit oh she been doin it member member I remember I'm sho remember too member when she first came out member she sexy and you aw look at this bitch who do this bitch think she is showin her shit member why she cant she just rap member that what you said and now look what the f**k is ya talkin about why what;what you mad at her fa han what you say her titts got big bitch you got yo regular titts why they didt work fo ya han what; what you oh no thats excuses just emit nigga that there are winners and loser shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do be good at it be the best loser you can be and if that dont work out fa ya do me this one favor shut the f**k up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no, In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa Fresh out the federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters (Chorus) Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Brooklyn style, that's how we do it Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it (Chorus) Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no, In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa Fresh out the federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters (Chorus) Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Brooklyn style, that's how we do it Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it (Chorus) Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up |
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from Lil' Kim - Whoa (2006)
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no, In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa Fresh out the federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters (Chorus) Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Brooklyn style, that's how we do it Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it (Chorus) Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat) Ladies and gentleman without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch [Lil' Kim] Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your concern Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms If you only knew like Aaliyah How your man be hawking me and stalking me When he fucking you he see me Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey Easy, believe me, my words is credible Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die 1 - [Lil' Kim] I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one) Cause you can't win (You can't win) Repeat 1 Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane I moved on to bigger and better things Y'all still making minimum wage First on stage, like the ever I graze Leave you amazed And keep the fifth by the rib cage All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes You's a gangster, prove it Wanna shoot me, do it That's word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that ass on fire That's how you work with barbed wire Carve my name in your face Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme Cocoa butter crème That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory I mean practically, the shit is whack for me Mama bear, finally out of hibernating Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two Nothing left to do Move it in there, cathedral ceilings Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings P Diddy introduced me to the business side Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels Still on tricycles, riding bicycles Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts On the countdown, don't make me laugh Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff They say we twins then I'm the better half I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern This court is adjourned And now it's your turn bitch Repeat 1 (2x) [Puff Daddy] Can you feel me? I just wanna know if y'all can feel me I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there It's not a game, we're back And this time we're not going anywhere Number one, that's my bitch Recognize! Ya feel me? Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Puff Daddy] Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat) Ladies and gentleman without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch [Lil' Kim] Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your concern Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms If you only knew like Aaliyah How your man be hawking me and stalking me When he fucking you he see me Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey Easy, believe me, my words is credible Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die 1 - [Lil' Kim] I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one) Cause you can't win (You can't win) Repeat 1 Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane I moved on to bigger and better things Y'all still making minimum wage First on stage, like the ever I graze Leave you amazed And keep the fifth by the rib cage All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes You's a gangster, prove it Wanna shoot me, do it That's word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that ass on fire That's how you work with barbed wire Carve my name in your face Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme Cocoa butter crème That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory I mean practically, the shit is whack for me Mama bear, finally out of hibernating Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two Nothing left to do Move it in there, cathedral ceilings Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings P Diddy introduced me to the business side Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels Still on tricycles, riding bicycles Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts On the countdown, don't make me laugh Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff They say we twins then I'm the better half I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern This court is adjourned And now it's your turn bitch Repeat 1 (2x) [Puff Daddy] Can you feel me? I just wanna know if y'all can feel me I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there It's not a game, we're back And this time we're not going anywhere Number one, that's my bitch Recognize! Ya feel me? Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Gettin' Money/White Chalk/Get Money-6 Tracks (1996)
[Chorus hooks:]
[Method Man] I got more glocks and tecks than you [Biggie Smalls] Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em [x2] [Trife] I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk I know you hear me Nigga talk [Larceny] Nigga I'm weak-in, can't move my mouth to speak-in They caught me creepin Deep in the hood peepin Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in But fucked up because my heart's still beatin I can't sleep, thinkin how I'mma creep Burners to squeeze but can't get up to help my ememies [Trife] Psychopath, when the days of wrath Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it And who da fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them bastards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched to terror You could pray all day but still gone die anyway [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny] When I come, I'm comin right Fuck tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you Nigga catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen Fuck the yappin I'mma, step the fuck up and start clappin Double action Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction Clickin off reaction [Larceny] All those robberies we breezed Backed down DTs Feelin the murder disease Thou shall die when I catch you And lick you in your eye Nigga, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in drugs Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs Engraved, with the mark of the beast The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny, Trife] Murder's the death penalty Don't need nobody Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick [Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique] Now who goes the road against it [Trife] Niggaz got drama I'ma kill his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for bitchin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos Fuckin witta pro I hit, I don't miss Niggaz spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt Tryin ta put in work But only gettin ya fuckin self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherfucker |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Gettin' Money/White Chalk/Get Money-6 Tracks (1996)
[Chorus hooks:]
[Method Man] I got more glocks and tecks than you [Biggie Smalls] Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em [x2] [Trife] I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk I know you hear me Nigga talk [Larceny] Nigga I'm weak-in, can't move my mouth to speak-in They caught me creepin Deep in the hood peepin Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in But fucked up because my heart's still beatin I can't sleep, thinkin how I'mma creep Burners to squeeze but can't get up to help my ememies [Trife] Psychopath, when the days of wrath Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it And who da fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them bastards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched to terror You could pray all day but still gone die anyway [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny] When I come, I'm comin right Fuck tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you Nigga catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen Fuck the yappin I'mma, step the fuck up and start clappin Double action Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction Clickin off reaction [Larceny] All those robberies we breezed Backed down DTs Feelin the murder disease Thou shall die when I catch you And lick you in your eye Nigga, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in drugs Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs Engraved, with the mark of the beast The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny, Trife] Murder's the death penalty Don't need nobody Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick [Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique] Now who goes the road against it [Trife] Niggaz got drama I'ma kill his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for bitchin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos Fuckin witta pro I hit, I don't miss Niggaz spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt Tryin ta put in work But only gettin ya fuckin self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherfucker |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Yea uh fuck that yo I want some pussy tonight I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit Only because she got some money for me and shit I think about fuckin her And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do but check it How you spell cash? C's and some hash At last a nigga kickin game full blast How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey Clock me workin real hard for a nickel He drive a tricycle and his pants too little And his shoes too little Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks That make sure your kicks fit The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free So all you got to do for me is just Make your way to my king sized bed And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread Keep the pussy out the other man's bed Just gimme some head, gimme some head Chorus: Ceas: If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it Ceas: If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it Kim: If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it [Lil' Kim] Some bitches do and some bitches don't Ride a dick until he brush it I know I won't Niggas cum too fast for me A waste of a good dick if you ask me I like a nigga like to put his back in it If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it All I get, few strokes that's it This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy This nigga here bust off snorin He straight, I knew this date would be borin I wanna wake him up to do his duty Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty You wanna steal the pussy like a thief Now I'm twistin lips without the teeth So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru Goodnight to you too boo Chorus [Ceas] Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo) Well if he cum up on your chest slow If not then your not down with me Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G. Capone, Nino, or Bugsy Don't ask Kim for a date, she want her pussy ate Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(feat. Bun B, Twista)
(Chorus) Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin' Honey girl Queen B double E-E I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin' Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin' (Chorus) (Verse 2: Bun B) Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch (Chorus) (Verse 3: Twista) Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit Then I snatch that chain When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends And his Benz, make him cash that train Come out the dark and get the lights on Turn together, get it up Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin' Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm Well come over hear I got a little heat for that AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves And duct tape I can get what I want Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches We don't give a fuck (Chorus) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am here live Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T I don't know what it take I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry How the f**k do you get in the industry and then stay there Every time you come out you got some more hot shit Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go That's what the f**k I meant to do That's living legendship You just livin', that's how I've been But if you don't watch your mouth Somebody might take it apart too |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am here live Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T I don't know what it take I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry How the f**k do you get in the industry and then stay there Every time you come out you got some more hot shit Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go That's what the f**k I meant to do That's living legendship You just livin', that's how I've been But if you don't watch your mouth Somebody might take it apart too |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah.. [Twista] Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!" Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false If the straps don't bleed y'all We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl (Come and roll with this) Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this It's the Duke and the Duchess Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches Niggaz you cannot touch this It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord More power than a drug lord Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash Ain't no missin on no critical condition Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass Feel the flow when I drop it Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us All my true thugs and all my real bitches Won'tcha come and ride with us Do it like a hustler Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us All my true thugs and all my real bitches Won'tcha come and ride with us [Lil' Kim] It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M Bout to shut yo' shit down Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim Y'all know you done fucked up (now whassup - y'all better come roll with us) Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this) For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this) What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million But the billion jackpot's what I aim for Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR! Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers Bank account hold eight straight numbers Ain't no room for you whack newcomers We the people's choice because we kick that nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss All my bitches pop that thing like this All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] [Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot? [K.I.M.] Like a gun shot [K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold? [Twista] Well I think so [Twista] Kim do you got dranks [K.I.M.] Crist' by the box [K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes [Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll [Lil' Kim] Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer Strapped while I roll on chrome Lookin for the ones we at war with When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome [Twista] Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever Havin big dreams while we back up this work together Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip Even if we gotta slang dubs Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus Two: Lil' Kim] Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista Might as well ride with us Nigga groupies, girl groupies They're all gon' side with us Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess You need to give it up We gon' take over the world Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] [Chorus Two] [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Kim - Thug Luv (2003)
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah.. [Twista] Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!" Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false If the straps don't bleed y'all We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl (Come and roll with this) Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this It's the Duke and the Duchess Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches Niggaz you cannot touch this It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord More power than a drug lord Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash Ain't no missin on no critical condition Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass Feel the flow when I drop it Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us All my true thugs and all my real bitches Won'tcha come and ride with us Do it like a hustler Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us All my true thugs and all my real bitches Won'tcha come and ride with us [Lil' Kim] It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M Bout to shut yo' shit down Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim Y'all know you done fucked up (now whassup - y'all better come roll with us) Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this) For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this) What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million But the billion jackpot's what I aim for Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR! Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers Bank account hold eight straight numbers Ain't no room for you whack newcomers We the people's choice because we kick that nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss All my bitches pop that thing like this All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] [Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot? [K.I.M.] Like a gun shot [K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold? [Twista] Well I think so [Twista] Kim do you got dranks [K.I.M.] Crist' by the box [K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes [Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll [Lil' Kim] Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer Strapped while I roll on chrome Lookin for the ones we at war with When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome [Twista] Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever Havin big dreams while we back up this work together Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip Even if we gotta slang dubs Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus Two: Lil' Kim] Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista Might as well ride with us Nigga groupies, girl groupies They're all gon' side with us Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess You need to give it up We gon' take over the world Whatchu know about Thug Luv? [Chorus] [Chorus Two] [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Kim - Thug Luv (2003)
Swizz Beatz (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) I introduce to you (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) The Queen Bee (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) Ladies and Gentleman... [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee I am who I am, you just can't change me No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me People been around me for years, don't know shit about me Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green The trendsetter's back on your TV screen [Chorus: Mashonda] This is who I am (This is who I am) This is what I be (This is what I be) People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) Tryna change me (Tryna change me) Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) No, no, no (No, no, no) Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) No, no, no (No, no, no) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] About five feet even, kinda small in the waist Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes Anything goes when you play with the pro's I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars This is who I am [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin' Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus But God made me what I am today So I say things ya'll afraid to say Just 'cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest He who burns last, burns the longest Fuck what they say about me Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G. The Queen of New York, let's get this straight I'm about to be elected mayor of 718 [Chorus 2x] [Outro during Chorus Swizz Beatz] If you in the club You are listening to the sounds Of the [scratch] Queen Bee baby Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby Mashonda on the hook I go by the name of... the Monster Swizz Beatz You are listening to the Queen Bee Bee baby |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
Swizz Beatz (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) I introduce to you (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) The Queen Bee (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) Ladies and Gentleman... [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee I am who I am, you just can't change me No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me People been around me for years, don't know shit about me Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green The trendsetter's back on your TV screen [Chorus: Mashonda] This is who I am (This is who I am) This is what I be (This is what I be) People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) Tryna change me (Tryna change me) Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) No, no, no (No, no, no) Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) No, no, no (No, no, no) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] About five feet even, kinda small in the waist Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes Anything goes when you play with the pro's I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars This is who I am [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin' Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus But God made me what I am today So I say things ya'll afraid to say Just 'cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest He who burns last, burns the longest Fuck what they say about me Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G. The Queen of New York, let's get this straight I'm about to be elected mayor of 718 [Chorus 2x] [Outro during Chorus Swizz Beatz] If you in the club You are listening to the sounds Of the [scratch] Queen Bee baby Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby Mashonda on the hook I go by the name of... the Monster Swizz Beatz You are listening to the Queen Bee Bee baby |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
Yo.. I just don't understand
Lately, it seems like.. I don't know It just seems like.. it seems like Everybody wants My style, my life, my blood My shoes, my clothes, my gear My watch, my rings, my chain My cars, my money, my home My body, my sweat, my tears My power, my fame, my strength My shit, my this, my that Bitches, please! If you don't stop; Someone's gonna find yo' ass dead (this is a warning) Someone's gonna poison your food (this is a warning) Someone's puttin tags on your toes (this is a warning) Someone better pray for you (this is a warning) Someone's gonna get yo' keys (this is a warning) Someone's gonna open your door (this is a warning) Someone's gonna creep in your house (this is a warning) And put the {*chk-chk*} straight in your, mouuuuuth ... This is a woman's, THREAT (this is a woman's) Have you ever heard the story, about the M.A.F.I.A. tip See Big Poppa was shot, a long long long long time ago And when he was killed , he left me with the throne And now it seems like, everyone wants my blood If you don't stop; Someone's gonna find yo' ass dead (this is a warning) Someone's gonna poison your food (this is a warning) Someone's puttin tags on your toes (this is a warning) Someone better pray for you (this is a warning) Someone's gonna get yo' keys (this is a warning) Someone's gonna open your door (this is a warning) Someone's gonna creep in your house (this is a warning) And put the {*chk-chk*} straight in your, mouuuuuth Don't stop, no no You'll be sorry Keep doin it, you'll see You'll be cryin I know, whatchu doin Cause I'm watchin Hohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh Aiyyo! |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah) Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga) It's the jump off (Come on) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off) Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off And back up before the hive let the pump off In the graveyard is where you get dumped off All we wanna do is party (Woo!) And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari Spread love that's what a real mob do Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace Or out come the beast We the best still there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good, East coast West coast worldwide All my playas in the hood stay fly And if your ballin let me hear you say rite (rite) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) Special delivery for you and yours (Now) I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) If you rep for your hood then make some noise I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....WHOA!!!!! Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) Bet it all playa fuck the price Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice Been around the world cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah) Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!) You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!) Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah) Now everybody come get with the lingo Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body) I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
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[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah) Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga) It's the jump off (Come on) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off) Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off And back up before the hive let the pump off In the graveyard is where you get dumped off All we wanna do is party (Woo!) And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari Spread love that's what a real mob do Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace Or out come the beast We the best still there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good, East coast West coast worldwide All my playas in the hood stay fly And if your ballin let me hear you say rite (rite) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) Special delivery for you and yours (Now) I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) If you rep for your hood then make some noise I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....WHOA!!!!! Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) Bet it all playa fuck the price Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice Been around the world cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah) Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!) You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!) Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah) Now everybody come get with the lingo Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body) I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Verse 1 Lil' Kim] Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks Come through with a thousand crooks I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap Well let's dance... you lames is finished I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis Act like you want some of this and I'm a give you the business You see the yellow and the black, you know what it's about Wrinkled assed niggas this iron'll straighten you out I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south That'll stick with a AIDS needle and piss in your mouth I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em lose Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate Lil' Kim the postergirl of 718 Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight After it's cooked, chopped them eights the size of plates You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina It's the dick licker, it's the... the baby sipper Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker Baby girl pussy get wetter than a shower cap Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' this beat You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section and you hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7 And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha The boss lady, I hold it down for my babies Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive! [Verse 2: Reeks] Yo It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets Breeze in' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech Then that's 32 shots, I throwback like Mitchell and Ness Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct [Chorus: Kim] The Beehive! Fuckin', fuckin' Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon bitch Beehive! Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out The Beehive! [Verse 3: Bunky S.A.] Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months Sprinklin' gun powder, all ova the haze on my blunt I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out 'Cause I can do that with razor blades up in my mouth Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes Listen up for 2003 tan rover Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers Wanna murda 16, we the niggas you call Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll [Chorus] [Verse 4: Vee] (Uh, yo) Im Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets 'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin When I throw you over the bridge, who helpin' you swim you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave 'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead The next step is to off you, dead I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive) See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for checks Even if I know you, I demand respect And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (The Beehive) [Chorus] [Verse 5: Goldie] It's young Goldie, the Advakid, a put you to rest I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive) And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles Don't make me have to reach for the lead You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that 'Cause ya'll know bullets fly in pairs like Pitti pat (Beehive) [Chorus] Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out The Beehive! |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
[Guy]:
Damn baby Can't believe you bagged Lil Kim. [Biggie]: Oh yeah that bitch on my dick man. She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch. [Guy 2]: Word? [Biggie]: I'm a knock her ass. But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though. [Guy 2]: I want to I want to man. But that bitch want some eatin pussy shit yo. I'm not tryin to fuck with that kid. [Guy]: Yeah but the other one. The little short one with the fat ass. [Guy 2]: Where? [Guy]: Thinkin right there. I'm think I could put it in the ass. [Biggie]: I'm a tell ya'll something. I'm a fuck Kim. I'm a take her up in the room. [Guy 2]: I want that one right there. [Biggie]: With the ponytail? [Guy]: Yeah [Biggie]: Yeah fuck her fuck her. [Guy 2]: I'm a fuck her good. Take that! Take that yo. [Guy]: No doubt. [Biggie]: We gon fuck the shit out these bitches. [Guy]: I'm gon take that out right now. [Biggie]: We gon fuck the shit out these bitches. [Guy 2]: That's anal right there. [Biggie]: Anal? [Guy]: Anal baby. [Biggie]: Fuckin anal. I'm don't give a fuck. |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh [Lil Kim:] To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes Boosters sellin' clothes And all my ghetto bitches in the projects Coming through like bulldozers No, we ain't sober Bum bitches know better than to start shit Niggas love a hard bitch One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar Kidnap the senator Make him call his wife and say he never coming home Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits *laughs (ha,ha,ha) What? I'm loving this shit Queen Bitch! What bitch you know can thug it like this? Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back With no strings attached Yeah nigga, picture that! I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us No Doubt! Ay yo, yo Come here so I can bust in ya mouth 1 - [Lil' Kim](Mr. Bristal) (Ay yo, come on here bitch) Nigga FUCK YOU (No, FUCK YOU BITCH) Who you talking to? (Why you actin' like a BITCH?) Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] No, no, no, no All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!) Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y. The BX, the chron-chron And the list goes on and on (On and on and on) Like Erykah Badu Once he drink the Remi down Ooh I got this nigga now He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind like niggas be doin' Yeah baby, I love you long time Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya I might not even fuck ya Just lay me on this bed and give me some head Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy Been doin' this for years, no need to practice Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this Niggas know he gave me all his cake I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] I'ma keep it real For the doe I might kill I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance Cum all on his pants I met him at the studio He showed up with his homeboy named Julio I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?' Hope you know you paying extra for this fuckin' third eye Something about him, I knew he was a phony Put the burner in his mouth 'Fool, Give me my money!' He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick All they can do for me is suck my clit I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none! Repeat 1 fade out |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Baby I missed you
I missed you to. I waited a long time for this. So why you aint come see me, no commisary or nuttin. I aint wanna see my bird in no cage. But im ready to take care of you now. Now, after three years, three muthafuckin years, nigga you know what (gun cock) Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kid its the gangstrasis, what u think this is nigga calm yourself, its just a little robbery you got strickin with the poverties callin me call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow, spectaculous, miraculous i practice this for a livin like the budhism yom yom rain ge ki ask tina, nuttin got shit ta do with me and you or the 44 under the pillow what the deal do, i like to play while im workin and thats for certain, keep jerkin, i aint done with you lights, camera, curtains, in a second the show begins, invite your family and friends they gots ta see this or they wouldnt believe this, u got stuck and left naked with a hard penis. chorus x2 It dont take nuttin for you to love me baby it dont take nuttin for you to love me if you're feelin like i do then i know you want it too it dont take nuttin for you to spend a little doe. i heard about the carjacks and all the contracts out on me, by your man big d stink gucara i bought his life for 3 g's then some watches, then wet him like galoshes no need to be mad they already gone, him and your hit man had somethin going on we caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car you know the place where the willies are always frontin in they ??? sippin dom p's and cristies i remenesce how it used to be on the run from police we bust shotties out of mazaradi's bloodie bodies |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Verse 1:
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M And not B-I-G R-I-P baby I rep BK in the NYC Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D And since '96 a chick been on t.v. Like MTV and BET So TRL and 106 I'm in heavy R-O when they play my shit Mama push whips like BM dubs And your BM trip when she see me in the club Ya man 5-0 I don't see him in the club Cuz he out in CT with a dick in his butt Ya stay OT While I stay OC Thats out the country with the A-R-A-B's With my girl M to the O to the E She ride like a soldier Thats my Kobe I'm Bella to that death and, don't ask why Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y And I'm more nigga than them bitch ass guys Cause they took the stand on the D.A.'s side Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 2: I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A. Take the Spyder down the strip when I'm in V-A The game slow gotta put a little work in D.C. I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P. On ESPN or NBC I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B. Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's You gotta body a motherfucker to impress me My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV And they air somethin out on the A-V-E I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E Get at niggaz quick if they try to move me A.S.A.P. like T.I.P. You get chopped and screwed honeygirl don't play Nigga we "Ridin' Dirty" like U.G.K. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 3: Make a wish when you see me like a falling star Gave a lot of y'all careers CPR First lady at the top of R-A-P I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E B-I-G M-O-M-M-A No info for the D.E.A. Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tapped the cell and the phone in my basement The IRS tryin to take my pay And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A. I locks it I'm toxic like DDT My flow get'cha high like PCP I'm number one downloaded on your MP3 I bang on you niggaz like an MPC I make a nigga nut in his DNG's Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Verse 1:
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M And not B-I-G R-I-P baby I rep BK in the NYC Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D And since '96 a chick been on t.v. Like MTV and BET So TRL and 106 I'm in heavy R-O when they play my shit Mama push whips like BM dubs And your BM trip when she see me in the club Ya man 5-0 I don't see him in the club Cuz he out in CT with a dick in his butt Ya stay OT While I stay OC Thats out the country with the A-R-A-B's With my girl M to the O to the E She ride like a soldier Thats my Kobe I'm Bella to that death and, don't ask why Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y And I'm more nigga than them bitch ass guys Cause they took the stand on the D.A.'s side Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 2: I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A. Take the Spyder down the strip when I'm in V-A The game slow gotta put a little work in D.C. I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P. On ESPN or NBC I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B. Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's You gotta body a motherfucker to impress me My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV And they air somethin out on the A-V-E I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E Get at niggaz quick if they try to move me A.S.A.P. like T.I.P. You get chopped and screwed honeygirl don't play Nigga we "Ridin' Dirty" like U.G.K. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 3: Make a wish when you see me like a falling star Gave a lot of y'all careers CPR First lady at the top of R-A-P I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E B-I-G M-O-M-M-A No info for the D.E.A. Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tapped the cell and the phone in my basement The IRS tryin to take my pay And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A. I locks it I'm toxic like DDT My flow get'cha high like PCP I'm number one downloaded on your MP3 I bang on you niggaz like an MPC I make a nigga nut in his DNG's Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) No more Mrs. Nice Bitch Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some sheist shit Sellin they soul when love is priceless They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt A street grudge put me in front of a judge But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play And real niggaz get railroaded everyday Words misconstrued and used against you Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation A year and a day, three years probation Public humiliation, poor representation Guilty by association Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects And that's worth more than material objects A lot of things when they know you got it You a target, and now they tryin to get in the pockets Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip I had to say it, cause I'm that real with it You shinin like a star, then you gotta deal with it And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed Better watch it 'fore they write a book about like Superhead Fuck 'em and leave 'em then they after your paper Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha All it takes is some green and your face on the screen Fuck it, just say I took one for the team Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit I set you up for the right piece of change And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin All cause some shit was blown out of proportion Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you Now I can see why they all on me Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) No more Mrs. Nice Bitch Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some sheist shit Sellin they soul when love is priceless They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt A street grudge put me in front of a judge But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play And real niggaz get railroaded everyday Words misconstrued and used against you Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation A year and a day, three years probation Public humiliation, poor representation Guilty by association Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects And that's worth more than material objects A lot of things when they know you got it You a target, and now they tryin to get in the pockets Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip I had to say it, cause I'm that real with it You shinin like a star, then you gotta deal with it And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed Better watch it 'fore they write a book about like Superhead Fuck 'em and leave 'em then they after your paper Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha All it takes is some green and your face on the screen Fuck it, just say I took one for the team Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit I set you up for the right piece of change And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin All cause some shit was blown out of proportion Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you Now I can see why they all on me Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop B.I.G., rock-rock on Uh huh, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop Queen Bee, rock-rock on [Lil' Kim] Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that She wack, but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks Your career is on the rocks again Yeah, I'm back on top, what? You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com Read the 27th Psalm, sing along The Lord is the light of my salvation Thou shall fear when He calls So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!) Still that's not all, bitches have the goal To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Lil' Kim] Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see ya'll! Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings Once, got to switch my pitch up Pin-stripped suits BaGari specs Black pearls around the neck Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble You can never be me, you can only resemble Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Mario] Stop wastin' all of your time Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin' Don't know that she's the Queen Why can't you see? Ya'll should just believe Everyone's trying to tell you [Lil' Kim] If I talk freaky - then that's my business If I dress freaky - then that's my business Got hoes praticin' how to spit like this Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me In five years, you'll be as nice as me But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready I'm a single black female and this goes out to heady [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop B.I.G., rock-rock on Uh huh, and it don't stop Yeah yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop Queen Bee, rock-rock on [Lil' Kim] Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that She wack, but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks Your career is on the rocks again Yeah, I'm back on top, what? You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com Read the 27th Psalm, sing along The Lord is the light of my salvation Thou shall fear when He calls So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!) Still that's not all, bitches have the goal To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Lil' Kim] Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see ya'll! Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings Once, got to switch my pitch up Pin-stripped suits BaGari specs Black pearls around the neck Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble You can never be me, you can only resemble Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me [Mario] Stop wastin' all of your time Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin' Don't know that she's the Queen Why can't you see? Ya'll should just believe Everyone's trying to tell you [Lil' Kim] If I talk freaky - then that's my business If I dress freaky - then that's my business Got hoes praticin' how to spit like this Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me In five years, you'll be as nice as me But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready I'm a single black female and this goes out to heady [Mario] (Lil' Kim) If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard she sniffin' coke - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit Nah Biggie wrote her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail She done fucked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits Why is y'all on my shit damn - SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (so high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', rack-n-pinion stearin' Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (what they say?) (Chorus) I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin' You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggaz business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why is ya'll on my shit damn SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 1) Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why don't ya'll get off her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 2) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', ??? Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-Tip, niggas be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (What they say?) (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Damn ya'll stay on her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 3) I just keep climbing up the ladder, ya'll never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggas business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Man get off my girls shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Outro) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why is ya'll on my shit damn SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 1) Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why don't ya'll get off her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 2) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', ??? Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-Tip, niggas be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (What they say?) (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Damn ya'll stay on her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 3) I just keep climbing up the ladder, ya'll never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggas business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Man get off my girls shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Outro) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Kim]
Does she do it like me? Does she work that body? Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie Do she handle it like she got a deep throat? I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke Does she like to have sex high off the X? Try it with me and tell me who's the best Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat? Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep? 1 - Bet you she don't fuck you Like you know I fuck you And I bet you she will never do, oh All the things I'll do for you Is she drop-dead fine? Does she like it from behind? Is she fly? Do she got a style like mine? Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it? Tell you how you feel when you inside it You love me, and I know she know Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go" Girls know not to leave they man around me I get my hands on 'em THEY PUTTIN' WEDDIN' BANDS ON ME Repeat 1 I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher Did she tell you that? The bitch is a liar People spend doe to see me spit fire And niggas give they life to be with me for one night I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see I bet you she don't even know how to kiss And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this Repeat 1 Repeat 1 And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you No, baby Repeat 1 to fade |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Kim]
Does she do it like me? Does she work that body? Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie Do she handle it like she got a deep throat? I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke Does she like to have sex high off the X? Try it with me and tell me who's the best Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat? Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep? 1 - Bet you she don't fuck you Like you know I fuck you And I bet you she will never do, oh All the things I'll do for you Is she drop-dead fine? Does she like it from behind? Is she fly? Do she got a style like mine? Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it? Tell you how you feel when you inside it You love me, and I know she know Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go" Girls know not to leave they man around me I get my hands on 'em THEY PUTTIN' WEDDIN' BANDS ON ME Repeat 1 I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher Did she tell you that? The bitch is a liar People spend doe to see me spit fire And niggas give they life to be with me for one night I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see I bet you she don't even know how to kiss And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this Repeat 1 Repeat 1 And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't fuck you No, baby Repeat 1 to fade |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
[Chorus: repeat all 2X]
Bum shake ya, shake ya bum Shake ya bum bum {*repeat 3X*} Bum shake ya, shake ya bum Bum shake ya, shake ya bum [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] We 'bout to crush all competition Ain't no chance for ya'll Lil' Kim and Shanice, we 'bout to dance on ya'll Like a flow in the club, it don't matter where you come from USA to UK, shake ya bum bum Sean Paul dime, keep my hair done all the time Even got a manicurist in the booth while I rhyme Initials on our jackets like Laverne and Sheryl Kids rock my Queen Bee logo like a PowerPuff Girl We stay on tour from summer to winter And we rockin' public schools and daycare centers Uh, united we stand, divided you fall D flawless necklace look like a disco ball Whoa, ya'll don't really want it with the whole Beehive We goin' down in history, the illest gangstas alive Put ya hands on your shoulders, push 'em up, push 'em up If you feel it in your bones, shake it up, shake it up [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil' Shanice] Now I know I ain't grown, but that don't stop me From shakin' my anus See I'm 'bout to blow, I'm soon to be famous Now me and Lil' Kim on the same track is crazy Matter fact you can call that amazing Back to back, shakin' our bum bums Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums In YO, that's where I come from My talents official, act up, the hounds'll come get you You can catch me on my toes in them D&G flip-flops Hopin' outta mommy's new bergundy six drop What, I can't stop what I do for real It's like for ya'll I just got to prove my skills Oh, I got a ring filled with all baguettes Nails done, fresh do, be no regrets All I ask is that ya'll show respect While I do my thing And shake it up with the coolest Queen, uh (Uh) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] + (Lil' Shanice) or *BOTH* Jack Be Nimble (Jack better be quick) It's the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain't spit) Like that news van *There they go again* (On NBC to) *Nickalodean* Sophisticated bad girls (Ya'll them mad girls) Ya'll them birds everybody done had girls While dudes sendin' me diamonds and pearl sweaters (They little brothers send me sneakers and love letters) Next to Bill Gates, I'm tryna be runner up Like the elevater shaft, baby girl is comin' up (It's the ill collaboration from the Brook to the Yonks) No more franks for this ma, now it's lobster and conck To my kids in the hood, this one's for you (Grown folks and grandmas can shake they bum bum too) So come on (Come on) Come on *Come on with it now, get up, get up Get up and get down with the get down* [Chorus] |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Damn, boo, you see honey right there? The little one, yo
Oh, yeah He ain't got no...nah, look at his shi...nah, he ain't got no cash No, fuck that that chain probably B.I.G. chain Hell yeah, you know Biggie's got the fuckin' dollars Yeah, for real You know, let's set that nigga up Nah Yeah Only way you get that motherfucker is with some ass, yo That's the only thing he want now Suck his dick, he probably like that He like menage-a-tois Runnin' pockets, alright? You know Until that mother fucker be asleep or some shit like that, right? Yeah, yeah, let's do that shit Nah, there go the other one Sayin they always let the motherfuckin dumb niggaz hold the cash You know what I mean? You know Little Ceas, let's get that nigga Nah, I'm, I'm scared'a dat nigga You know he look... Biggie gettin' ass on a regular basis. But, so what You never know, yo, let's just try that shit, yo I'm goin' for mine yo, fuck that |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea Yellow Man, yea.. Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me) Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from) Benzino, yea (my nigga) Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh) Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?" Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot Everybody having fun niggas don't stop Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*} Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh) Got up on that ass when she came up in the door Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*} People going hard cause you know the mood is right Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap VIP crowded so I take it to the back Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) 5 in the morning more drinks at the crib Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in! Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend "Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us" Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea) Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon) Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea) This is how we do almost everyday Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... C'MON!! We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
I need you, got to have you Yeah whatever I was sitting at the bar When this real horny guy came over (Hi how are you doing? How are you?) He said won't you let me take you On a ride in my Range Rover I said you can't be serious My Bentley's right outside Plus your breath smells like shit anyway 1 - Oh I need you, oh Gotta have you, oh Just wanna touch you, oh I need your love, yeah Right now Everybody's on the dance floor And this fool is still behind me I am dipping through the crowd now Hoping that he doesn't find me He said baby where you going? (Lil' Kim I love you) Then he grabbed me by the hand And dipped my body to the ground And said Repeat 1 Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut See the party don't stop till the casket drop Like a six double O with the plastic drop Damn is that all you got Hmm baby give it one more shot Got a body like what-what Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt Like it when you sing that song, oh I know you wanna see my thong Repeat 1 Right now, right now I need your love baby I need your love baby |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
I need you, got to have you
Yeah whatever I was sitting at the bar When this real horny guy came over (Hi how are you doing? How are you?) He said won't you let me take you On a ride in my Range Rover I said you can't be serious My Bentley's right outside Plus your breath smells like shit anyway 1 - Oh I need you, oh Gotta have you, oh Just wanna touch you, oh I need your love, yeah Right now Everybody's on the dance floor And this fool is still behind me I am dipping through the crowd now Hoping that he doesn't find me He said baby where you going? (Lil' Kim I love you) Then he grabbed me by the hand And dipped my body to the ground And said Repeat 1 Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut See the party don't stop till the casket drop Like a six double O with the plastic drop Damn is that all you got Hmm baby give it one more shot Got a body like what-what Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt Like it when you sing that song, oh I know you wanna see my thong Repeat 1 Right now, right now I need your love baby I need your love baby |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] S-W nine millimeter, check Long-nose double barreled rifle, check Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check Alright Puff, I'm ready to go Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster (Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana Here take it - in case I don't make it cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA Chorus: Grace Jones Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole.. Lose control.. got nowhere to go.. [Lil' Kim] I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple [Lil' Cease] A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave They at this resteraunt that serve African food where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana Half-African but she looked like Madonna Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep and she the one who told me where these cats is at I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon! Chorus [Lil' Kim] Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby) The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches (Hey baby let me holla at you for a second) I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz" And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies Them niggaz just bitches like ?? Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles Cut his head off, masochist style Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then My trigger finger started itchin Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen and next I get to missin Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over Holes is in his body the size of cup holders One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty (Here, I only got one shot left!) But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death but he was helpless, this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim]
S-W nine millimeter, check Long-nose double barreled rifle, check Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check Alright Puff, I'm ready to go Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster (Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana Here take it - in case I don't make it cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA Chorus: Grace Jones Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole.. Lose control.. got nowhere to go.. [Lil' Kim] I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple [Lil' Cease] A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave They at this resteraunt that serve African food where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana Half-African but she looked like Madonna Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep and she the one who told me where these cats is at I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon! Chorus [Lil' Kim] Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby) The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches (Hey baby let me holla at you for a second) I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz" And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies Them niggaz just bitches like ?? Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles Cut his head off, masochist style Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then My trigger finger started itchin Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen and next I get to missin Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over Holes is in his body the size of cup holders One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty (Here, I only got one shot left!) But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death but he was helpless, this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade) |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Ladies and Gentlemen you are now listening of the sounds of The Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A. Jealous niggas recognise, freak bitches fantasise Aah aah Chorus: Lil Caesar Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, uhh, uhh, uhh uhh (Check it out!) Verse 1: Lil Caesar Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free My GS3 gleams perfectly Lil Cae's get flour like the stems Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A Blunts make my day Friday to Friday stay-be baby plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris My windfall- be rich by sixteen Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream Saw her knockin all ho's, dancin a machine, uhh True bawler, bitch case might call her A little shorty but I like my bitches taller Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust past your shit while Big fuck your bitch Uhh uhh, while your nigga take flicks Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Chorus: Cheek Del Vec One two y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. *repeat x2* One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh Verse 2: Cheek Del Vec I admit back in the days I did stupid shit Now I changed, I'm in to bigger and better things like rockin Cuban change, bitch copped the range Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond rings Pop Moet with my bitch when it rain Drink away the pain, got mad scars on my brain A little nigga rolled for dough Copped ki's across seas and sent a memo from a Cuban kid named Sallio selled mad pulito Coppin 'bout four bricks then I called Nino Meet me at the airport, feds is on the stalk Almost got caught cos the dumb bitch talked How much you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that How much Moveet cost and where my cash stash at? But the feds still couldn't get nuttin JM I'm still stuntin and frontin Chorus: Jamal One two y'all, you know we rock ya Little Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. *repeat x2* One two y'all, you know we rock ya, rock ya Little Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Verse 3: Jamal Mally G a villian, keep niggas feelin my trigger finger enhancin peelin ya dome piece with the chrome piece fat I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather Schemin, bustin on whoever I can ejecta Window, think slow sing low Fuckin with Row Dog Mall you ain't know, aah Remember this funkabist lyricist Blow the premises out the frame wit this killer seen with the guillotine shotty with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya fuckin spot Cockin the Glock, fifty bust, hit the dust This spit shit murderous Huh, now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all and if I have to kill em all, I sure Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. *repeat x2* One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh Verse 4: Biggie I got that rhythm line like Sprite got lemon lime Dina Carradine, keep a hand in all the time My rhymes so much experien when I'm smeer-ien to kissin my lawyer at my hearin-en This day and age my rap is like the plague I married this shit, y'all niggas still engaged Turn blowouts to 360 waves How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n' dippin with money L in the green beamer sip a zeamers on our way to see Katrina She said she need a freak like me like Adina Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina I seen her, lights excite all the freaks Squirtin on curtains, lips, tits and sheets Go beat, meet death, ya dead, ya die Don't fuck with B-I, that's that! |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'm not wit none of that Standin' around lookin' cool and shit I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up And have some motherfuckin' fun You understand what it means to be black? I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back I go by the name of the Puff Daddy But check this shit out Four, five As we procced to give you what you need [Notorious B.I.G] Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts Hangin' with the nigga's don't pay the bills And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit) Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather Two keys, twenty G's, nigga please Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need * - On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga Now how you gon' act wit my nigga? Just remember there's a gun to your dome And I will lick shots and run through your home Or better yet I put your son to the chrome Turn the music up and unplug the phone I will kill him, read my lips You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks See, I flips when I don't see no chips Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga I want the stash, keys, hash, Weed, G's motherfucker, freeze Cock sucker, you better bring the things out Before I blow your motherfucker frame out Nigga what Repeat * [Lil' Kim] Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit Yo fuck that, I'm gon' check these nigga's Fuck that, fuck that What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya Oh, thought you was talkin' To us, um pardon me, my bad I shoulda known Ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers The open surgeons heart removers Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns We buy out everything you claim, including your name Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga's Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll nigga's Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it With the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurl Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl When it comes to m |
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from Mobb Deep - Mobb Muzik [Clean Version] (1999)
[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
Yeah, uh Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Beotch! Come on, yeah Uh, uh He-he y'all ain't ready Come on now, turn me up a little bit Every thing you heard Yo that's my word You play the herd And repeat every word It get on your nerves To see how we swerve Watches that shine Dimes with his and her furs Straight from the curb To the suburb In the black suburb Plucking birds, getting served Y'all ain't never learned How this world turn Thought it was over, huh Now we returned! To whom it may concern When you're hot you burn Maybe it wasn't meant to be Or it just ain't your turn The rules also stern Nigga get what you earn And we still move in silence Nigga ya heard? [Lil' Kim] Y'all know who y'all are Wanna battle? Better call an end to all that shit You legit? Spit a bar What? See I won the show Got the illest flow Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes It's the original And everybody know I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo I'm undroppable, untoppable You can't hold me down Don't you know I'm unstoppable Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh Too many bitches just be licking the dick and And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw Oh something missing The shower pissing All up in your mouth What? You think I'm kidding? Cause everything we do (That's right) We got a right to (Come on) You criticize me we despise you If what they say is true We the baddest crew I'm far from broke So why should I be mad at you? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (Beotch!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (Beotch!) [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) You must be out your mind Or you must be high Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty No where near shy see I make you cry The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby (Oh yeah and by the way) (You got one more day) (All you got to pay boo you got something to say) Yeah bring it on bitch You ain't strong bitch Thought you'd be around long Wrong bitch Got nothing but love (But when push comes to shove) We turn to thugs (And we put on them gloves) Commence to licking slugs You ain't giving up More bags zipping up Fake thug, nigga what? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh (All hail the king and queen) Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's (2000 baby, Bad Boy) You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) (Rock on and on and on) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
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Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Beotch! Come on, yeah Uh, uh He-he y'all ain't ready Come on now, turn me up a little bit Every thing you heard Yo that's my word You play the herd And repeat every word It get on your nerves To see how we swerve Watches that shine Dimes with his and her furs Straight from the curb To the suburb In the black suburb Plucking birds, getting served Y'all ain't never learned How this world turn Thought it was over, huh Now we returned! To whom it may concern When you're hot you burn Maybe it wasn't meant to be Or it just ain't your turn The rules also stern Nigga get what you earn And we still move in silence Nigga ya heard? [Lil' Kim] Y'all know who y'all are Wanna battle? Better call an end to all that shit You legit? Spit a bar What? See I won the show Got the illest flow Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes It's the original And everybody know I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo I'm undroppable, untoppable You can't hold me down Don't you know I'm unstoppable Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh Too many bitches just be licking the dick and And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw Oh something missing The shower pissing All up in your mouth What? You think I'm kidding? Cause everything we do (That's right) We got a right to (Come on) You criticize me we despise you If what they say is true We the baddest crew I'm far from broke So why should I be mad at you? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (Beotch!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (Beotch!) [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) You must be out your mind Or you must be high Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty No where near shy see I make you cry The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby (Oh yeah and by the way) (You got one more day) (All you got to pay boo you got something to say) Yeah bring it on bitch You ain't strong bitch Thought you'd be around long Wrong bitch Got nothing but love (But when push comes to shove) We turn to thugs (And we put on them gloves) Commence to licking slugs You ain't giving up More bags zipping up Fake thug, nigga what? [Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy) Uh, uh Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these weak emcee's With these supreme baller like Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g Y'all niggas sound like me (BEOTCH!) Pardon my French but uh (All hail the king and queen) Sometimes I get kind of Peeved at these week emcee's (2000 baby, Bad Boy) You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch (BEOTCH!) (Rock on and on and on) |
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from High School High (굿모닝 스쿨) by Ira Newborn [omnibus, ost] (1996)
If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch Murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin In the tunnel in Eso's Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer you think you greater, uh (You niggaz got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch) Check my pitch, or send it persona And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin my rolex rich Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Check it out, uhh Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's Got mad guns up in the cabin Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find Chorus: repeat 2X Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals Smokin skunk and mad Phillies Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robbery's a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches She whippin my ride, countin my one' |
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from Big Beat Urban Classics (2002)
[Notorious B.I.G.]Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Niggaz... bitches... Uhh [Chorus: B.I.G.] (Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Slick Rick [Verse One: Lil' Ceasar] 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: x2] [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's, thinkin I'm richest Just the way players play, all day everyday I don't know what else to say I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go' Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know My flow, detrimental to your health Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10 My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be? [Chorus: x2] [Verse Three: Lil' Kim] I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals I kick the rilli with my peeps all day 325's roll by with the windows down halfway D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme Cause they all in line screamin one more time Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
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Hater #1: Hey yo Hater #2: Whatup baby? Hater #1: That little stink ass bitch Kim them little snake niggaz man I don't like that bitch I can't stand that bitch Hater #2: Yeah I see that bitch Hater #1: That's my word yo that's my word son But yo on the real though the bitch do be havin some cheddah and the bitch be rockin some ice Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it Hater #1: I be seein her floatin with little niggaz here now and then, know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: What, them little bitch ass M.A.F.I.A. niggaz? Hater #1: Yeah, them little faggot ass niggaz Hater #2: Them niggaz pussy, kid Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggaz rollin down Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of em on the strength You know what I'm sayin, you know how we roll baby Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: But, am, yo what's up, you wanna get this paper or what? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: Cause they, I'm sayin, I know they sweet You know what I'm sayin? You know how they get down Know what I'm sayin? Hater #2: No doubt Hater #1: I'ma hold them niggaz down, one a them niggaz move a inch, I'm lacin em straight up and down, I'm puttin one in they cabbage Hater #2: No doubt let's make it happen, kid Hater #1: Aight |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
[Kleptomaniac] Why niggaz wanna clock me? like that dance called the chachi Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky Part I, part II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (what?) Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin high representin for the nine-quint Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh) Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS? It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers' Life interceptor, pussy collector Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator Hook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!" [Notorious B.I.G.] Throw gats to *Guiliani* Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out the tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach I strangle each -- negro for they dough Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin 560 V-12 engine, women spinnin in 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha The menage-a-trois around my waist like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's Windows cracked, so sit back relax Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash Hook: repeat 4X [Kleptomaniac] What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt Money makes the world go round, robbin shit Fuck a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs All-wheel automobiles, traction control for clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game on the cel with bitches on hold, that's how we roll (uhh) Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh) Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs -- [Notorious B.I.G.] -- the world is mine! Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets BIG is repellant, to all that "He say, she say" We play, Russian roulette, fuck the threat Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer Nigga, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash No coke, then get some more Hook [Kleptomaniac] Niggaz don't know bout my game, they don't know how complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses and the sex is for summer sports Passports for drug transports to remote resorts Bitches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin figure boots Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes My lyrics explicit Got bitches bringin they own condoms on the first visit [Notorious B.I.G.] If Biggie bring big bowls of beef backin bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherfuckers hate it J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh) BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen 9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear? Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said Niggaz disrespect just are dead... |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Puffy] (Kim) Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby (Uh, uh, uh) Let's go! [Lil' Kim] Ah! Ready or not here I come I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai Win more skins than a crack without dunja Tasty like a sundae (Take that!) (Mmm-da-da) Eat it like a Kit Kat Forge a climax, replay back Lil' Kim records hit the streets DJ's wanna spend that back like Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team While most of y'all broads is just drag queens It's gonna take years before you match our cream And only in your dreams can you see what we see [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do It's the years 2G, things about to change Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane Your girl is lame, huh what? Want a bitch like me what, huh? If it's diamonds you want Baby I got 'em Money in a briefcase Who needs a wallet? Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day A house by the bay so what do you say? Me and you, nigga like running away The game is strip poker, is you ready to play? Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay Put your money and your jewels up one at time And if you lose this game all this shit is mine What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings Royal flush,Ace,ten,jack,king and queen I win give it up! [Lil' Cease] Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do When it comes to sex call me Dr. Ruth I ain't a prostitute I just speak the truth Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle Niggas mention me for a sexual reference Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference A bitch like me gives it on the first date Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait! Cause uh y'all know how I get down (How you get down?) Niggas from the East know how I get down (That's right!) Cats from the West know how I get down (West Side!) From the North to South say Kim you get down! [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do [Puff Daddy] Queen Bee, 2000 Get your backs up off the wall Dance come on Dance come on yeah Dance come on Notorious K.I.M. J.M. come on B.I.G. come on forever come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) I see you come on yeah Come on |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Cease]
Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Puffy] (Kim) Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby (Uh, uh, uh) Let's go! [Lil' Kim] Ah! Ready or not here I come I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai Win more skins than a crack without dunja Tasty like a sundae (Take that!) (Mmm-da-da) Eat it like a Kit Kat Forge a climax, replay back Lil' Kim records hit the streets DJ's wanna spend that back like Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team While most of y'all broads is just drag queens It's gonna take years before you match our cream And only in your dreams can you see what we see [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do It's the years 2G, things about to change Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane Your girl is lame, huh what? Want a bitch like me what, huh? If it's diamonds you want Baby I got 'em Money in a briefcase Who needs a wallet? Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day A house by the bay so what do you say? Me and you, nigga like running away The game is strip poker, is you ready to play? Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay Put your money and your jewels up one at time And if you lose this game all this shit is mine What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings Royal flush,Ace,ten,jack,king and queen I win give it up! [Lil' Cease] Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] (Puffy) Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do When it comes to sex call me Dr. Ruth I ain't a prostitute I just speak the truth Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle Niggas mention me for a sexual reference Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference A bitch like me gives it on the first date Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait! Cause uh y'all know how I get down (How you get down?) Niggas from the East know how I get down (That's right!) Cats from the West know how I get down (West Side!) From the North to South say Kim you get down! [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king, one queen things supposed to be Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance come on Now do it! [Lil' Kim] Niggas lean left Bitches lean right Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do [Puff Daddy] Queen Bee, 2000 Get your backs up off the wall Dance come on Dance come on yeah Dance come on Notorious K.I.M. J.M. come on B.I.G. come on forever come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) Come on (Just dance) I see you come on yeah Come on |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] (Notorious B.I.G.) What? Here's another one What? (Uh-huh uh) What? Uh! Here's another one (Uh-huh) Uh! Uh! Live from NYC it's Q.B. The heavy weight champ female emcee Girls say they different but uh see In all actuality they wanna be me This chick running around with this stink ass gap And them fake ass raps having panic attacks You ain't a star And your record company know that How you make all this money you just fart and blow it? I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you I'm getting money now Them bitches in the hood they can have you Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen Better be careful what you say to me That same shit you shit I'mma make you sniff [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh, uh Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme You ain't a murderer Nigga please come off that I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga You dumb ass nigga Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float We gangsters Real gangsters b Gun in the greenroom up at BET We gangsters Real gangsters nigga Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter We gangsters We gangsters bitch Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh The moral of the story is this You ain't queen bitch And you ain't BIG dick Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss Well shit I'mma break it down like this Lot of rappers in this game That's cool but uh Only one of us could rule You see its sort of like being in school I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes You know bitch I'm worldwide Can't you see? Open your eyes I got you by a landslide Y'all mad cause niggas love my style Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie All my real g's do the gangsta boogie [Notorious B.I.G.] (Kim) It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
[Lil' Kim] (Notorious B.I.G.)
What? Here's another one What? (Uh-huh uh) What? Uh! Here's another one (Uh-huh) Uh! Uh! Live from NYC it's Q.B. The heavy weight champ female emcee Girls say they different but uh see In all actuality they wanna be me This chick running around with this stink ass gap And them fake ass raps having panic attacks You ain't a star And your record company know that How you make all this money you just fart and blow it? I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you I'm getting money now Them bitches in the hood they can have you Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen Better be careful what you say to me That same shit you shit I'mma make you sniff [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh, uh Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme You ain't a murderer Nigga please come off that I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga You dumb ass nigga Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float We gangsters Real gangsters b Gun in the greenroom up at BET We gangsters Real gangsters nigga Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter We gangsters We gangsters bitch Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich [Notorious B.I.G.] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh [Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, uh The moral of the story is this You ain't queen bitch And you ain't BIG dick Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss Well shit I'mma break it down like this Lot of rappers in this game That's cool but uh Only one of us could rule You see its sort of like being in school I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes You know bitch I'm worldwide Can't you see? Open your eyes I got you by a landslide Y'all mad cause niggas love my style Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie All my real g's do the gangsta boogie [Notorious B.I.G.] (Kim) It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O U-S, you just lay down slow Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh) |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital man fuck that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick (Bad Boy Big, c'mon) The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery but the nurses is lovin me Sayin the best part of the day is my half Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes Raw flows, and that's how it goes [Puff Daddy] NOTORIOUS! C'mon.. we are, we are NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is.. he is.. NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's all good, you know who the clone is Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses [Puff Daddy] C'mon y'all.. NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. (what's his name) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! [Lil' Kim] Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim? The Notorious K-I to the M That's me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone Things done changed, but we continue to reign as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos We takin over like Francis Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor! [Puff Daddy] She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah NOTORIOUS! NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?) Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! We are, we are .. Bad Boy 2000 NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! B.I.G. Born Again (he is.. he is..) and he won't stop NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh We are, we are.. (Brooklyn baby) NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS! He is, he is.. |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Riot Musik (2005)
(feat. Method Man)
[Talkbox Parts] [Intro/Talkbox] It's the Mafia [Lil Cease] Uh, uh, say what, say what It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggaz ain't (here we go), say what Let's get it poppin' like the L popped the cris' (get it poppin') Get my mind right so I can slide with a bitch (oohhh) Cease spot her well I got the eye for the chick Ass and tits fat with the juicy lips Mami let me holla at you for a few ticks Get to know your name while you light some spliffs Let me get inside your mind for some major shit Let me put you on to some old gangsta shit (gangsta shit) I step up in the club so fresh and so clean clean (clean clean) Maxout, and Mafia the american dream team (dream team) Big free rollin' on dubs with the bling bling When it comes to stuntin' for it shit ain't no thang thang Niggaz ain't slackin' niggaz just packin' Bet you don't want to see the G-U-N-C'S Shit is off the hook, ma please believe it Move +Dem Thangs+ Like +Angie Martinez+ (for my gangstas) [Chorus/Talkbox] Let's keep it rockin' We got the cris', let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get the smokin', ??? on somethin' Cause I don't see nothin' wrong (no I don't baby) With smokin', bustin', fuckin' hoes all night long [Banger] Hey Mami Peace to all my fly hunnies To all my niggaz gettin' money To all my real gangstas sittin' on 20's Lace your pinky, your wrist your neck full of jewelery Live your life to the fullest if you feel me, bitch Shake it to the left, shake it to the right I put my dick in a hoe every single night (every single night) What more can I say I can show you the best tell it I +Get My Freak On+ way more than +Missy Elliot+ And if you think somethin' sweet We do like uncle L and swing a F through your jeep Ass like trina (take it to the house) Freak like adina (take it in your mouth) Cause if you ain't up on thangs Bang bang be the name J-M-C's the gang I rep M-A-X, O-U-T Blaze hoes from N-Y, cali to south beach (to all my gangstas) [Chorus/Talkbox x2] Let's keep it rockin' We got the cris', let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get the smokin', ??? on somethin' Cause I don't see nothin' wrong (no I don't baby) With smokin', bustin', fuckin' hoes all night long [Cont. Talkbox] It's the mafia, you know there ain't nothin' wrong Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong You know there ain't nothin' wrong I want to fuck you all night long, stop it baby You know there ain't nothin' wrong Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong Smoke a blunt, smoke a blunt Ohh all night long, it's the mafia Oooo let's keep it rockin', it's the mafia It's the mafia, it's the mafia, it's the mafia Oooooo it's the mafiaaaa Mafioso... |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy I didn't mind it when he fucked me from behind It felt fine 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass me bricks credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep I took the keys to the jeep Tell him "I'll be back " go fuck with some other cats Flirtin' gettin' numbers in the summer hoe hop Raw top in my mans drop Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme," Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy the motherfucker never ate my pussy Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U Had a weedspot, used to pump African black He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' The sex was wack, a four stroke creep I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin." He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' Chorus The moral of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I aint with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Not Tonight [single] (1997)
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy I didn't mind it when he fucked me from behind It felt fine 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass me bricks credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep I took the keys to the jeep Tell him "I'll be back " go fuck with some other cats Flirtin' gettin' numbers in the summer hoe hop Raw top in my mans drop Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme," Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy the motherfucker never ate my pussy Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U Had a weedspot, used to pump African black He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' The sex was wack, a four stroke creep I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin." He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' Chorus The moral of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I aint with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Not Tonight [single] (1997)
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy I didn't mind it when he fucked me from behind It felt fine 'specially when he used to grind it He was a trick when I sucked his dick Used to pass me bricks credit cards and shit Suck him to sleep I took the keys to the jeep Tell him "I'll be back " go fuck with some other cats Flirtin' gettin' numbers in the summer hoe hop Raw top in my mans drop Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme," Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy the motherfucker never ate my pussy Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U Had a weedspot, used to pump African black He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' The sex was wack, a four stroke creep I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him "I thought your ass was still sleepin." He laughed, told me he bought a new Path Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' Chorus The moral of the story is this You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this I aint with that frontin' shit I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? Chorus |
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from Lil' Kim - Hard Core (1996)
Heh, heheheh I got, no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh) ( |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
1 - No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red carpet Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX Ain't shit you can tell us Even got some of these niggas jealous But tonight it's not about the fellas With garden perfume from a mile ya smell us Model agencies say it's easy to sell us We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mil, uh Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice We fly like kites never gettin' into fights I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew [Lil' Caesar] Yo I'm saying Q.B. Look at them and look at you [Lil' Kim] TRUE! If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze Every other week a different a dude and other crews I make offers nobody can refuse You might even see me on the channel nine news I get paid just for laying in the shade To take pictures with a glass of lemonade My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade (Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade) Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg Y'all niggas played like a high top fade Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it I rock Versacee and y'all know I ain't paid for it My fam deep with security in the jeep When the Queen come in town everything shut down Repeat 1 [Puffy] Breakdown, uh Let's dance come on Let's dance come on I see you let's go Yeah Queen Bee do it like this [Lil' Kim] I'm the Hines, your highest type numero uno Not a Puertorican but I speak so what'chu know *This is how it should be done The hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip Hip a hop and ya don't stop We rockin' to the bang-bang boogie To up jump the boogie To the boogie to the boogety beat Now what you hear is not a fake It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right) Now I know y'all heard other females rap But they ain't got nothing on me Cause y'all take to my rap Cause my rap's the best A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothing less (Nothing less) So to y'all haters I paid y'all no mind In fact I'mma give it to y'all one more time [Puffy] Uh yeah, what? Come on, bounce, what? Repeat 1 fade out |
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from Lil' Kim - The Notorious Kim (2000)
1 - No matter what people say
We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number one (Come and show me how you do that baby) No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red carpet Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura Girls making faces like Ace Ventura And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX Ain't shit you can tell us Even got some of these niggas jealous But tonight it's not about the fellas With garden perfume from a mile ya smell us Model agencies say it's easy to sell us We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mil, uh Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice We fly like kites never gettin' into fights I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] I'm just trying to be me Doing what I got to do So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew [Lil' Caesar] Yo I'm saying Q.B. Look at them and look at you [Lil' Kim] TRUE! If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze Every other week a different a dude and other crews I make offers nobody can refuse You might even see me on the channel nine news I get paid just for laying in the shade To take pictures with a glass of lemonade My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade (Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade) Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg Y'all niggas played like a high top fade Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it I rock Versacee and y'all know I ain't paid for it My fam deep with security in the jeep When the Queen come in town everything shut down Repeat 1 [Puffy] Breakdown, uh Let's dance come on Let's dance come on I see you let's go Yeah Queen Bee do it like this [Lil' Kim] I'm the Hines, your highest type numero uno Not a Puertorican but I speak so what'chu know *This is how it should be done The hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip Hip a hop and ya don't stop We rockin' to the bang-bang boogie To up jump the boogie To the boogie to the boogety beat Now what you hear is not a fake It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right) Now I know y'all heard other females rap But they ain't got nothing on me Cause y'all take to my rap Cause my rap's the best A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothing less (Nothing less) So to y'all haters I paid y'all no mind In fact I'mma give it to y'all one more time [Puffy] Uh yeah, what? Come on, bounce, what? Repeat 1 fade out |
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from Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Conspiracy (1995)
Intro: Cheek Del Vec Uhh (what?) Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh) My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac) and me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec, aight) Aight! (One love) Uhh, check it (Snake-killin ass niggas, JM one love) Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac Del Vec, little niggas pushing Landcruiser jeeps gettin blunted all day, every day of the week Nights in Maxima's and Acura's Got bitches drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda Drivin rope down south in the Honda I'm behind her in the Pathfinder gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the XL 600 ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what you're doin and gettin loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect Chorus: Larceny Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns *repeat* Verse 2: Trife, Larceny Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha Stashin my guns to protect my ones I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go In the 5-double 0 SL puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip Snakes-murder men formin plots Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop us from gettin the Luchicreno My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life JM shorty's on the run Cocksucker go get your guns Chorus x 1/2 Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up Stick guns I get'cha, spit sperm when I cum Party done, use to hustle bubble with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek I murdered that, we got mad respect Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block I got shit on lock in Little Rock My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop went to jail, put the Benz up for bail Now I'm fucked up in the cut I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks As I look around me, dead bodies surround me Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions Sittin on top, tote Glocks smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420 Bodyin motherfuckers for this money Chorus x2 |
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from Lil' Kim - La Bella Mafia (2003)
(50 cent)
I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what what) maagic I got the magic stick I'm a freak to the core Get a dose once you gonna want some more My tongue touch you girl, your toes bound to curl This exclusive stick I don't share with the world I had you up early in the mornin' moanin' Back shots proper the law can't stop us Been a fiend for this since Rakeim made hits Get the position down pat then its time to switch I rock the boat, I work the middle I speed it up, straight beat it up And I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n I'm in the telly working up a sweat strokin' Tonight's the night you could fall in love You could call your mama right now tell her you met a thug I talk alot of shit cause i can back it up My left stroke's the death stroke (lil kim) I've got the magic clit I know if I get licked once I get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight and I'll show you magic (what what) maagic I've got the magic clit Lil' Kim not a whore but i sex a nigga so good he gotta tell his boys When you come to sex don't test my skills 'Cause my head game have you head over heels Give a 'nigga the chills have him pay my bills Buying matchin Lambos with the same color wheels And I ain't out shoppin' spending dude's c-notes I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throat Tonight Lil' Kim gonna have you in the zone Girls in your crib I'm answering the phone Guys wanna wife me, give me the ring I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything A couple of humps give a nigga goose bumps This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie It's the drugs baby, I'm making you high (50 Cent) I've got the magic stick I know if I can hit once I can hit twice (Lil' Kim) I am the baddest chick Shorty you don't believe me then call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what, what) (50 Cent) Maagic (Lil' Kim) Uh huh, uh huh I got the magic clit I'll put your face in it I know you're sprung off in your tongue I know you're tasting it (50 Cent) Sex ain't a race (Lil' Kim) But I had a thug nigga breakin' records And the time is..... (50 Cent) One minute six seconds Magic stick (Lil' Kim) I got the magic box (Lil' Kim & 50 Cent) Had that ass trickin' after one back shot (50 Cent) The gifts, the ice I like that a lot (Lil' Kim) The minks, the leathers The C L drop (50 Cent) I got the magic stick I know if I can hit once I can hit twice I hit the baddest chicks Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic I got the magic stick (Lil' Kim) I know if I get licked once I get licked twice I am the baddest chick Shorty don't believe me then call me tonight And I'll show you magic (what, what) maagic Uh huh, uh huh (Lil' Kim & 50 Cent) I've got the magic stick |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-18
Subject : Lil Kim - La Bella Mafia (Atlantic,2003)
