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+**************************************************
+Crush on You (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
+Undeas!
+Lil Ceaser!
+Queen B!
+That's Me!
+Lil' Kim!
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
+Yo, I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
+Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
+You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
+While you stop your grinnin' wit' bunch of foxy women
+Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
+I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
+Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
+While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
+Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
+It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
+When it's all over, put your vote in my ballot
+It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
+Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
+It be all good as long as you don't act childish
+While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup
+If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I know you seen me on the video (true)
+I know you heard me on the radio (true)
+But you still don't pay me no attention
+Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
+He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
+Got a different girl every day of the week
+It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
+I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Ayo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal
+I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
+Why you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you?
+The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
+Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
+And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret
+Lil Kim, the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
+Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!)
+I'ma throw shade if I can't get paid
+Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
+You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
+And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
+Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
+I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
+Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
+But don't blush, just keep this on the hush
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I know you seen me on the video (true)
+I know you heard me on the radio (true)
+But you still don't pay me no attention
+Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
+He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
+Got a different girl every day of the week
+It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
+I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Cease]
+While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
+All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
+CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
+Don't be fooled by the baby face
+I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
+Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
+I told you before, when I first pursued
+I want a interlude, in the nude
+
+[Verse 4: Lil' Kim]
+You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a
+Works from the dealers, full-length chinchilla
+Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
+Then we speed down the hutch, breakin' trees in the dutch
+I'm not the one you sleep wit', to eat quick
+Want a cheap trick, better go down to FreakNik
+You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
+So I look sick in my six with my Christian LaCroix
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I know you seen me on the video (true)
+I know you heard me on the radio (true)
+But you still don't pay me no attention
+Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
+He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
+Got a different girl every day of the week
+It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
+I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
+I know you seen me on the video (true)
+I know you heard me on the radio (true)
+But you still don't pay me no attention
+Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
+He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
+Got a different girl every day of the week
+It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
+I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
+I know you seen me on the video (true)
+I know you heard me on the radio (true)
+But you still don't pay me no attention
+Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
+He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
+Got a different girl every day of the week
+It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
+I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
+I know you seen me on the video (true)
+I know you heard me on the radio (true)
+But you still don't pay me no attention
+Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
+He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
+Got a different girl every day of the week
+It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
+I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
+**************************************************
+Queen Bitch[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you 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 grammar
+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 apostles
+Now strictly niggas 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 ya like hurricanes and typhoons
+Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons
+Sleep 'til noon, rap Pam Grier's here
+Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
+Frank kill niggas' wives 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 niggas can't eat without per diem
+I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch, on and on, on and on
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?
+Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging
+In the Tunnel & Esso's
+Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino
+On a mission for the lucci creno
+I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it
+Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
+C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen
+Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh
+You niggas got some audacity
+You sold a million now you half of me
+Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Uhh
+Check my pitch, authentic persona
+And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds
+I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock
+With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
+Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales
+Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags
+Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team
+Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean?
+Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
+Flossing my Rolex wrist shit
+I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
+Shit I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
+**************************************************
+Black Friday[Intro: Angie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, and Lil' Kim]
+It’s funny ‘cause, you know, we’ve been asking people what they wanted to know
+I mean, clearly, you’ve been having this thing with Kim
+And I don’t know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you’re a rapper –
+And I’m thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming -
+Even though you say it’s not specifically about her - that Roman’s Revenge is for Kim
+Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights
+And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know –
+SHUT THE FUCK UP!
+
+[Verse 1]
+Who the fuck want war?
+Fed Ex beef straight to your front door
+It will be a murder scene
+I'm turnin' Pink Friday into Friday the 13th
+A'ight you Lil' Kim clone clown
+All this buffoonery, this shit stops now
+Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds
+I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
+We all know your last name is what got you your job
+You a put together gimmick, something like a collage
+Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause
+Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a fucking garage?
+This hood shit you and Drake ain't built for
+This the shit this other bitch almost got killed for
+I still counting what Hardcore generated
+Bet my shit keeps spinning like its syndicated
+Corny broad I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated
+You hot air ass bitch, should have been deflated
+This ain't a championship fight I been the greatest
+See the fact is what you doing... I did it
+Lames trying to clone my style and run with it
+Thats cool. I was the first one with it
+Yous a Lil' Kim wanna be, You just hate to admit it
+I'm the blueprint, You ain't nothing brand new
+Check ya posters and videos, You will always be number 2
+I seen them come. I seen them go. Still I remain
+Sweety you on your 14th minute of fame
+Im over 10 year strong still running the game
+Cut the comparison, I'm in the legendary lane
+Fighting for a spot... Child please I'm solidified
+With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried
+Either you high or sippin that shit Wayne on
+I get top dollar for whatever my name on
+Go stick your head in a tornado- Brainstorm
+I drop bombs- Flex, Napalms
+Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto
+Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos
+Pussy so pink like my kitty sayin hello
+If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs
+I'm from Brooklyn I be everywhere comfortably
+Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me?
+You the type to run your mouth and then run from me
+I'm poppin off in your hood with no company
+C'mon, Queens ain't showin you no love
+I was there the other night poppin bottles with the thugs
+You like Washington heffa I'm Benji
+You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy
+Oh yeah welcome to the fam Fendi
+You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match
+That means the end is near soon, copy that?
+Oh I see they really got you gassed, like I'm a thing of the past
+Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash
+Stank pussy ho, I'm givin you a bath
+Thermometer in hand and I'm comin for ya ass
+Who you think you gettin past?
+I see right through you, your whole shit is made of glass
+
+[Clip of Nicki Minaj's 'Right Through Me']
+
+[Verse 2]
+I draw back
+I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough bitch
+Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit
+I ride out til the wheels fall off
+And my niggas squeeze til the last shell go off
+Fuck your whole team all I see is a bunch of wierdos
+You'sa airhead bitch- scarecrow
+Ain't nothin old but my money bitch
+This is grown liquid assets
+Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money bastards
+You and Diddy- sorry bunch of swagger jackers
+I mothered you hoes I should claim you on my income taxes
+Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
+So on my next move I'm yellin' checkmate
+I smell a massacre
+I'm Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her
+Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me
+Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy
+Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy
+You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs
+You're garbage, so I'm takin out the trash
+You? Shit on me?
+C'mon baby girl- Ain't enough ass shots in the world
+You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit
+But you could never fuck with me
+So chuck it up deuces
+All around the world I ball like a ball team
+I stack chips, call me Miss Rothstein
+Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring
+Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring
+
+[Outro: Lil Kim mocking Nicki Minaj]
+"I mean I know... I know you guys asked me if Roman’s Revenge was about Kim...
+And no, I, it’s not about Kim...
+Actually if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry
+I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim
+I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity... I lost my teeth and my mind..."
+**************************************************
+Not Tonight (Ladies Night Remix)[Intro: Lil Kim]
+[Dice sounds]
+Uh, yeah
+Uhh, here's another one, and another one
+Yeah
+Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
+
+[Verse 1: Angie Martinez]
+It's ladies night, what
+It must be Angie on the mic
+The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
+Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
+Yo, I just made this motherfucker up last night
+And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
+Me and Kim is gettin' cream, like Thelma and Louise, but on chrome
+Never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
+So if you say it's on, then it's on
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Bang this in your whips
+Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
+Here's a French kiss
+I dismissed all you chicks
+Split six from the four-fifth
+Make you dance, ow
+I stay focused, in the dopest
+Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
+And toke this, I ain't lyin'
+Niggas trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
+All it takes is one phone call to my street team
+Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
+Set It Off with the eight-fitay
+Y'all missin' the buck, with the fuck
+Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
+Lemme see ya do the Bankhead if ya richest
+It's the rap Mae West, the Q-B
+And I got all my sisters with me
+
+[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
+Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+
+[Verse 3: Left Eye]
+Uhh, never the one, packin' a gun
+Got some other raw chicks for that, lay dat ass flat
+I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs, with laughs
+Getcha back up on the right path
+Ain't no stoppin' me ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on
+From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
+Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one
+Right-hand sayin' step-son
+To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
+To my niggas straight snitches and to them other chicos
+Lady pimp ain't havin' that shit
+If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
+Strictly a bell ringer
+Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer
+I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin'
+To the top and it don't stop
+
+[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
+Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+
+[Verse 4: Da Brat]
+Y'all see, how these bogus niggas
+Try not to notice the dopest bitches
+Approachin' with good intentions
+But focusin' on they riches
+If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
+Niggas dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin' of me
+Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle 'em like arithe-ma-tic
+Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger clip
+Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin' up dust
+And you can spread rumors
+Shit is makin' me sicker than head tumors
+Humor me, by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
+Bet ya phony niggas be buggin', I can tell
+Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
+Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
+Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
+Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
+Who the Windy City woman still still comin' and gunnin'
+Straight from the Chi?
+Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high
+
+[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
+Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+
+[Interlude: Missy Elliott]
+Ayo Kim, heh heh, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+I ain't even gon' leave without sayin' sun'un on this track
+You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' hooks
+What I look like?
+Patti LaBelle or somebody, nigga? Heh heh
+Check it out, uh huh, yeah
+
+[Verse 5: Missy Elliott]
+Oh what a night
+You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
+I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes
+Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
+I gotta catch a flight, uh heh heh, around three and shit
+Niggas can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
+Ow, niggas wanna be us
+Heh, I'm out hehe
+
+[Outro]
+Ladies night
+Ladies night
+Ladies night
+Ladies night
+**************************************************
+Big Momma Thang[Intro: Lil' Kim]
+You got it goin' on, wha wha
+Uh, wha wha
+You got it goin' on, wha wha
+Uh, wha wha
+You got it goin' on, wha wha
+Uh, wha wha
+You got it goin' on, wha wha
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I used to be scared of the dick
+Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
+Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme
+Take it in the butt yah, yazz wha
+I got land in Switzerland
+Even got sand in the Marylands
+Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big-Momma thing
+Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
+That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
+And another one, and another one
+And another one, 24-karats, nigga
+That's when I'm fuckin' with the average nigga
+Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me
+And oh, don'tcha like the way I roll
+And play with my bushy
+Tell me, what's on your mind when your tongue's in the pussy?
+Is it marriage? (Damn, this bitch is bad)
+Baby carriage? (Damn, I love that ass)
+Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
+Got to keep 'em comin' all the time (Why?)
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+
+[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
+How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
+Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
+Pull a high power Coupe, make you jump ship
+Leave who you wit', run with the Roc-A-Fella crew
+Trick ya for the cheese, tear your boom up
+Spread a ill Rumor, make you flip on Lil' Cease
+Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
+Rock Lil' Kim hats and shit
+I gets down and dirty for the dough
+I got love and B.I.G. know it
+He must got the studio bugged
+Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
+With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
+But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin' to eat
+Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
+And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
+Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+Before I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keys
+B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees
+Threw me at high priced Beam's
+Face on TV's, platinum CD's
+Shit, I never faught
+It's on nigga, what, pussy greased up
+Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
+What the fuck, stay fillin', half a mill'n
+Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
+Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
+Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
+Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' with the Don
+Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
+Yeah, I ride crate state to state
+Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
+While you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin' mine
+And I'm married to this
+Y'all strategy misses still plannin' weddings
+M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
+Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
+That's why you're mad at me
+**************************************************
+#MINE[Intro: Kevin Gates]
+Don't mind you looking at it
+I don't mind people looking at it
+Don't get mad if she ain't looking back at you nigga
+Don't get mad if she ain't looking back at you nigga
+
+[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
+Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
+Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
+Firearm, we roll around in the streets
+When I get home it's going down in the sheets
+Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
+Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
+And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
+Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grinder
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+You know how we be moving
+Me and Kevin Gates
+I'm a star and I'ma keep shining
+Like the roof on the Wraith
+Eat my pussy with his breakfast
+'Cause he love the way it tastes
+He said that I stay on his mind
+How I be sitting on his face
+I don't need nothing but bread
+I don't need niggas for nothing but head
+They all fantasize being with Kim
+Every night, I'm laying right next to him
+Fuck my ex, you make me wetter
+Fabulous, you make me better
+Chanel sneakers, Chanel leather
+Chanel bag in Chanel weather
+Hundred grand on that PRG
+I don't hear what no peon say
+See me with him, just know that's me
+Ten carats scream fiance
+See my pussy print all through my jeans
+I know you watch all this ass behind me
+Should be watchin' this nigga that's right beside me
+
+[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
+Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
+Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
+Firearm, we roll around in the streets
+When I get home it's going down in the sheets
+Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
+Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
+And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
+Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grinder
+
+[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
+You know how we be moving, listening to Future, Pluto
+People like us take over, I'm a shooter with a shooter
+Says she down here from up north, college, she commuting
+She my new professor, I'm learning, I'm a student
+Her momma hate me, say I'm too advanced, ask her how she's doing
+She never say it to my face, I'm turnt up I'm a movie, yeah
+At night she hear her daughter scream, Cassius Clay, I boom bye yae
+My hand around her throat she naked, I bent her over on the dresser
+It's too gangsta how I'm dressin', beat the pussy up, no question
+Pull her hair ho, you for Kevin, hair red or blonde, or whatever
+I-I'm caressin' on her breastes, kissing on her, you a blessin'
+Knew I loved her when I met her, she love me, you looking for her
+
+[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
+Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
+Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
+Firearm, we roll around in the streets
+When I get home it's going down in the sheets
+Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
+Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
+And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
+Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grind her
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Kim &  Kevin Gates]
+You pulled it out and now he's shookin' on it
+Grabbed my neck and now I'm choking on it
+Hold it down if you go to prison
+Conversate, conjugal visits
+Keep our love, I got the COD
+I'mma hold it down like P.O.P
+That dope pussy that chronic
+That DRE, so don't OD
+Hold up baby, come here, give it to me
+I'm about to uh huh, lick the pussy
+In the car, don't give a fuck who lookin'And stroking on it, hustle through this for you
+Dick her full, don't know if you notice
+Say it ain't come here on a muscle
+Lot of spit when you humming on it
+Legs shaking now you cumming on it
+Quiet babe, power coming on it
+Uber coming, now you going home
+I know it's difficult dealing
+With a nigga that's in my profession
+Hold up babe, why you in your feelings?
+Break it for me, gotta tell your nigga
+"Fly a kite" Michael Jackson, thriller
+You say, "Don't nobody keep it realer"
+Real one, I homicide the vision
+Say her name, they gon' get the business
+Chris Brown, playing when I killed her
+He could fuck you too cause that's my nigga
+Hand cuffin' pussy, I ain't with it
+She could be for you and treat her special
+Yeah, she say she love me, you looking for her
+
+[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
+Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
+Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
+Firearm, we roll around in the streets
+When I get home it's going down in the sheets
+Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
+Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
+And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
+Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grind her
+**************************************************
+Not Tonight[Verse 1]
+I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
+Night time pissy drunk off the Henny and Rémy
+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
+He 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, ho hop
+Raw top in my man's drop
+Then this homie Jimmy, he's screamin', "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
+Called suckin' his dick, "rockin' the mic"
+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
+
+[Verse 2]
+I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
+Had a wild crew on Flatbush & Avenue U
+Had a weed spot, used to pump African black
+He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't tap
+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 ain't frontin'
+The sex was wack, a four-stroke creep
+I jumped on the dick, rode his ass to sleep
+He called next week, askin' why I ain't 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 glass
+The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
+Downtown, taste my love like Horace Brown
+Tryin' to impress me with your 5 G stones
+I give you 10 G's, nigga, if ya leave me alone," screamin'
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't want dick tonight
+Eat my pussy right
+I don't want dick tonight
+Eat my pussy right
+
+[Verse 3]
+The moral of the story is this:
+You ain't lickin' this, you ain't stickin' this
+And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with
+They ain't hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this
+I ain't 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 ain't gonna front
+For limp-dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
+Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me?
+
+[Chorus]
+I don't want dick tonight
+Eat my pussy right
+I don't want dick tonight
+Eat my pussy right
+I don't want dick tonight
+**************************************************
+How Many Licks?[Intro: Sisqo]
+Hold up, so what you're saying is
+(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
+You want to get freaky again, aight
+A-ooh-ah-ooh
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
+Ah hell, I even fucked with different races
+A white dude, his name was John
+He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm
+He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
+And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
+Dan, my nigga from down south
+Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
+And Tony, he was Italian
+He didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
+He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin'
+Called his girl up and told her we was bonin'
+Puerto Rican papi used to be a Deacon
+But now he be suckin' me off on the weekend
+And this black dude I called King Kong
+He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
+
+[Chorus: Sisqo]
+So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+('Cause I've got to know)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Tell me)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
+Beatin' they dicks to the double-X-L magazine (uhh)
+You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
+Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
+Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
+Baby, oh, yes oh!
+Jailer, open up cell, block eight
+Alright nigga, that's enough
+Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
+Kim got your dick hard, startin' fights in the yard
+Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
+Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
+Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
+Up North in the hole, they all wanna know
+
+[Chorus: Sisqo]
+So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+('Cause I've got to know)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Tell me)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+If you drivin' in the street hold on to your seat
+Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
+And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
+(Shoom!) That's me the Knight Rider
+Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
+Lunatics in the street, gotta keep the heat
+Sixty on the bezel, a hunnid on the rings
+Sittin' pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
+12 a.m., I'm on the way to the club
+After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
+Some niggas even put me on their grocery list
+Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolate
+Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
+High-class taste, niggas got to spend paper
+Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
+Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial
+
+[Chorus: Sisqo]
+So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+('Cause I've got to know)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Tell me)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Tell me)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Tell me, let me know)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Yeah)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Baby, tell me)
+So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
+How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+**************************************************
+Magic Stick[Chorus 1: 50 Cent]
+I've 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 come with me tonight
+And I'll show you magic
+(What? What?) Magic
+I got the magic stick
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+I'm a freak to the core
+Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
+My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
+This exclusive shit I don't share with the world
+I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
+Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
+Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
+Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
+I'll rock the boat, I'll 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 workin up a sweat strokin
+Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
+You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
+I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
+My left stroke's the death stroke
+
+[Chorus 2: Lil' Kim]
+I 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 come with me tonight
+And I'll show you magic
+(What? What?) Magic, uh-huh uh-huh
+I got the magic clit
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Lil' Kim not a whore
+But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
+When it, 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
+Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
+And I ain't out shopping spending dudes C-notes
+I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throat
+Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
+Girls, call ya crib, I'm answering the phone
+Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
+I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
+Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
+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 makin ya high!
+
+[Chorus 3: 50 Cent & (Lil' Kim)]
+I got the magic stick
+I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
+(I am the baddest chick)
+(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
+(And I'll show you magic - what? What?)
+Magic (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
+(I got the magic clit)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & (50 Cent)]
+Now put your face in it
+I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tasting it
+(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
+And the time is (One minute, six seconds)
+(Magic stick) I got the magic box
+Have that ass trickin' after one back shot
+(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
+The minks, the leathers, the CL drop
+
+[Chorus: 50 Cent]
+I got the magic stick
+I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
+I hit the baddest chicks
+Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
+And I'll show you magic
+(What? What?) Magic
+I got the magic stick
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+I 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 come with me tonight
+And I'll show you magic
+(What? What?) magic, uh-huh uh-huh
+I got the magic clit
+**************************************************
+Suck My Dick[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich
+
+[Verse 1]
+To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes
+Boosters, sellin' clothes
+And all my ghetto bitches in the projects
+Comin' 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 comin' home
+Kim got 'em in the zone, beatin' they dicks
+Even got some of these straight chicks rubbin' their tits
+What? I'm lovin' 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, yo, come here so I can bust in ya mouth
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
+Ay yo, come here, bitch
+Nigga, fuck you!
+No, fuck you, bitch
+Who you talkin' 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
+
+[Verse 2]
+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 Remy 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
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
+Ay yo, come here, bitch
+Nigga, fuck you!
+No, fuck you, bitch
+Who you talkin' 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
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'ma keep it real, for the dough I might kill
+I'm tryna see my face on a hunnid dolla 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 payin' 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
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
+Ay yo, come here, bitch
+Nigga, fuck you!
+No, fuck you, bitch
+Who you talkin' 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
+**************************************************
+The Jump Off[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 with the jump off (Jump off)
+Goons in the club in case 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 (Aiyyo!)
+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
+
+[Hook: 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 right (Right)
+
+[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....HO!!!!
+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
+
+[Hook: 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 right (Right)
+
+[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
+
+[Hook: 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 right (Right)
+
+[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
+Come to, blow the spot, come on, yeah, Hey yo
+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
+Hmm hmmm
+**************************************************
+No Time[Chorus: Puff Daddy (Biggie)]
+Heh, heheheh
+I got, no time for fake niggas
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)
+I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)
+("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")
+I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (ha hahh, that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (Let's go)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Diddy)]
+Yeahhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana
+Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
+Stick you for your cream and your riches
+Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
+Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
+I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles
+'96 model, bad clique on the stroll
+(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
+Nuthin' make a woman feel better
+Than Berettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddars
+Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos
+Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
+If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
+That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
+Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
+Nanny nanny, punani donny, hey
+
+[Chorus: Puff Daddy (Biggie)]
+No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
+("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")
+I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy]
+How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
+Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
+Bet your man won't do it like that
+Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
+Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
+Make you scream Pa-pa, you da best, Da Da
+Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
+Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)
+Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
+Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
+I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
+Act shady, and feel my .380 {*gun cocks*}
+Or the raven, oohwee I see
+Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina
+Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
+Lil' Kim pussy (uhh), how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)
+
+[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
+I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
+I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (c'mon)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Diddy)]
+Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
+Diggin' in your stash
+(Niggas think they gonna get some ass)
+No money money
+No licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky
+And the quickie, gimme your loot
+Your MAC-11 then shoot
+Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
+Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
+Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
+Make ya cum smooth if you let it
+Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin
+Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin', and you ain't know
+While you be kickin' that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits
+Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
+I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
+Beside every man is a Bad Girl
+(That's right... '96, Bad Boys c'mon)
+
+[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
+I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
+I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
+Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
+And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (c'mon)
+As we proceed, to give you what you need!
+We continue on!
+Uh-uh, uh-uh, c'mon! Hahaha
+**************************************************
+Lighters Up[Verse 1]
+I come from Bed-Stuy
+Where niggas either do or they gon' die
+Gotta keep the Ratchett close by
+Someone murdered
+Nobody seen, nobody heard it
+Just another funeral service
+Niggas will get at you
+Come through shinin', they yap you
+In broad daylight kidnap you
+Feds get clap too
+Police stay on us like tattoos
+Niggas only grind 'cause we have to
+Money is power
+Sling crack, weed, and powder
+Fiends come through every hour
+It's all about that dollar
+And we no deal with cowards
+Weak lamb get devoured
+By the lion in the concrete jungle
+The strong stand and rumble
+The weak fold and crumble
+It's the land of trouble
+Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers
+BIG comes first then the queen comes after
+
+[Hook]
+Now put your lighters up (Bed-Stuy)
+Put your lighters up (New York)
+Put your lighters up (D.C.)
+Keep putting your lighters up (Philadelphia)
+Put your lighters up (Detroit)
+Put your lighters up (Chi-Town)
+Keep putting them lighters up
+No matter where you from, put your lighters up
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now, let me give you a walk through
+Show you what to do and you don't do
+Where it's not safe to go to
+Them boys approach you
+Better say quick who you close to
+Don't come through if niggas don't know you
+'Cause people is talking
+The streets is watching
+The D's is lurking
+Stash the nine in the garbage
+The life of a hustler
+The life of a gambler
+Dice game, kill more niggas than cancer
+You know who you fuck with
+Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
+Roll up and just bumrush shit
+We don't play that
+Out in BK, not at all
+Gor a pound leave your face on the wall
+R.I.P. in memory of
+Never show thy enemies love
+We get it on where we live
+You better have a pass when you cross that bridge
+Welcome to Brooklyn
+
+[Hook]
+Now put your lighters up (L.A.)
+Put your lighters up (V.A.)
+Put your lighters up (Texas)
+Keep putting your lighters up (New Orleans)
+Put your lighters up (St. Louis)
+Put your lighters up (ATL)
+Keep putting them lighters up
+No matter where you from, put your lighters up
+
+[Bridge]
+Damn homie I'm so tore
+And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
+And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
+But fuck it, bartender you can give me one more
+(We in the club like)
+Damn homie I'm so tore
+(Lighting the dutch like)
+And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
+(Passing the bub like)
+And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
+(Back at the bar like)
+Fuck it, bartender you can give me one more
+
+[Verse 3]
+See, BIG done told you
+I'm the hottest bitch on the planet
+Biggest sex symbol, since Janet
+The Zanotti bandit
+Laying in the cut like a bandage
+Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish
+Doing them damage
+And if you don't understand it
+Then let me give it to you in Spanish
+Soy la señorita más linda del barrios
+Y lo es abo tu eres despacio
+Still over in Brazil sipping Moscato
+You must of forgot though
+So I'mma take you back to the block yo
+Put you on to how we rock yo
+Some are boosting
+12-year-olds prostituting
+Hit-men hired for execution
+There's no solution
+Niggas still piss in the hallways
+Fiends get high on em' all day
+The youth them bang at the cops off the roof
+If you don't know my town is the truth
+Welcome to Brooklyn
+
+[Hook]
+Now put your lighters up (New Jersey)
+Put your lighters up (Boston)
+Put your lighters up (B'more)
+Keep putting your lighters up (Miami)
+Put your lighters up (Puerto Rico)
+Put your lighters up (Kingston, Jamaica)
+Keep putting them lighters up
+No matter where you from, put your lighters up
+
+[Bridge]
+**************************************************
+Drugs[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
+Never a flaw
+A different kind of high
+Ya know, feel me on this, huh, uh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance
+In the lady frame
+Leavin' cum stains, niggas remain in awe
+When I brought a Derringer, throw it to ya jaw, uh
+Never a flaw
+Never before have you seen such magnificence in the black princess, yes
+Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggity, ask Biggie
+Keep a dedicated squad with me, call us the Gabbana girls
+We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
+Trust, niggas lust
+Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
+Feel me out, uh, I'm used ta’
+Hangin’ with boosters, in the best name brand
+With the insane clan
+Man, listen
+My position is lieutenant
+Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it, percent it
+I send it back to ya’ greasy
+Freak it Arabic style, Sharmoota elhas teeze
+To please me you got to be well off
+Bust a shell off, with a tattoo that starts off
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
+Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
+All I wanna do is touch ya’
+The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
+Damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
+Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
+All I wanna do is touch ya’
+The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Uh, to my niggas that trick a little
+To my bitches that suck dick a little
+While they niggas lick the middle
+I'm the Don, y'all
+High driven Jean-Paul Gaultier wear
+Yeah, enough glorifyin'
+Lyrically electrifyin'
+Bitches be lyin' bout the clothes they be buyin'
+Some stores won't even let you whores in
+'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass
+Kim surpass all crews
+Bitches still drinkin' booze
+I sip Cristal and Landcruise
+Receive all the “ooohs” and the “ahhhs”, the jewels and the cars
+Slick nigga, I'm stickin' you, Baby Pah, uh
+Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach like the bag
+The Prada mama
+Jog five miles a day, then I hit the sauna
+My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
+Sensimilla, can I feel ya?
+All I wanna do is touch ya’
+The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
+Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
+Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
+All I wanna do is touch ya’
+The ultimate rush, uh, drugs, baby
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+Inhale this, clench your fist
+Then ya’, feel the mist through the uterus
+Can ya’, picture this?
+Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
+Cause ya’ fiend for a toke
+My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
+On the cell with the boat
+What you thought?
+We get caught and get bailed out?
+Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessy on the rocks is all we got as we sail out
+Entrepreneurs, Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours
+Boring, huh? I'm warnin' ya’
+Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich
+When I fuck with scratch and sniff
+Now I stacks the shit, practice it
+So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
+So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
+The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
+Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
+All I wanna do is touch ya’
+The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
+Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
+Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
+All I wanna do is touch ya’
+The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
+**************************************************
+Flawless (Remix)[Intro: Beyoncé]
+Dum-da-de-da
+Do, do, do, do, do, do
+(Coming down, dripping candy on the groun')
+
+[Verse 1: Beyoncé]
+It's that Yoncé, your Yoncé
+In that lingerie, on that chardonnay
+Scorin' touchdowns on your runway
+I'm Texas forever like Bun B
+And I'm redboned yo
+I'm really rit like Donjae
+I'm camo in here yo
+These thots can't clock me nowadays
+You wish I was your pound cake
+Boy you know I look good as fuck
+You wish I was your babymomma
+Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no
+We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators
+Of course sometimes shit go down
+When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
+Of course sometimes shit go down
+When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
+(Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)
+
+[Bridge 1: Beyoncé]
+Momma taught me good home training
+My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
+My sister taught me I should speak my mind
+My man made me feel so God damn fine (I'm flawless!)
+
+[Hook: Beyoncé]
+You wake up, flawless
+Post up, flawless
+Ridin' round in it, flawless
+Flossin' on that, flawless
+This diamond, flawless
+My diamond, flawless
+This rock, flawless
+My Roc, flawless
+I woke up like this, I woke up like this
+We flawless, ladies tell 'em
+I woke up like this, I woke up like this
+We flawless, ladies tell 'em
+Say "I look so good tonight"
+God damn, God damn
+Say "I look so good tonight"
+God damn, God damn, God damn
+
+[Bridge 2: Beyoncé]
+I wake up looking this good
+And I wouldn’t change it if I could
+(If I could, if I, if I, could)
+And you can say what you want
+I’m the shit (what you want I’m the shit)
+I’m the shit, I’m the shit, I’m the shit
+I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
+God damn, God damn, God damn
+
+[Interlude: Outkast]
+
+[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & (Beyonce)]
+(Onika...)
+Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian
+Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian
+(Them bitches thirsty, I’m Hungarian
+Nicki, B, be eatin’, diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)
+Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
+Propofol, I know they hope I fall
+But tell ‘em winning is my motherfuckin’ protocol
+‘Cause I score before I ever throw the ball
+These bitches washed up and ain’t no fuckin’ soap involved, uh
+This every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and B
+Curvalicious, pussy served delicious
+Mayday mayday, earth to bitches
+Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh
+The queen of rap, slayin' with Queen B
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Kim]
+Am I trippin' or did this ho just say my name?
+Queen of rap? Fuck outta here
+Queen is back, fuck outta here
+Time to get this wack bitch outta here
+I woke up like this, fuck outta here
+I'm so awesome, I'm so fuckin' awesome
+These hoes wanna be me cause they know Kimmy, she flawless
+Yea, I'm flossin', bitches got 'em nauseous
+Phantom got 'em carsick, Panamera Porsche's
+I just had a baby 'bout a week ago
+These bitches got me on my bully yo
+Look at this shit, still got my dick on her lips
+I ain't even stunt in the bitch
+Damn it's a shame
+I gave you the rope, bitch, I want you to hang
+Dior lipstick with the mascara
+Kissin' myself in the rearview mirror
+Head game so presidential, spit on a dick like an instrumental
+**************************************************
+Spend a Little Doe[Intro: Big Troy, Lil' Kim]
+Mmm baby, I missed ya
+I missed you, too
+I waited a long time for this
+So why you ain't come see me, no commissary or nothin'?
+I ain't wanna see my bird in no cage
+But I'm ready to take care of you now
+Now, after three years?
+Three motherfuckin' years, nigga? You know what?
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Hasta la vista, bye-bye, kiss your kids
+It's the gangstresses
+What you think this is, nigga?
+Calm yourself, it's just a little robbery
+You got stricken with the poverty, starvin' me
+Call me Sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow
+Spectaculous, miraculous
+I practice this for a livin', like the Buddhism
+Nam myoho renge kyo
+Ask Tina, love ain't got shit to do, with me and you
+Or the .44 under the pillow with the dildo
+I like to play while I'm workin'
+And that's for certain
+Keep jerkin', I ain't done with you
+Lights, cameras, curtains
+In a second
+The show begins
+Invite your family and friends
+They gotta see this
+Oh, they wouldn't believe this
+You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis
+
+[Chorus: Fela]
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me
+If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
+It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me
+If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
+It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+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 hitman had somethin' goin' on
+We caught him down at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car
+You know the place where the willies are
+Always frontin' in they Morays, sippin' Dom P's and Cristies
+I reminisce how it used to be
+On the run from po-lice we bust shotties out of Maseratis
+Bloody bodies in the telly lobbies
+When in need I lied for ya, I cried for ya
+You know this down-ass bitch woulda died for ya
+I used to sweat you, but now forget you
+I'd rather dead you, and wet you like I never met you
+
+[Chorus: Fela]
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me
+If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
+It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me
+If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
+It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+And I remember, how you said you loved me
+With a passion
+High fashion
+Who you askin'?
+To keep the tum numb, from index to thumb
+Push the V's with the coke from the DT's
+Dope take the titties from city to city
+I ain't see a G off none of them ki's
+At ease, when the cops came you gave them my name
+Said if I didn't snitch, you'd make a shorty rich, bitch
+I copped the one to three just to see
+If all the yayo and boy carryin' on the Peter Pan & Maryland
+Was worth the bitch marryin'
+This nigga I so worked so hard for
+Chose my life to be hardcore
+Laws didn`t appeal no more
+Gats I couldn't feel no more
+And now I'm the shit
+Go by the name of Lil' Kim, the Queen Bitch
+And M.A.F.I.A.'s the clique
+Instead of playin' Don Dinero
+I shoulda been scheming on your cream and dinero
+It don't pay to be nice, but it's nice to pay
+And if you die before you wake, may your soul God take
+
+[Chorus: Fela]
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me
+If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
+It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
+It don't take nothin' for you to love me
+If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
+It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
+**************************************************
+Dreams[Verse 1]
+Gimme all the rhythm and blues singers
+Hen rock the shots of liquor, it makes me cum quicker
+Rub between your belly like jelly
+R. Kelly you think you ballin' but your body's callin'
+Free fallin' and you roll in fuck the bumpin' and grindin'
+Have you jumpin' and whinin' while I'm climbin'
+I be doing groups like Troop
+Body rockin' H-Town or Horace Brown
+Watch out now
+Babyface can pay the rent and cook me five meals
+But momma got the whip appeal
+What the deal on that Prince cat
+He be lookin' fruity but you still can eat the booty
+Brian McKnights tight Joe is kinda slow
+Oh, what about D'Angelo
+I want some of that brown sugar
+Then watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts, like
+
+[Chorus]
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I fuck Mista the flyway, fuck dem LaDae cats, they whack
+And one on them resemble Craig Mack
+I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vizion
+Pussy eatin' position to go to shower pissin'
+I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto
+Now I'm skin deep in da Lexus Jeep
+Peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit Mista
+They'd be suckin' blackberry molasses out my asses
+Jason, who da fuck time ya wastin'?
+I got no patience for little dick tastin'
+I'd rather go dolo than solo so I can get some Heaven
+And be the fuck out After 7
+All for One and One for All
+I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of y'all
+And if you're immature then I'm out the door
+I'm on fire gettin' head by the Harlem Boys Choir
+
+[Chorus]
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore
+Montell Jordan ain't scorin'
+Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble
+Make him an example
+With this pussy sample here we go
+You didn't know Joe was my ho
+Tony Rich my bitch don't fuck with this
+I got the 112 nuts to bust so just
+Open wide when I'm done give me a high five
+You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case
+We got to drink a pace for me to participate
+Don't playa nigga it's cool with me
+I'm icin' Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory
+
+[Chorus]
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
+**************************************************
+No Matter What They Say[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Uh, yeah
+Queen Bee, 2000
+Come on
+
+[Chrous: Lil Kim]
+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)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+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 ain't about the fellas
+Bvlgari perfume from a mile ya smell us
+Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
+We got sex appeal, I'ma keep it real
+If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill', 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 dykes on ninja bikes
+
+[Chrous: Lil Kim]
+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)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & Lil' Caesar]
+I'm just trying to be me, doing what I got to do
+So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew?
+Yo, I'm saying Q.B, look at them and look at you
+True, if I was you I'd hate me too
+Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze
+Every other week a different 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 ain't copped or 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 Versace 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
+
+[Chrous: Lil Kim]
+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)
+
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+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
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+I'm the highest, your highest title, numero uno
+I'm not a Puerto Rican but I'm speakin' so that 'ju know
+*Rakim* "This is how it should be done..
+'Cause this style, is identical to none"
+The hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
+To the hip hip-hop a ya don't stop
+To rock it to the bang-bang boogie
+To up jump the boogie
+To the boogie to the boogedy 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 nothin' on me
+'Cause, y'all take to my rap cause my rap's the best
+A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothin less (Nothin less)
+So to y'all haters, I paid y'all no mind
+In fact I'ma give it to y'all one more time like..
+
+[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
+Uh yeah, what?
+Come on, bounce, what?
+
+[Chrous: Lil Kim]
+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)
+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)
+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)
+**************************************************
+Aunt Dot[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & Lil' Shanice]
+My Aunt Dot
+Left a Glock and some blood on my sheets
+Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
+Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
+Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
+What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
+Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
+I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*}
+To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
+Who are you?
+Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
+She called me by my government name, Kimberly
+Who sent you?
+My mom sent me; her name is Dottie
+She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie
+Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly
+She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
+Bvlgari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose
+And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit
+Then she handed me the note
+Here, read this
+I just stared her up and down
+'Cause I couldn't believe this, then I opened it
+It said, "Bitches is out to get you
+Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz
+I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
+They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
+And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
+Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her
+Besides she looks up to you, you're her idol
+And tomorrow is her first violin recital
+And she would be, more than happy if you could take her
+Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later"
+Damn, what went wrong?
+Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs?
+Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
+If this was a show, y'all hoes would get "gonged"
+'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
+What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on
+What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future
+To bring back your head like Medusa
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
+Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
+Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
+I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)
+Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
+Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
+Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
+I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & Lil' Shanice]
+Uhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
+It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
+How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
+And dress like me, and look like me
+And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
+Askin' me for money, day in - day out
+And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
+She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
+C'mon Shanice I'm takin' you to my house in Alpine
+(I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine
+C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
+600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies
+Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and
+H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock
+Fuck Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes!
+But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls
+Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
+Versace hottie in designer clothes
+Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us
+Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus
+I'm the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E
+But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
+What what? I like the green, know what I mean?
+Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I can clean
+You know what? I like you, little big person
+But rule number one, no cursin'
+Anyway, what you know about that?
+You too young for that, when I was your age
+I woulda got hung for that
+Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
+So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
+Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two
+"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
+Why these bitches buggin' out;
+I mean, what's this all about?
+"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
+They don't want you to win no more
+Soul Train they don't want you to attend no more
+And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
+The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store
+I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
+For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
+At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
+Through her in my backseat
+Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
+The other two? Yeah they still linger
+But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
+So just pray I come home
+And when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
+Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother
+It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
+Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex
+And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
+'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
+Is the reason why the story is to be continued
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
+Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
+Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
+I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)
+Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
+Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
+Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
+I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)
+**************************************************
+Notorious K.I.M.[Intro: 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!
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Live from NYC, it's Q.B
+The heavyweight champ, female MC
+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, get this far and blow it
+I'm a businesswoman 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'ma make you sniff
+
+[Chorus: The 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
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Uh, uh, uh, uh
+Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
+Get it, Shyne tryna 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 green room 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
+
+[Chorus: The 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
+
+[Verse 3: 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% Dis"
+Well shit I'ma 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 nopes
+You local 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
+
+[Chorus: The 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
+**************************************************
+Big Momma Thang (Remix)I used to be scared of the dick
+Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
+Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme
+Take it in the butt - yes, yes, what?
+I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
+Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing
+Can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings
+That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
+And another one, and another one, and another one
+24 carats nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
+Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
+Don't ya like the way I roll, and play wit' my bushy
+Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
+Is it marriage? [Damn, this bitch is bad]
+Baby carriage? [Damn, I love that ass]
+Shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
+Why? Lil Ceas
+
+Chorus: repeat 2X
+
+Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
+You wanna be this queen B but ya can't be
+Thats why you're mad at me
+
+Verse Two:
+
+Hoes think I'm foul call me the bitch shitter
+The lyrical gonna take a miracle
+Like Deniece Williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota
+Gunz we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot
+Want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa
+Get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous
+If you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew
+[Check it] you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch
+Just a dick suckin ready for some ass fuckin'
+Let me stress the tattoo on your breast
+B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P. play your position
+Know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin
+Plus I give head better than you
+Pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you
+I dedicate this song to ya ass
+Like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly
+
+Chorus
+
+Verse Three:
+
+Saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up
+Stack da skeeza, keep em knees up
+What da fuck stay chillin, pack a million
+Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down
+Lay around clown the clock steps for no one
+Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
+Better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da Don
+Pussy tease, here's three for takes
+Yeah I ride crate state to state
+Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
+While you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine
+[And I'm] and I'm married to this
+Y'all our strategy misses still planin wettins
+Mafio also deadins all that bullshit
+Any type of threatens to pull shit
+Unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh
+Who knows but they gotcha
+Unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh
+Maybe next time keep your head up
+
+Chorus
+**************************************************
+Hot Nigga (Freestyle)[Intro]
+Yeah, it's Blanco
+I have to do this shit for Brooklyn
+Y'all ready, ready?
+AMICO
+Yeah, I gotta do this shit for Brooklyn
+
+[Verse]
+See Kimmy loves a hot nigga
+Broad daylight, air out the whole block niggas
+I could care less about your foreign car
+I like to get fucked on a yacht nigga
+Dope bitch, fresh up out the pot nigga
+Versace Cavalli all on my crotch nigga
+Chanel Number 5 on his cock nigga
+Pussy taste like pineapple Circoc nigga
+Take him to the bank, make him cash out
+Cash cow, milk him til' he max out
+Made him eat the pussy till he passed out
+If you a broke nigga get up out my trap house
+Been in love with benji since the fifth grade
+Role play, dress up like a french maid
+Uh, I got your nigga tweakin' ho
+He even tried to eat while I'm bleedin' ho
+Free world, free Meek Milly though
+Free all my bitches out in Philio
+I almost slapped a bitch about a week ago
+And my Brooklyn niggas just caught a zoe
+**************************************************
+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 nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
+Why is y'all 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 a bitch breathe? Gimmie room, please
+I'm in the paper every day if I piss or sneeze
+Used to ride in a rental Lebaron
+Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim, what up?)
+Ridin' with 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
+Don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
+Get your 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 nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
+Why don't y'all get off her shit? (Shut up, bitch)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I keep the people starin' 'cause a chick stay appearin'
+In somethin' made with German engineerin', with rack and pinion steerin'
+Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
+Whores heated 'cause mama back and hotter than before
+Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
+I does what you can't, I'm everything that you ain't
+I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
+So don't 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' (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 everything you hear
+'Cause 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 nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
+Damn, y'all stay on her shit (Shut up, bitch)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I just keep climbin' up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
+All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
+Some people jobs is 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 pay less
+You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
+Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' (Yup)
+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 nigga's 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 nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
+Man, get off my girl's 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"
+Well, she's back, bitches, hahaha
+Okay look, just, on the count of three
+Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
+Now ain't that depressin', 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 somethin'
+Ha, is it really that you hate you?
+That's what it is, ain't it?
+Just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch
+**************************************************
+Came Back For You[Interlude]
+You say, "What is it that you want?
+You've got everything that a woman could ever need in life"
+I got a closet full of minks, chinchillas
+I got a bureau full of diamonds, I can change four times a day if I want to
+You even tryin' to eat lobster and drink champagne, now you know that ain't your roots
+For you strictly a collard green and cornbread baby
+Now you know if anybody know, I know
+But since you feel like that this evening, sit down and drink some champagne with me
+And let me rap to you
+
+[Intro]
+Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
+I am the one and only Queen Bee
+After me there will be none
+But you could call me Miss White
+Most people know me as Lil Kim, the head of the La Bella Mafia
+Oh, shoutout to my girl Victoria Gotti and the whole Gotti family, stay up
+
+[Verse 1]
+This time around, I ain't takin no shit
+This time around, I'll never get bit
+This time around, I switched up my flow
+Got rid of the Pits and put Rotts by the do'
+This time around, it ain't like befo'
+This time around, I'm gon' crack ya jaw
+The feds is watchin' me so I can't do much
+Speak the wrong words, bitch, and you will get touched
+I'm back on the scene, my favorite color is green
+I'm buildin' a empire, got a whole new team
+Pimp game is strong, raps is just harder than they ever been
+You can never win
+Made my way through Hollywood, fashion world adores me
+Music's my first love, a nine to five bores me
+Love me or hate me, Lil Kim come through
+My fans across the world, I came back for you
+
+[Chorus]
+I came back for you
+All incarcerated Scarfaces, gangstas with the fed cases
+I came back for you
+All my fans across the world, holla at your girl
+I came back for you
+Everybody's waitin' on me, all these hoes is hatin' on me
+I came back for you
+The mink rockin', Benz coppin', keep the bottles poppin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's the real hip-hop, mami, check the facts
+I'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum raps
+Like the sand in the hour glass, you out of your time
+Tryna go against the queen, is you out of your mind?
+Even bein' number two, your chances is slim
+'Cause when God made Adam, he should've made Kim
+I gave a few passes, but I never forget
+It's enough I got to put up with this Doo Doo Brown chick (Uh)
+Now you and you wanna come at me from all sides
+I'm gettin' money, don't think I just be lettin' shit slide
+I'm very concerned with fashion, ain't my fault y'all don't know how to
+Rock this Hollyhood thang, y'all need to let me style you
+Come back to the light ma, I started the shit
+How soon we forget I'm the heart of the shit
+So keep your tacky ways and go back to your stripper days
+As long as I'm around, you gon' bow down
+
+[Chorus]
+I came back for you
+All incarcerated Scarfaces, gangstas with the fed cases
+I came back for you
+All my fans across the world, holla at your girl
+I came back for you
+Everybody's waitin' on me, all these hoes is hatin' on me
+I came back for you
+The mink rockin', Benz coppin', keep the bottles poppin'
+
+[Verse 3]
+This time around, either you in or your out
+This time around, you better watch your mouth
+This time around, you gon' hang or bang
+This time around, you better do your thang
+'Cause I'm the best that ever done it, the best that lived it
+I ain't no overnight success, goddamn it, I was born with it
+The Prada mama, the Dolce and Gabbana drippin'
+The blue Hpnotiq, martini, mimosa-sippin'
+Y'all better team or get it together
+Or you, you and her can get it whenever
+Huh, I got a army, y'all can't harm me
+If the shoe was on the other foot, you'd probably try to stomp me
+Don't get your life tooken (Tooken) I know I got you shooken (Shooken)
+This Bed Stuy fly girl came back for Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
+
+[Outro]
+Didn't we almost make it?
+Yeah, yeah, didn't we?
+Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
+Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
+Yeah, yeah, didn't we?
+Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
+Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
+Yeah, yeah, didn't we?
+Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
+**************************************************
+Hold On[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Oh, how it hurts, like childbirth
+The wounds heal slow, you just don't know
+At times, I don't know what to say
+And all I do is pray, day to day
+But still, I feel my strength might die
+Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry
+Even when I close my eyes, I still see it
+Damn, I just don't believe it
+The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
+Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries
+A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death
+Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath
+You killas, caused a lotta devastation
+You have no idea what you did to this nation
+I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration
+But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+Don't you give up, be strong
+Hold on, hold on
+Things are gonna get better
+Tough times, they last so long
+Hold on, hold on
+If you believe, they will get better
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
+Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
+I been with my nigga before he came in the game
+No one's, no V's, we used to take the train
+Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties
+I guess back then we was real nobodies
+But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
+I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him
+Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up
+But still got love for your kids
+Even wrote 'em in my will
+And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal
+No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill
+Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal
+If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
+Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
+Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried
+So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes
+Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'
+Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
+Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+Don't you give up, be strong
+Hold on, hold on
+Things are gonna get better
+Tough times, they last so long
+Hold on, hold on
+If you believe, they will get better
+I got your back
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
+Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends
+One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens
+D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD
+My whole B.I. family, remind me of you
+We miss you so much, I love you so much
+Never thought life without you would be so rough
+But I know we gon make it
+We ain't happy, but we fakin'
+And to New York, thanks for the support
+And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land
+This is somethin' young kids just won't understand
+How they took away this beautiful man
+Who shared so many memories
+I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
+It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
+So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+Don't you give up, be strong (be strong)
+Hold on, hold on (you gotta hold on, girl)
+Things are gonna get better (don't let 'em rule you)
+Tough times, they last so long (you better stay sane)
+Hold on, hold on
+If you believe, they will get better
+Don't you give up, be strong (see we need you, always need you Kim)
+Hold on, hold on (every day, we miss you, we miss you BIG, oh)
+Things are gonna get better
+Tough times, they last so long
+Hold on, hold on (don't let 'em get you down)
+If you believe, they will get better (don't let 'em tell you you won't be around)
+Don't you give up, be strong (just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, yeah)
+Hold on, hold on
+Things are gonna get better (hold on, hold on)
+Tough times, they last so long (things will get better, baby, things will get better, Kimmy)
+Hold on, hold on (I'm telling you as your friend Mary)
+If you believe, they will get better (I love you, I love you, your friend, know that)
+Don't you give up, be strong (BIG, he still lives in me)
+Hold on, hold on
+Things are gonna get better (he still lives in you and only you)
+Tough times, they last so long (and everybody that knows him, yeah yeah yeah)
+Hold on, hold on
+If you believe, they will get better
+Don't you give up, be strong (only if you believe, it get better)
+Hold on, hold on (only if you believe, it get better, yeah)
+Things are gonna get better (oh)
+Tough times, they last so long (just ignore the nonsense)
+Hold on, hold on ('cause you're on another level)
+If you believe, they will get better (don't let 'em, don't let 'em fool ya)
+Don't you give up, be strong (I got ya, I got ya, I got ya)
+Hold on, hold on (I hold you in my arms like my own baby)
+Things are gonna get better
+**************************************************
+Heavenly Father[INTRO]
+Heavenly father... Creator of all things
+I humble myself... As I bow to the throne
+I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness
+
+[REPEAT 2x]
+I pray for love... I pray for love...
+I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness
+
+[VERSE 1]
+They say the closest ones to ya
+Be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya
+That's why now I keep my friends to a minimum
+Check for the ones wit the venom on they tongue
+'Cuz niggas is snakes, they hugs be fake
+Steal from they best friend at his own wake
+I did all I can do and I took all I can take
+This is it, crossin' me was ya biggest mistake
+And was it enough that I split 20% of what I make?
+Was it enough that I cut niggas half of what I bake?
+Ain't enough that I almost lost all my bread
+Bailin niggas out, keepin' a roof over our head
+Enough is enough I wash my hands I'm done wit it
+I ain't playin wit u motherfuckers come wit it
+Keep the fam together God knows I tried
+But shit ain't been the same since B.I. died
+
+[Hook 1]
+(I pray for love... I pray for love...
+I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
+Every day... every night
+Keep the fam together God knows I tried
+(I pray for love... I pray for love...
+I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
+Every day... and every night
+Shit ain't been the same since B.I died
+
+[VERSE 2]
+Lil' Kim the first rap bitch to shake up the charts
+Act like I ain't the leader of this Million Bitch March
+Who got y'all rockin' the Prada
+The Gucci, Dior, Chanel, Versace and Louis
+Please, I'm the reason this rap game is unisex
+I'm the reason bitches want bigger breasts
+Show some respect where respect is due
+(Without who?) Without me there'd be no you
+These next few lines it to you women abusers
+Last nigga I was wit... straight fuckin' loser
+Niggas think 'cuz you give 'em ya heart
+They can... dissect it and rip it apart
+Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
+Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy
+You lost a good bitch nigga you can't front
+Lil' Kim is EVERYthing a man could EVER want
+And that's real
+
+[Hook 2]
+(I pray for love... I pray for love...
+I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
+Every day... and every night
+Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
+(I pray for love... I pray for love...
+I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
+Every day, yo... every night
+Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy
+
+[VERSE 3]
+When the... money is gone (So is ya friends)
+When the... gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
+They just don't make my breed no more
+Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
+I don't deal wit the nonsense, I'm keepin' it real
+Wanna do business wit me? Get in touch wit Hill
+
+["Big Hill"]
+That's right any questions? No you can't ask me
+Put ya name and ya number on a letterhead and fax me
+U want Kim? Name the location
+75 grand and that's just for conversation
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+I'mma remain loyal while y'all crumble like the foil
+It's tradition to rock diamonds in my crown, I'm royal
+Niggas ain't believe in me, they thought it was over
+Baby girl risin' up like the early mornin' sun
+Y'all think y'all know but y'all have no idea
+What the fuck I been goin' through these last 7 years
+
+[Hook 3]
+(I pray for love... I pray for love...
+I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
+Every day, yo... and every night
+They just don't make my breed no more
+Word, that's it... (I pray for love... )(Every day, yo)
+(I pray for love) I'm the last of the Mohicans...
+(and every night) after me
+There will be none... (I pray for love...)
+(I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)... and every night
+Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
+
+[Lil' Kim talking]
+I'm sayin... I just wanna be happy, that's all I don't ask for much
+It makes me happy to see my people smile you know what I'm sayin
+I ain't a hater, I don't even like sayin' the word
+(Nobody lives by the code of the street no more)
+I'd sacrifice everything I got right now to have my man Biggie here wit me
+You see that's just how I am
+'Cuz I'm a rider (Keep the fam together god knows I tried)
+What good is it to have everything
+If you can't share it with the one you love?
+If you can't be wit the ones you love... then love the ones you wit
+Don't take nobody for granted
+You ain't promised tomorrow
+Karma's a motherfucker
+I'm appreciative (Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy)
+La Bella Mafia 2003... Suga Shaft, the Beehive... We comin'...
+**************************************************
+Whoa[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
+Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas 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
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+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 niggas 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
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
+Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas 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
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+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 is through
+Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo
+Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too
+Coulda copped 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
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
+Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas 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
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+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
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
+Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas 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
+**************************************************
+F*** You[Verse 1: Trife]
+Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil' Cease-ah
+But don't sling pizza, pizza
+The gat carryin', rap barbarian
+Ninety-six Blake Carrington
+I brings the most dangerous diseases
+Trife please MC's of all types
+Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
+Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches
+Style never switches
+Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out
+For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled
+Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques
+Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses
+Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses
+Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A
+But faggot niggas wanna spoil it
+Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
+I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me
+'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Uhh, uhh
+The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas lovely
+I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E., watch the show
+As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's
+Ain't scared to bust my pist-al, sippin' hard on Cristal
+Dream accounts, large amounts
+'Cause Frank don't play with lye money, get high money
+Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's
+I'm not your average lady; put that on my 380
+Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
+Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
+Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'
+Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
+Uh, who us?
+We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban
+Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser
+Police'll never chase us we too fly for that
+Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
+I be, flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and
+But ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference
+Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches
+I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut
+I gotta reputation to look out for
+Plus my boss is a outlaw
+
+[Interlude: Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhhh, motherfuckers think they tough guys
+Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up
+Faggot ass motherfuckers
+They really ain't no true players
+
+[Verse 3: Larceny]
+Death comes to those that oppose the clique
+Dick-riders get off the dick
+'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all
+And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all
+Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
+Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out
+Then I blacks out, start shooting kids
+Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges
+Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
+Rule number three; don't take love from no bitches
+You know what makes me much stronger than you
+I can take pain much longer than you
+So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease
+How you wanna spit a grease?
+**************************************************
+Panda (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Kim]
+I know they see us coming
+I know they see us coming
+Ayo Desiigner!
+We see you, baby
+Welcome to the Royal Brooklyn Family
+I ain't came to play, I came to slay
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I got killas in Belize
+I got niggas in the league
+NBA, NHL, MLB
+Watch how I go off on the Hennessy
+NFL no sacks
+I got the ball like a running back
+My nigga OT with a hundred packs
+I hit the mall with a hundred racks
+Two straps like a backpack
+Rolls Royce and a Maybach
+Back to Back like a Drake rap
+Drive the Rari like I'm on a race track
+White kicks Buscemi
+Black Whip Borghini
+Back on top like a beanie
+Eat the booty like zucchini
+He pulled it out, it was teeny
+Pour some ketchup on that weenie
+My niggas pour lean in Bellinis
+My pussy wet like a bikini
+Getting cheese, fettuccine
+Move and work out the deli
+Move my body like a genie
+Disappear, Makaveli
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+White mink, panda
+I got white, Hannah
+I feel like Tony Montana
+White diamonds, panda
+
+[Verse 2: Maino]
+I got broads in Atlanta
+Couple broads that are scammers
+They work hard to Atlanta
+To hit the malls in Atlanta
+YSL, fly as hell
+Party like we just got out of jail
+Couple my shooters fresh out on bail
+I keep them bitches that's bad as hell
+I blew my money in aces
+I’ve seen your woman crush naked
+Fuck and forgot what her name is
+She didn’t even know what a wraith is
+Hop out the Rolly Royce
+Diamonds all over my rolly boy
+You fell in love with the bitch
+Did you think you was her only boy?
+I am the king of the streets
+Niggas you look up to cater to me
+Always been full, with the k in the street
+I told ‘em that I would be back with the queen
+Ya done messed up, feel the pressure
+Chain too big, can’t lift my neck up
+Just one hand, I lift the tech up
+At his head, 'case he vest up! Aye
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+White mink, panda
+I got white, Hannah
+I feel like Tony Montana
+White diamonds, panda
+**************************************************
+Spicy[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+(Muah!) Muy caliente
+Time to keep it cool, that's what the wrist say
+Don't be a fool, that's what the fist say (woo)
+I'm crushin' these bitches like it's a Wednesday
+Skrt skrt, that what the Wraith do
+Inside whited out, I just erased you
+Outside all black, it's biracial
+I'm married to the money and I'm so faithful
+Man, this ring finger so icy (icy)
+It's like my middle finger don't fuck with it (fuck y'all niggas)
+These red bottoms so spicy (spicy)
+It's like there's red pepper stuck to the bottom of 'em
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+Pull up in the dawn, spicy
+250 on the arm, spicy
+They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy
+When Kim come through, they get spicy
+You know my niggas be, spicy
+And all my bitches be, spicy
+Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
+The team lit, everythin' we do spicy
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Shit's real, he got ADD, Kim make him sit still
+He wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel
+I'm too classy, too bossy
+You bitches ain't spicy, y'all just salty
+Pull up with the draco in the trunk, call it Aubrey
+Kimmy got the spice, hold the keys to ya life
+And you bitches couldn't Xscape with T.I's wife
+I'm so spicy
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+Pull up in the dawn, spicy
+250 on the arm, spicy
+They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy
+When Kim come through, they get spicy
+You know my niggas be, spicy
+And all my bitches be, spicy
+Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
+The team lit, everythin' we do spicy
+
+[Bridge: Fabolous]
+We steppin' in hotter this year
+We steppin' in hotter this year
+And they ain't gon' like it
+They gon' be spicy
+
+[Verse 3: Fabolous]
+Hold up, filet that pussy then let it sauté
+Then I sprinkle on it like I'm Salt Bae
+Them jerks ain't gettin' chicken so they hot sauce
+You drippin' wack juice, boy, it's not sauce
+Stop hypin' up these goofies and wack rhymers
+Your dick suckin' done got worse than Blac Chyna
+Spice out the cabinet aka the closet
+I'm makin' up some fly shit, I'm makin' a deposit
+Remember we was playin' we gon' make it in the projects
+To get that off white you gotta make it from the Pyrex
+Now I'm into cayenne, drippin' sriracha
+Tell a nigga stay cool 'fore we turn up in hot shit, nigga
+Get some bangin' head, then amnesia on 'em
+Should I plain jane or add the seasonin' on em'?
+Kimmy
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+Pull up in the dawn, spicy
+250 on the arm, spicy
+They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy (I-C-Y)
+Why Kim come through, they get spicy
+You know my niggas be, spicy
+And all my bitches be, spicy
+Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
+The team lit, everythin' we do spicy
+
+[Bridge: Fabolous]
+We steppin' in hotter this year
+We steppin' in hotter this year
+And they ain't gon' like it
+They gon' be spicy
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+You know my niggas be, spicy
+And all my bitches be, spicy
+Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
+The team lit, everythin' we do spicy
+
+[Outro: Fabolous]
+Kimmy, they gon' be spicy after this one!
+**************************************************
+We Don’t Need It[Intro: Lil' Cease]
+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
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
+How you spell cash? Cease and some hash
+At last, a nigga kickin' game full blast (Full blast)
+How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles (What?)
+Jan Sport book-bags and bags from Chanel (Uh)
+Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
+Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
+Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel (Uh huh)
+He drive a tricycle and his pants too little (What?)
+And his shoes too little
+Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
+That make sure your kicks fit (Kicks fit)
+The real shit, true, baller pack steel shit (Uh)
+The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit (Uh huh)
+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 (Uh huh)
+And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bedspread (What?)
+Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead
+Just gimme some head, gimme some head
+
+[Chorus: Junior M.A.F.I.A. & Lil' Kim]
+If you ain't suckin' no dick
+We don't need it, we don't need it
+If you ain't lickin' no clits
+We don't want it, we don't want it
+If you ain't drinkin' no nut
+We don't need it, we don't need it
+If you ain't lickin' no butts
+We don't want it, we don't want it
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Some bitches do and some bitches don't (Uh)
+Ride a dick 'til he bust, shit I know I won't (Uh)
+Niggas cum too fast for me (Uh huh)
+A waste of a good dick if you ask me (Ask me)
+I like a nigga like to put his back in it (Back in it)
+If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it (Pull a track in it)
+All I get, few strokes that's it (Uh huh)
+This bomb ass shit got your cigarettes lit (Light em up)
+Who me, forced to use plan B
+Masturbate, play with the pussy (Uh)
+This nigga here bust off snorin' (Uh huh)
+He straight, I knew this date would be borin' (Uh)
+I wanna wake him up to do his duty (Do his duty)
+Nigga use that tongue, clit to booty, clit to booty
+You wanna steal the pussy like a thief (Like a thief)
+Now kiss the lips without the teeth (Without the teeth)
+So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru
+Goodnight to you too, boo
+
+[Chorus: Junior M.A.F.I.A. & Lil' Kim]
+If you ain't suckin' no dick
+We don't need it, we don't need it
+If you ain't lickin' no clits
+We don't want it, we don't want it
+If you ain't drinkin' no nut
+We don't need it, we don't need it
+If you ain't lickin' no butts
+We don't want it, we don't want it
+
+[Verse 3: Trife]
+Nine out of ten women want to spit
+On the skin of Blake Carrington
+But I need much more to get raw
+Hardcore, dick to jaw, dick to jaw
+You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby strictly
+Well if he cum up on your chest slow
+If not then your not down with me
+Little Ceasar, Del Vec, Klept, or B.I.G
+Capone, Nino, or Bugsy
+Don't ask Kim for a date
+She want her pussy ate
+
+[Chorus: Junior M.A.F.I.A. & Lil' Kim]
+If you ain't suckin' no dick
+We don't need it, we don't need it
+If you ain't lickin' no clits
+We don't want it, we don't want it
+If you ain't drinkin' no nut
+We don't need it, we don't need it
+If you ain't lickin' no butts
+We don't want it, we don't want it
+**************************************************
+Identity Theft[Intro/Outro]
+I get a feeling there's gonna be a riot...
+
+[Verse 1]
+Uh, it's looking like I'm headed back behind bars again
+Cause bitches wanna start with Kim and I ain't with the arguing
+I'm jet chartering, fresh cardigan
+Getting my Martha in while these broke hoes borrowing
+I guess it's back to stashing guns in the bra again
+Pulling bitches out they car again
+These swagger jackers give the game a bad look
+Pop shit on Twitter and apologize on Facebook
+And now they wanna send me requests
+Telling me that I'm simply the best
+I won't stop till I see my enemies rest
+They probably get locked up for identity theft
+I ain't got time for bum bitches, the gun get it
+I come with it, anything you tryna do, I done did it
+I'll let you live for a while but I'm dying with the crown
+The queen's back, bitches, come get it
+
+[Hook]
+What y'all want, huh?
+What y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
+(Be careful what y'all wish for)
+(Cause now she's pissed off)
+(And y'all gon' feel her reign)
+This what y'all want, huh?
+This what y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
+(Y'all got just what y'all wished for)
+(Cause now she's pissed off)
+(And ya'll gon' feel her reign)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Since you resist on running your jibbs off
+After I drop these flowers for B.I.G. off
+I'mma come and blow your lid off, like Adolf
+Rolling up the tints, then peel off
+Better wear your crosses and roseries, read the Qur'an
+Pray to Allah for you think about approaching me
+Uh, all I rock with is gutter niggas
+Cut all affiliations with sucka niggas
+I got bitches that'll gun-butt a nigga like Tameka and Tammy, uh
+I gave birth to your style, watch how you speak to ya mammy
+Your team can't fuck with my family
+And I ain't talking Internal Revenue
+I'm talking IRS, the Goodfella crew
+Uh, you was never hard, check my repertoire
+Fuck cash, my name is a black card
+
+[Hook]
+What y'all want, huh?
+What y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
+(Be careful what y'all wish for)
+(Cause now she's pissed off)
+(And y'all gon' feel her reign)
+This what y'all want, huh?
+This what y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
+(Y'all got just what y'all wished for)
+(Cause now she's pissed off)
+(And ya'll gon' feel her reign)\
+
+[Intro/Outro]
+I get a feeling there's gonna be a riot...
+**************************************************
+Found You[Intro: Ying Yang Twins]
+Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
+Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
+Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
+Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere
+
+[Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
+Girl, I found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+Found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim & Yung Miami]
+I'm a cutie with a big booty (Booty)
+Big bag, I like big dicks, big ice
+I got that good pussy, make a nigga cum fast
+Then I let him use my face as a cum rag
+I'm in Miami with Miami, we just jet skiin'
+And it's "Free JT" 'til the jet leavin' (Period)
+If you bitches that fresh, we the best breathin'
+Jet leavin', I just flew into the next season
+See my booty, booty, booty, booty rock (Ayy)
+Ain't dropped in a minute, still got it on lock (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
+All you cappin' ass niggas need to stop
+Can't sail in this pussy with a boat, you need a yacht (Yep-nope)
+And I don't know niggas names so I call 'em "Boo"
+And I don't save numbers 'til they send a mil or two
+What's up there, lil' bitch, stay big mad
+Ya nigga give me big bags, you can kiss my big ass
+
+[Chorus: O.T. Genesis]
+Found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+Found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+
+[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
+He want a bitch out the city, yeah
+Who prettier? Nice ass and some titties, yeah, for really, yeah
+Wanna kiss up and lick up the pussy for fun
+Tryna switch up the liquor so you could get drunk
+Hunnids on hunnids is what make me cum (Brrrt)
+Fuck me for free? You must be drunk and dumb
+You better ask 'round 'bout me, where the fuck I'm from (Yep)
+These niggas gotta pay, fuck that, I'm young
+All you retarded with it? You got the dumb head
+Fuck my mind all night, don't cum yet (Nah)
+Don't leave me daddy, where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
+Put your card on file, let's blow it (Let's blow it)
+We can party all night 'til the sun out (Sun out)
+After two is when the freak really come out
+But soon as you run out, I'ma run out
+Drop the Bentley and drive wit' my tongue out (Oww)
+
+[Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
+I found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+Found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+
+[Verse 3: O.T. Genasis]
+Rich ass Crip wit' a whole lotta cash
+Four fingers on her cheeks, got my thumb in her ass
+She wanna quickie in the car, tryna fuck quick (Quick)
+Before I touch that pussy, you gon' suck dick
+And so I need the type of bitch (Bitch)
+That make you cum quick, beat it like a drumstick
+In town for the night so you know I gotta pack and leave
+I love when the pussy like mac and cheese
+Bend that over, go 'head, arch that (That)
+All that bumper, I'm gon' park that (Baow)
+I met a lil' bitch, she was super cool (Cool)
+Still had to send her in the Uber Pool
+Got a mirror on the wall, I can see when I fuck (Fuck)
+Hands on her stomach, got my D in her guts (Hey)
+Titty fuck, yeah that's my move
+Blow this dick like some hot ass food
+
+[Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
+Girl, I found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+Found you, Ms. New Booty
+Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
+Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
+She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
+**************************************************
+Took Us a Break[Hook]
+We took us a break but we back now
+Ain't nothin' gon' throw off this cash cow
+I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
+All I see is the streets when we back out
+Took us a break but we back now
+Back in this bitch with a bag now
+Sour niggas stay hatin' on us
+And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now
+
+[Post-Hook]
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+Countin' on, 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+
+[Verse 1]
+Landin' jets at the border
+Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
+Quarter mill when I'm layin', nigga
+Killin' 'em slow, that's torture
+Rented out the whole top floor penthouse just for my daughter
+You broke bitches outta order
+I'm a bad bitch with some ol' money
+Yeah, I'm ballin' but I want some mo' money
+Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
+Elevated to the master room
+My rooftop got a rooftop
+Bomb pussy, that's a boombox
+Buscemi this, Givenchy that
+Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
+In Dubai I'm skiin' in the summer
+Surfin' waves in the winter time
+They callin' me the young gunner
+The way I body these jeans is such a crime
+They got a love-hate type-a thang for me
+When it come to Kim there's no thinner line
+Got bigger fish to fry
+Eat you so called sharks at dinner time
+
+[Hook]
+We took us a break but we back now
+Ain't nothin' gon' throw off this cash cow
+I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
+All I see is the streets when we back out
+Took us a break but we back now
+Back in this bitch with a bag now
+Sour niggas stay hatin' on us
+And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now
+
+[Post-Hook]
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+Countin' on, 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+
+[Bridge]
+One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
+Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch
+
+[Verse 2]
+We took us a break but we back now
+Bitter bitches, got 'em mad now
+Sour niggas stay hatin' on me
+'Cause I'm hangin' clothes from these racks now
+I was raised in the school of hard knocks
+These bitches is class clowns
+Givin' y'all my old clothes
+My old flows, like hand-me-downs
+I see y'all watchin' my Snap
+Tryna see what else you could jack
+100 grand with the cheese in the trap
+Better catch me a rat
+All this weight, I need a lap band
+Pussy nigga give a lap dance
+Black and yellow Rari, that's a beehive
+Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
+Man, I love them two-seaters
+Killin' shit like the Reaper
+Buyin' shit for no reason
+It's always Lil' Kim season
+
+[Hook]
+We took us a break but we back now
+Ain't nothin' gon' throw off this cash cow
+I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
+All I see is the streets when we back out
+Took us a break but we back now
+Back in this bitch with a bag now
+Sour niggas stay hatin' on us
+And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now
+
+[Post-Hook]
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+Countin' on, 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
+**************************************************
+Auto Blanco[Verse]
+Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here (Mob out here)
+We overseas, they like "How you get them Glocks out here?"
+I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
+Feed a lot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
+"Fuck Lil' Kim", that's all I hear is people talkin' evil
+"Fuck Lil' Kim", if you say that then, bitch, I better not see you
+"Fuck Lil' Kim", bitch, watch your mouth before they can't ID you
+Laid up in ICU where nobody can come see you
+Why these bitches think they safe because I'm not out?
+You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
+Every time I see these chicks they quick to cop out
+IG got these hoes thinkin' that they got clout (Ahh)
+Get yo' ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
+Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pullin' rank
+Never talk when gangstas talk unless you 'bout that action
+My track record'll tell you bitches I ain't just rappin'
+This Dior coat is the only one, so you can't jack it
+I'm a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
+Niggas flexin' on the 'Gram, but they be broke (They be broke)
+Smokin' on 'em blunts, but don't want no smoke
+Never care so much right now, my paper's stackin' up (Stackin' up)
+I'm in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up (Pack it up)
+Y'all both got knocked, he in, you out, it ain't adding up (Ain't addin' up)
+But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga, that's cap or what? (Cap or what?)
+Big and Pac'd be alive right now if you niggas ain't gassed shit up
+If I knew who did it, I'd personally wrap they caskets up
+I'ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain't die for nothin'
+Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothin'
+These rats runnin' round in this jungle, lyin' for nothin'
+Be careful we got apes out here, eat you alive for nothin'
+
+[Outro]
+We on our Royal Fam shit, you heard?
+Thank you, come again
+Gang, gang, gang
+Shittin' me? Hahahahahahaha
+**************************************************
+Don’t Mess With Me[Intro]
+See.. some niggas don't know how to act..
+So I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit
+And start burnin' down niggas cribs
+
+[Verse 1]
+When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit
+Even though I was a bitch playin' hard to get
+'Cause see I never felt this way in my life
+It didn't take long before you made me your wife
+Shoppin' sprees and puttin' money in my pockets
+Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets
+And my girls, knew you wasn't no good
+They told me 'bout them broads you was fuckin in the hood
+You said I was a diamond, and you was like a pearl
+So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl?
+Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings
+And "Heartbreaker" is the song I sing (c'mon, c'mon)
+
+[Chorus]
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+(Do you know, who I am?)
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Don't be messin' with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(You don't wanna mess around)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan
+Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin' on
+Then one day you hid my birth control pills
+Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels
+When you got rich I helped you run your company
+For eleven years, and now you wanna dump me?
+And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you
+And then some bitch you was fuckin said she was havin' one too?
+You wrong! Nigga dead wrong, you know the song
+"Don't know what you've got til it's gone"
+After the fight, the other night, and we both went to jail
+I burnt all your clothes up, I was "Waiting to Exhale"
+(That's right)
+
+[Chorus]
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(You don't wanna mess with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+(I'm the Queen Bitch)
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Don't be messin' with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Yeah, now hold that)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days
+Flirtin', not givin' a fuck, what?
+Got you lookin' in the mirror sayin', "Damn!"
+Sick thinkin bout the next man fuckin this tight pussy
+Niggas want me, even though they got a honey
+If I'ma be number two, they givin' me some hush money
+Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you
+Cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nothin' you can do
+I'm that Bitch, don't you ever forget
+Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit
+Now he cryin', he beggin', "Kim let me come back"
+Like Mark Morrison, "Return of the Mack" baby!
+
+[Chorus]
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(You don't wanna mess with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Don't be messin' with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Y'all niggas don't wanna mess with me)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+(Cause I'm not the one)
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a
+Heartbreaker, dream maker
+Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
+Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a
+**************************************************
+Go Awff[Intro]
+Go off (Go off, go off, go off)
+Go off (Go off, go off, go off)
+Go off (Go off, go off, go off)
+Go off (Go off, go off, go off)
+
+[Chorus]
+Go off (Go off)
+If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
+Go off (Go off)
+Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
+Go off (Go off)
+And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash
+Go off (Go off)
+Throw some racks as she shakin' that
+
+[Verse 1]
+I go off like a AK, turn ya sidewalk to a runway
+Yeah, you know my waist snatched, face beat, hair laid
+Gonna heat it up like a soufflé
+Queen Bee gon' reign forever
+I'm Mother Nature, I determine the weather
+The way I slay, you bitches could never
+
+[Chorus]
+Go off (Go off)
+If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
+Go off (Go off)
+Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
+Go off (Go off)
+And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash
+Go off (Go off)
+Throw some racks as she shakin' that
+Go off (Go off)
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Diamonds dancin' on my AP
+Tellin' me it's time to go off
+(Go off, then, go off, then)
+Go off
+(Go off, then, go off, then)
+Go off
+
+[Verse 2]
+All my fam in New York
+Shooters in Cali, my Zoe's in Miami
+Go off like finale
+ATL blessin' all the trap niggas that's dope
+Galliano, vintage Gaultier
+I had more Balmain than Olivier
+Over 365 pair
+I can attend fashion week for a whole year (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Chorus]
+Go off (Go off)
+If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
+Go off (Go off)
+Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
+Go off (Go off)
+And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash
+Go off (Go off)
+Throw some racks as she shakin' that
+Go off (Go off)
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Diamonds dancin' on my AP
+Tellin' me it's time to go off
+(Go off, then, go off, then)
+Go off
+(Go off, then, go off, then)
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
+Don't play with my blood or my money
+Gotta whole lotta people dependin' on me
+I roll with a pack of wolves so best believe we gon' eat
+I think it's time to go off
+
+[Chorus]
+Go off
+If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
+Go off (I think it's time, I think it's time)
+Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
+Go off (Go off)
+And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash (I think it's time)
+Go off
+Throw some racks as she shakin' that
+Go off
+
+[Outro]
+Diamonds dancin' on my AP
+Tellin' me it's time to go off
+(I think it's time, I think it's time)
+(Go off, then, go off, then)
+(I think it's time, I think it's time)
+Go off
+(Go off, then, go off, then, I think it's time)
+Go off
+(I think it's time, I think it's time)
+Go off
+**************************************************
+M.A.F.I.A. Land[Intro]
+Yeah, uhh
+In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all
+Where loyalty is everything
+The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets
+Heh, let me tell you
+
+[Verse 1]
+In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan
+Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans
+All 'em wanna be the man, right hands wash the left hands
+Loyalty's priority in this fam
+Where life's initiated, ain't no givin' it back
+Once you in it, like Bennett, you'll soon be lieutenant
+Like me, the Don Juan, that's Yvonne
+The sweat-a the money getter
+Coppin' mad cheddar
+Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position
+One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition
+Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
+Push the phat Milano, '96 stick-shift 'cross the Verrazano
+I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular
+Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats
+H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
+Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines
+Watch how genuine this gold mine recline
+When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
+Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick
+One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
+Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
+Minutes before I drop her, the *blow! blow! blow!*
+Like a parolee, the bitch violated
+So how you like it: coffins or cremated?
+
+[Chorus]
+It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
+That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
+I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
+Now, it's just me and my niggas
+It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
+That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
+I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
+Now, it's just me and my niggas
+
+[Verse 2]
+Street murderers, thug parasites
+We official, no fake gators
+Coppin' firearms with dud missles
+We leavin' scar tissues
+That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
+Mob nigga, what! threw the gang sign up
+The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
+On my belt buckles and cracked his middle knuckles
+Damn! How could a deal for a couple mill
+Result to such violence
+And throw our whole shit off balance?
+But still, they pat me down from all angles
+Trapped inside the Devil's triangle
+Like Bo I had the Jangles
+And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans
+One cross-eyed and hunchbacked
+The other must be mixed with Black
+The third nigga had missin' teeth and tattoo teardrops
+Long hair, chest felt like a bag of rocks
+Before this chops
+I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
+The cream in the box, et cetera, et cetera, and it don't stop
+I got away with everything, the cash and the stash
+
+[Chorus]
+It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
+That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
+I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
+Now, it's just me and my niggas
+It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
+That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
+I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
+Now, it's just me and my niggas
+
+[Verse 3]
+So now I'm titled, mission accomplished
+My man was astonished
+He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
+Stinkin! I know this nigga's thinkin'
+"Damn! She too little, too pretty, too quiet
+The bitch is hired," mob's wife for life
+Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
+We increase the price, uhh
+So guess who the bitch is?
+But for now I be the mistress
+
+[Chorus]
+It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
+That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
+I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
+Now, it's just me and my niggas
+It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
+That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
+I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
+Now, it's just me and my niggas
+**************************************************
+Bag[Verse 1]
+People looking at me different, people looking at me funny
+Had to put some distance, had to keep these stank niggas from me
+I've been gone for a minute 'cause I was getting to the money
+Came from the gutter like a bum boy
+Fuck niggas, get money, still, that's the protocol
+Yes sir, I'm still hardcore
+Numero uno, but you know a bitch'll still draw for her
+My fans want an encore
+Beach house overseas, that's the meaning of a north shore
+I used to move that white boy, Justin Bieber
+You a atheist, I’ll make you a believer
+Mink dragging on the floor, I'm sayin' fuck PETA like Tara and Amina
+I know people wanna see me fall
+So I don't fuck with anyone at all
+Money'll run from you if you chase it
+Just sit back and have some patience
+I be dodging them shots like the Matrix
+Queen of diamonds, sippin' aces
+Got the money in a chokehold, blue faces
+And some more mills comin', I can taste it, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Give me that bag, give me that bag
+All I want is that bag
+Give me the bag, give me that bag
+I came back for the bag
+Give me that bag, give me that bag
+I'm only here for the bag
+Give me the bag, give me that bag
+You know I keep the bag on me
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm a bad gyal, so you know I move in silence
+I'm a humble crook, I get your ass booked
+And still scream "Stop the Violence!"
+Most hated but I love that
+Most underrated but I'm so above that
+Cut you with the same knife you put in my back
+Try me if you want, you'll be missing more than a hubcap
+Now run and tell that to TMZ
+It's the principle, don't try to lean on me
+And what the fuck is twenty G's?
+I get more than that to sip Rosé in VIP
+I keep the bag on me like I'm Santa Claus
+He feeling on my titties like Diana Ross
+I'm so A1, don't really need the sauce
+These yellow diamonds really piss a nigga off
+Bezel so cold, I gotta thaw it out
+Kim put that work and never call out
+Dope girls, more than bass in these speakers
+Shoebox money, ain't no space for the sneakers
+I ain't stressing comments on the internet
+I'm just adding commas to a bigger check
+I'm just adding diamonds to a new Patek
+I keep these haters sick, get them Mucinex
+
+[Chorus]
+Give me that bag, give me that bag
+All I want is that bag
+Give me the bag, give me that bag
+I came back for the bag
+Give me that bag, give me that bag
+I'm only here for the bag
+Give me the bag, give me that bag
+You know I keep the bag on me
+
+[Bridge]
+You know I keep the bag on me
+Every day I be getting to the money
+All my life, I been getting to the money (Oh)
+Bitches hating 'cause I'm getting to the money (Oh)
+I be getting to the money (Oh)
+All of these ones all over the floor, let 'em go (Oh)
+All to the door, all to the door (Let 'em go)
+
+[Chorus]
+Give me that bag, give me that bag
+All I want is that bag
+Give me the bag, give me that bag
+I came back for the bag
+Give me that bag, give me that bag
+I'm only here for the bag
+Give me the bag, give me that bag
+You know I keep the bag on me
+**************************************************
+Queen Bitch, Pt. 2[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
+Everything you heard, yo, that's my word
+You play the herb 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 return!
+To whom it may concern, when you hot you burn
+Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
+The rules are so stern, nigga get what you earn
+And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?!
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Y'all know who you are, wanna battle? Bet a car
+Notes and all that shit, You legit? Spit a bar
+What? See, I run the show, got the illest flow
+Finding loads of bankrolls in my underclothes
+It's the original and everybody knows
+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'ma tell you now, just like I told you last year
+Niggas ain't sticking unless they lick the kitten
+Huh! Too many bitches just be lickin' the dick 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, we got a right to
+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?
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
+Peeved at these weak emcees
+With these supreme baller like
+Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
+Y'all niggas sound like me
+Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
+Peeved at these weak emcees
+You niggas got some audacity
+You sold a million now you're half of me
+Get off my dick, kick it bitch!
+
+[Verse 4: Lil' Kim & Puff Daddy]
+You must be out your mind, or you must be high
+Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
+Nowhere 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
+Or 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 lickin' slugs, you ain't gettin' up
+More bags zippin' up, graves dug, nigga what?!
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
+Peeved at these weak emcees
+With these supreme baller like
+Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
+Y'all niggas sound like me
+Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
+Peeved at these weak emcees
+You niggas got some audacity
+You sold a million now you're half of me
+Get off my dick, kick it bitch!
+Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
+Peeved at these weak emcees
+With these supreme baller like
+Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
+Y'all niggas sound like me
+Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
+Peeved at these weak emcees
+You niggas got some audacity
+You sold a million now you're half of me
+Get off my dick, kick it bitch!
+**************************************************
+Pray For Me[Intro]
+Xtassy
+
+[Verse 1: Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild & Lil' Kim]
+Uh, started out hardcore (Hardcore)
+Done it like never before (Done it like never before) (Never, never)
+So many shows, so many tours (Woah)
+And you the one that I do it for
+Still goin' to this day (To this day)
+Still got all my songs on replay
+If you want me to stay (Want me to stay)
+I'm gon' need you to just pray
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild]
+Pray for me (For me, yeah)
+'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
+I don't if I'ma make it (Sometimes, I don't know)
+Pray for me (Yeah, yeah)
+'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low
+But don't give up, you got to stay down before the come up
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild]
+We got it out the mud like football cleats
+You put a ring on my finger but you married to the streets (Ooh)
+I know you gettin' to the bag, baby
+I just pray to God that you make it back baby, uh (Oh)
+I ain't worried 'bout a bitch takin' you from me (No)
+I'm more worried about the streets takin' you from me (Oh)
+I'm more worried about police takin' you from me (Yeah, oh)
+So before you leave the house, kiss me and tell me that you love me (Yeah, oh, yeah, oh)
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild, Musiq Soulchild]
+Pray for me (Pray for me, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
+I don't if I'ma make it (No)
+Pray for me (So, just pray for me, yeah)
+'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low (Oh don't give up)
+Don't give up, got to stay down for the come up
+
+[Bridge: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild]
+See, I be prayin' for my trapped niggas
+Every night on my knees (On my knees)
+I be prayin' for you (Prayin', prayin')
+Pray for me
+You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle with your head)
+And not with your heart (And not with you heart)
+You gotta mean what you say (What you say)
+And finish, finish, what you start
+
+[Interlude: Rick Ross & Lil Kim]
+Return of the Coogi sweaters and gold Jesus pieces
+Light up the backwoods (What you start?)
+Uh (What you start?)
+What you start? (Maybach Music)
+
+[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
+Wake up in Versace boxers at the Ritz
+Fell asleep, gold Rolex on my wrist, uh
+Who ever thought that I would grow and to be rich?
+All these niggas tried to hit me, but these niggas missed (Huh)
+My brothers with your bomb, please send 'em my salam (Lord)
+That brand new SEL across my mother's lawn (Ah)
+I swear I come in peace, but my lil homies aren't
+Hear them gunshots that go from Brooklyn down here to Bronx (Bang)
+Bulletproof the Bimmer, now I'm battle ready (Boss)
+Me and Kimmy 'til I die, forever adversaries (Woo)
+I'm talkin' money, pussy nigga, Tyler Perry (Woo)
+Goin' back to Cali so I'm riding ready (Huh)
+Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh)
+Run up on you and I really let you live
+It ain't trafficking unless its 20 mil'
+I wack a nigga and I'm down to do the bid (Boss)
+
+[Verse 4: Lil' Kim]
+Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh)
+Fab said you need a Kim if you gon' do it big
+Niggas want the smoke, I hop out with the cig
+I'll wack a nigga, then buy a flight to Madrid
+I did the bid, now I do the most
+Whole team burnin' bread, let's make a toast
+I ain't the type to brag, I let that paper boast
+Then I wash the dirty money in that ivory coast
+Rich milli', half a million
+My shit slap silly, yeah
+Quarter milli' this year on shoes
+Give a broke bitch the blues
+Ran off with a couple mil' in high heel, Jimmy Choos
+I'm a bad bitch from every angle
+Jesús hang around your neck like the noose
+May the Bishop pray for you 'cause you know I got the juice
+We bet it big at the crap table, seven eleven
+Open like we 7/11, workin' all night, 24/7
+Fuck the FBI, I only confess to the reverend
+Put that on my bredrin
+Let this be a lesson when you disrespect the legend
+Ross the boss, Kim the Queen, is you stupid?
+Ride the beat like a Wraith
+But this is May-May-May-May-Maybach Music
+
+[Outro: Musiq Soulchild]
+Pray for me (Pray for me, oh)
+'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't know if I'ma make it (No, no)
+I don't know if I'ma make it (No)
+Pray for me (Just pray for me, pray for me)
+'Cause, 'cause times get hard and the money gets low
+But don't give up, got to stay down for the come up
+**************************************************
+Warning (Nicki Minaj Lil Wayne Baby Diss) FreestyleBrooklyn is in the building
+You already snow ... Avalanche flow haaaaters
+Its Blanco yeah murder
+Oooo we about to kill them
+Brooklyn Brooklyn oooo We in the building
+I ain t playing I ain't playing
+Oooo I ain't stopping... this bitch still throwing shots?
+Oooo lets get it popping
+Im a real boss bitch
+Oooo Griselda Blanco
+Got the best blow in town
+Oooo the head honcho
+This Lil Kim Clone
+Oooo I can't do it
+Seen this bitch on these awards
+Oooo she look stupid
+I be laughing I be laughing
+Oooo I be dying
+These bitches is kinda slow
+Oooo they 50 Tyson
+I be flirting with a million
+Gotta crush on a billion
+Look at Mark Zuckerberg like
+Oooo he can get it
+I get money I get money
+Oooo I love the cash
+Niggas rapping like baby
+Oooo that mean they're trash
+Im just saying im just saying
+The game is full of frauds
+Me and Wayne got on the same jeans?
+Ooo something wrong
+**************************************************
+Quiet[Hook: The Game]
+When the sun goes down and them guns come out
+Them niggas 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 pissin' on cotton)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?
+All these studio gangsters, year after year
+With these gimicks 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 their 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, tryna 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
+
+[Hook: The Game]
+When the sun goes down and them guns come out
+Them niggas 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 pissin' on cotton)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+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 won't 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 busters, backwards-ass hustlers
+You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
+Big lil' son baby' boy like Jody
+I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley
+Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?
+
+[Hook: The Game]
+When the sun goes down and them guns come out
+Them niggas 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 pissin' on cotton)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that
+How they knife game ill and they gun go clap
+Them niggas 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 niggas 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
+Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean
+Don't be fooled and deceived, everythin' ain't what it seems
+You act like you don't know what side of town this realer
+Niggas softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers
+
+[Hook: The Game]
+When the sun goes down and them guns come out
+Them niggas 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 pissin' on cotton)
+**************************************************
+Nasty One[Pre-Hook]
+As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
+You never have to doubt or to question
+Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive
+Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that
+
+[Hook]
+So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
+
+[Verse]
+As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
+After me there will never be the next one, top shotta
+All around the world, they know who the best is
+No pharmacies but they see VS's
+Ten carats embedded in the watch and necklace
+Paint drippin' off the Rari like it got asbestos
+Kimmy got that mouth that'll leave 'em breathless
+Snatch a nigga soul like he got a deathwish
+Thought BIG told you that I'm nasty?
+Pussy have a nigga sweatin' like a athlete
+Make love in the backseat of his Bentley Jeep
+I call him J. Reid 'cause he in this real deep
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
+You never have to doubt or to question
+Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive
+Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that
+
+[Hook]
+So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
+
+[Bridge]
+When I see you smile I can face the world
+You know I can do anything when I see you smile
+Baby, when I see you smile I just want my baby
+I just want my baby, hey
+No other man makes me feel the way you do
+I'm the nastiest when I'm with you
+I'm a freak but only with my boo
+You searched the world and now see that
+Now you see you'll never find a girl like me
+Because there's only one Queen Bee
+Sometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in
+I wanna quit the fight
+Then I see you baby and we make love all night
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
+You never have to doubt or to question
+Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive
+Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that
+
+[Hook]
+So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
+
+[Outro]
+When I see you smile I can face the world
+You know I can do anything
+When I see you smile, I see the angels flying
+Oh, I see you shining right through my window
+**************************************************
+Intro In A-Minor[Skit]
+*Sound of a car driving on a busy street*
+Taxi Driver: Alright, sir, which side of the street would you like to be on?
+Patron: Yeah, that one. That side right there
+Taxi Driver: Yeah, okay
+
+*The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out*
+Taxi Driver: Okay, that will be four-ninety please
+Patron: Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change
+Taxi Driver: Oh, fuck you!
+
+*The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking*
+
+Box Office Worker: May, I help you?
+Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore
+Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars
+
+*He hands her money and then walks through a door*
+
+Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo...
+
+*Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background*
+
+Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you?
+Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins please
+Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
+Patron: Yeah, ah...
+Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five
+
+The patron hands another bill over
+
+Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
+Patron: Huh!
+
+*The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
+Into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background
+The patron unzips his zipper. A splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.*
+
+Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby. Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim
+Come on. Yeah. Yeah
+
+*The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the masturbating patron continue*
+
+Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah
+Work it, bitch!
+**************************************************
+We Don’t Give a Fuck[Hook]
+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 niggas tellin', when we see you we be yellin'
+
+[Hook]
+
+[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 niggas 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
+
+[Hook]
+
+[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'mma tell a nigga know that shit
+Then I snatch that chain
+When he leave his friends, I'mma 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
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Can’t Fuck With Queen Bee[Intro]
+It's a new day
+And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
+You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
+So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail, the Queen)
+But it don't matter (but it don't matter)
+Cause you ain't got nuttin, for us (you ain't got nothin.. for us)
+So as long as you live, remember this
+
+[Hook: Shelene Thomas]
+You can't fuck with Queen Bee.. Queen Bee.. Queen Bee!
+All you haters will see.. see.. see!
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Don't be mad, I can't put this - money in a casket
+I can't put these - cars in a box with the ashes
+I can't take these diamonds with me when I die
+I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
+I know you wishin that you wrote this song
+But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
+You better off takin heed from your boy Jada
+I know you, hate dyin - but you gon' die a hater
+I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
+Y'all nearsighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
+Rocks like the street light - baby watch 'em glow
+Red yellow and green - don't know whether to stop or go
+I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
+Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
+From "Hardcore" to "Notorious" you studied my flow
+And still..
+
+[Hook] + Governor ad libs
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Whether ya, slingin the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
+Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
+Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
+The industry, down to Wall Street
+They ask:
+
+[Governor]
+What is she like, what does she need?
+What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please
+Be my girl, I'll give her anything
+Whatever her heart desires, in this whole world
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Just cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
+You ain't gotta be filthy rich, but you can't be cheap
+I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
+Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
+He gotta have security, power and wealth
+Cause I can do bad by my God damn self
+And if you spiritual, got a good heart and can make me laugh
+And can fuck..
+
+[Hook Two: Shelene Thomas] + (Governor)
+You can get with Queen Bee.. (y'all can get with Queen Bee)
+Queen Bee.. (yeah, ye yeah) Queen Bee! (awww)
+Take you to ecstasy (she gon' take y'all to ecstasy)
+Ecstasy.. (do it to 'em Queen Bee) Ecstasy!
+(Yeah.. it's yo' time baby, it's yo' time girl!)
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Ain't nuttin gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
+It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer, and richer
+So like it or not, I am who I am
+When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
+Now take it to the bridge
+
+[Full Force] + (Lil' Kim)
+Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
+(Don't that feel good?)
+(Full Force sing the break one more time, c'mon, c'mon)
+Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
+(Don't that sound so nice?)
+
+[Hook] + various ad libs by Kim and Governor
+
+[Hook Two] + ad libs by all artists
+
+[Shelene] + (Governor)
+Gotta let 'em know
+Let 'em knowowwwww (let 'em know Bee!)
+Can't see the Queen (Give it to 'em Bee)
+Queen Bee (give it to 'em Bee) Queen Bee! (yea yea, yeah)
+(Governor)
+**************************************************
+She Don’t Love You[Verse 1]
+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?
+
+[Chorus]
+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
+
+[Verse 2]
+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
+'Cause every time I come around, she be like "let's go"
+Girls know not to leave they man around me
+I get my hands on 'em
+He putting wedding bands on 'em
+
+[Chorus]
+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
+
+[Verse 3]
+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
+
+[Chorus]
+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
+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
+
+[Bridge]
+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
+
+[Chorus]
+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
+**************************************************
+Revolution[Intro: 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
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+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 niggas, them niggas dust to me
+And if I knock Cyrus off, that's a plus for me
+And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch
+And got niggas 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]
+Pressure down below
+Fire in the hole
+Lose control
+Got nowhere to go
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
+I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Holy Tabernacle
+I'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple
+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 and his boys leave
+They at this restaurant 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
+Ayo, check it, she had a tiger for a pet
+I'll never forget, the restaurant 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: Grace Jones]
+Pressure down below
+Fire in the hole
+Lose control
+Got nowhere to go
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+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 niggas"
+And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up
+I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for backup
+And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
+Them niggas just bitches like my Yorkie
+Pigs like the Porky, 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, massacre 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 dick rider
+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' niggas 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 second you missed it
+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 Elvis 'cause Little Kim squeezed off in his pelvis
+
+[Chorus: Grace Jones]
+Pressure down below
+Fire in the hole
+Lose control
+Got nowhere to go
+**************************************************
+Spell CheckI'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
+And not B-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
+I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C
+Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
+And, since nine-six a chick been on TV
+Like, MTV and, BET
+So T-R-L and, one-oh-six
+I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit
+Momma push whips like BM Dubs
+And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club
+Your man, five-oh, I don't see him in the club
+Cause he out in the CT with a dick in his butt
+Y'all stay OT while I stay O.C
+That's, 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, that's my co-D
+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
+
+[Hook]
+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?
+
+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 niggas 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
+
+[Hook]
+
+Make a wish when you see me like a falling star
+Give 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 niggas like an MPC
+I make a nigga nut in his D&G's
+Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Lil’ Drummer Boy[Intro: Bailiff & Prosecutor]
+Will the court please rise?
+Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing
+Your honor, Lil' Kim is a threat to society
+She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
+And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty
+For the vicious acts, she should be punished to the fullest extent of the law
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Pardon me your honor, may I address the bench?
+They tryna assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt
+Excuse my persona
+I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer
+Ever since I killed 'em, I ain't been in trouble since
+It wasn't my fault, I acted out of self-defense
+He killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them
+They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
+They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms
+And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms
+See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm
+I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom
+(Stop!) I heard three guns cocked, that's when Tom dropped
+They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top
+(Oh, she's lying!) Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor
+Fingerprints all on the door, need I say more?
+Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow, ploom!
+Queen off her toes, they fell down like dominoes
+I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix
+What was I to do? Sit back and just take this?
+Yo, I'm tellin' you now If I lose this debate
+Like in Dead Presidents I'm going out like Larenz Tate
+See I ain't gon be stupid, I'ma take all y'all to the shift
+I should be able to say what I want, what the fuck I plead the fifth?
+(Now Kim, Kim) Fuck that Cee-Lo, I got to save the world
+The first female king and they mad 'cause I'm a girl
+
+[Verse 2: Cee-Lo]
+Uh, with all due respect your honor
+Excuse my client's temperament
+Who has had social intelligence?
+With so much innocence we have to implement
+She was slightly out of place
+But if you grant us a grain of your grace
+I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case
+Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes
+The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose
+Your children, your lovely wife, I mean look at her
+The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter
+
+[Chous: Lil' Kim]
+Lord I cry (I cry) from the things I've seen (that I've seen)
+And Lord I cry (I cry) from the things I've seen (ooh)
+If you only knew (only knew) the things that I've been through
+(Oh yeah) you'd know why (you'd know why-y-y)
+You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry
+(Order! Order! Order!
+Order! Order! Order!)
+
+[Verse 3: Redman]
+Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts
+And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort
+The men dressed in blue, they were undercover cops
+Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot
+They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders
+Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder
+(He was in on it too!)
+Yeah
+(I guess I should've known)
+Yeah
+(Objection your honor)
+Yo objection overruled
+I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury
+To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty
+Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate
+Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State
+Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you
+And Junior Mafia, that clique ain't scared to move
+So they took precautions
+Grenades from all force and
+Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn
+But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck
+Shot back other bitches would've folded up
+Now that's my kind of bitch
+I know I'm the judge
+But I love that bitch
+And I'm coming with her
+Creme of crop, and me, I'ma hold her down
+Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial
+Look it's a setup
+Yo, Kim come on
+(I'm right behind you, baby)
+Yo, Kim, come on
+(I'm right here with you man)
+
+[Outro: Lil' Kim]
+Lord I cry, I cry
+From the things that I've seen
+That I've seen...
+**************************************************
+Tha Beehive*scratched*
+Fuckin', fuckin'
+Fuckin', fuckin'
+Fuckin', fuckin'
+Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
+
+[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 are finished
+I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
+Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business
+You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
+Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
+I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
+That'll stick you with an aids needle and piss in your mouth
+I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
+Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
+Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
+Lil' Kim the postergirl at 718
+Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
+After it's cooked, chopped in 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 baby sipper
+Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
+Baby girl's 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' these beats
+You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section
+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 badies
+Rappers better run and hide cause here comes the Beehive
+
+[Verse 2: Reeks]
+It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
+Breathin' 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, our throwback's 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
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+{*scratched*}
+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, oughta put a 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 stuck 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, well we the niggas you call
+Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 4: Vee]
+Uh, yo 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, they helpin' you swim
+And 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'mma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
+See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
+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 (Beehive)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 5: Goldie]
+It's young Goldie, the Advakid, 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 you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
+(Beehive)
+
+[Hook]
+
+Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
+The Beehive
+**************************************************
+Cut It (Beemix)[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+I'm solid gold, they gold plated
+These basic bitches so overrated
+And They whole life be fabricated
+Please cut it
+Amputate it
+This year that fuck shit will not be tolerated
+G's move in silence so my moves can't be calculated
+Run up the check like I'm Nike
+These bitches don't like me
+But they nigga wanna take me shopping
+Ferrari, Lamborghini, Audi R8
+Take a guess at which one I'm copping
+Ran off on the plug so many times
+I swear that he won't stop calling
+Foreign horses in the driveway
+Use a chauffeur for the highway
+Got a .50 Cal in his Birkin bag
+And I'll sick em on you like Cujo
+We are not cut from the same cloth
+Bitch I'm from Mars like Bruno
+Got a main nigga, side nigga
+Sugar daddy give me everything
+That cash money, that dope money, That Amex swiping everything
+(Like Swaaa) I just burned down Loubiton
+(Swaa) I burned down the Chanel
+(Swaa) a hundred bodies in Versace
+(Swaa) head shots in Givenchy
+Whipping the foreign like Ricky Bobby
+Like residing in a Maserati
+Serving the block like Cal Bungie
+I got the wave like California
+
+[Bridge: Lil Kim]
+I got the...
+I got the wave
+I got the...
+I got the wave like California
+**************************************************
+Take It![Skit: Trife, The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Cease]
+Damn baby, can't believe you bagged Lil' Kim
+Oh yeah, that bitch on my dick, man
+She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch
+Word?
+I'ma knock her ass
+But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though
+I want to I want to man
+But that bitch want some eatin' pussy shit yo
+I'm not tryna fuck with that kid
+Yeah, but the other one
+The little short one with the fat ass
+Where?
+Thinkin' right there
+I think I could put it in the ass
+I'ma tell y'all something, I'ma fuck Kim
+I'ma take her up in the room
+I want that one right there
+With the ponytail?
+Yeah
+Yeah, fuck her, fuck her
+I'ma fuck her good
+Take that, take that, yo
+No doubt
+We gon' fuck the shit out these bitches
+I'm gon' take that out right now
+We gon' fuck the shit out these bitches
+That's anal right there
+Anal?
+Anal, baby
+Fuckin' anal, I don't give a fuck
+**************************************************
+Custom Made (Give It to You)[Intro]
+Uh, uh
+
+[Verse 1]
+I gets right to the point (no time to play around)
+When it comes to this cheddar (lay a nigga down)
+Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
+Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
+At first I seem friendly but that's just in me
+I warn you, when I blow, it gets a little windy
+You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin' like you
+Y'all paper thin, my shit recycled
+They call me Lil' Kim a.k.a. Cover Girl
+Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin' world
+Niggas buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
+And aw, shit, I got it all in this bitch
+
+[Chorus]
+Goodness gracious, the papers
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
+We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
+See, we love the cash
+Goodness gracious, the papers
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
+We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
+See, we love the cash
+
+[Verse 2]
+To all my bitches in the strip club shakin' they ass
+(I ain't mad, do your thing, mami) Get that cash
+And all my hustlin' niggas still out on the ave
+Fightin' over blocks and who got the best rocks
+And goodness gracious, the struggle never stops
+The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
+People fuck to my music, they say it's pornographic
+My Billboards is nice, one day gon' be a classic
+I fuck with dudes, with members only jackets
+That sleep on brass beds with money for a mattress
+Gettin'-money bitch, and I roll with dimes
+Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
+Tattoos down our spine with the picture of a dime
+Cuttin' niggas short like inmates for phone time
+Everything I get is custom made
+Niggas wanna get laid, I gotta get paid (the papers)
+
+[Chorus]
+Goodness gracious, the papers
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
+We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
+See, we love the cash
+Goodness gracious, the papers
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
+We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
+See, we love the cash
+Goodness gracious, the papers
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
+We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
+See, we love the cash
+Goodness gracious, the papers
+Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
+We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
+See, we love the cash
+**************************************************
+Single Black Female[Intro: Lil' Kim]
+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
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Sometimes a gal fi get kuff (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 gall
+To be bitin' 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
+
+[Chorus: Mario Winans & 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 bringin' out the best in me?
+Stop stressin' me
+
+[Verse 2: 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
+Whoops, got to switch my pitch up
+Pin-stripped suits, Bvlgari 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
+
+[Chorus: Mario Winans & 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 bringin' out the best in me?
+Stop stressin' me
+
+[Bridge: Mario Winans]
+Stop wastin' all of your time
+Doin' all that yappin', bitin' her writin'
+Don't know that she's the Queen
+Why can't you see?
+Ya'll should just believe
+Every time she tells you
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+If I talk freaky, then that's my business
+If I dress freaky, then that's my business
+Got quoters 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 nice as me
+But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready
+I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy
+
+[Chorus: Mario Winans & 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 bringin' out the best in me?
+Stop stressin' me
+**************************************************
+Nasty One (Remix)[Intro]
+Lil' Kim
+Kranium
+Hoodcelebrityy
+Stefflon Don
+
+[Verse 1: Kranium]
+Run, come darling, talk to me, baby
+Pussy is drivin’ me crazy
+Things you do, I swear it amaze me
+You nuh carry cramps 'cause you no lazy
+Wine pon the tip and the top
+Me a fuck you and you a beg mi fi stop
+Deep in a you deh so the thing a drop
+Queen Bee, me love it when you whine like that
+Yardman in control, push it deep inside of your hole
+Snatch your soul, big, bad and bold
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+As far as lovin' and the sex I’m the best one
+You never have to doubt, have to question
+Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that
+See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+See, you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Come fall in love with the best one
+Lick off a shot for you, the best one
+
+[Verse 2: HoodCelebrityy]
+Sextape inna di bed room
+Legs inna di air, gimme some leg room
+Unless you want a threesome
+Shhh, ya bitch inna di next room
+Keep it quiet now, keep it down
+We nah affi speak fi you use your tongue
+Some gal dem man cheat fi fun
+Two wrongs don't make a right
+But i'm the nastiest one yeah
+Good pussy nah go cheat pon you
+Good pussy nah go cheat
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
+You never have to doubt, have to question
+Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that
+See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+See, you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Come fall in love with the best one
+Lick off a shot for you, the best one
+
+[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
+All my exes tun senseless
+Cah sex best wen the dona tuggin on the necklass
+I’m reckless, U Can call me bonny or red riding hood
+Cah mi ride the hood good like
+A real wet bloodclat jamaican pussy good
+I'm nasty, wen mi sidung pon it
+Stick shift 5 gear boom flick
+Popalick pon mi ed bo gyal can do
+Weh mi do pon it
+So bow down baby
+Can’t believe you really thought
+I'd let u drive me crazy
+U had a real good girl but u gon bad
+Niggas on ma back and i know u mad
+I ain't sober sippin' on the henny got me
+Flight mode, baby why u never got me
+Harts cold, smilin’ but i'm hurtin' probably
+Harts cold, I'm hurting but i'll be ok
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
+You never have to doubt, have to question
+Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that
+See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+See, you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Come fall in love with the best one
+Lick off a shot for you, the best one
+Come fall in love with the best one
+Lick off a shot fuh you the best one
+You gon' do it for the nastiest one
+You gon' do it for the nastiest one
+**************************************************
+Durty[Intro: Millie Jackson]
+Due to the fact that there are ,some people
+Like the lady over there said she was
+Who thinks I'm dirty
+I really couldn't give a shit
+Cause ya'll by my records
+Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
+Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+While all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me
+All dem a chat bout, don't even budge me cause
+Mi no owe nobody no explanation
+I convert it over to di almighty one
+When dis bad gyal come out
+We jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan't come out
+Some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth
+Some a di dutty niggas need to jus shut dem...
+
+Lil' Kim stay hot
+Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foot yacht
+Man this hatin' don't stop
+Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me
+I know my vets in the game got to feel me
+Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door
+Like Eddie Murphy I gave it to you raw
+Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor
+Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core
+A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me
+'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me
+Watchin' them is like a Broadway play
+Sittin' next to the Queen
+Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn
+Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be
+I'm the reason why the game so sexy
+Tha originator, tha trend creator
+Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me
+
+[Interlude: Adele Givens]
+I know what you thinkin', she's such a fuckin' lady
+Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
+Man want it, make 'im pay it down
+Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
+Man want it, make 'im pay it down
+
+No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat
+No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
+So don't preach to me 'bout singing
+All I want is mah self respect
+You see your words don't mean a thing
+Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh
+
+The feds pinched me for shootin'
+But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music
+This jealous muthafucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch
+Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks
+Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop
+These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught
+You see when you on top, niggas want what you got
+Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you
+
+So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman
+You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human
+And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
+I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
+I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
+I...gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
+So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad
+That's just between me and mi God
+And if mi waan fi shack out and gwaan like mi bad
+That's just up to me
+Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
+Man want it, make 'im pay it down
+Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
+Mon want it, make 'im pay it down
+No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat
+No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
+So don't preach to me 'bout singing
+All I want is mah self respect
+**************************************************
+Money Talks[Intro: Lil' Kim, Timberland]
+It's  Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na na nahh-nah)
+It's  Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh-huh, what)
+It's Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na na nahh-nah)
+It's Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh-huh, what)
+Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
+Not them playa haters, nahmsayin?
+Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lakes
+Introduced me to this heavyweight, called hisself Drake
+First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
+But wait, he got singles in his cake; I ain't fuckin with him
+Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though
+You ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
+If he holdin less than six
+He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
+Duke ain't even worth the space
+Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
+Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
+I got 20/20 vision (Uhh) funny money vision (Uh-huh)
+No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
+Just some famous words from the late Frank White
+I blink right, if your bank tight
+Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
+Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
+I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day (Uh)
+Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
+If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
+
+[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
+I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
+I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
+More time, more money, have it your way
+I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
+I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
+More time, more money, have it your way
+
+[Interlude]
+Know de money and the lovin is my style
+Me a forget it tonight
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
+The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
+Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
+Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the crocodile on it
+But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
+His preference was more sorta like soccer
+Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
+Out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
+My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
+One glance at the bezzy make ya freeze
+Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I
+Hate this nigga in the worst way
+And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
+But uhh, it's just vendetta for my man
+Do anything for the fam, I'mma go along with the plan
+Tryin hard not to throw him off
+And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
+And the lie keep me full of empathy
+So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
+I see (I see), this nigga ain't about nothin', cause he keep frontin'
+He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come
+Uhhh
+
+[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
+I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
+I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
+More time, more money, have it your way
+I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
+I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
+More time, more money, have it your way
+
+[Interlude]
+Know de money and the lovin is my style
+Me a forget it tonight
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease]
+As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
+That my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
+I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
+Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
+Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
+They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm
+Contemplatin thinkin about later
+Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
+"Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?
+I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin'
+It's my nigga Blake C
+Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
+Check it, let me school you
+Remember when I said those niggas robbed Leo
+Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
+They was creole, used to be a tight trio
+Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)
+I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
+Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
+Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems
+All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?
+You late, duct tape and cable rope
+Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)
+
+[Outro: Lil' Kim, Timberland, Lil Cease]
+Nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
+Whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
+(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah
+(oh oh) wha!
+(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
+(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
+[Bullshit walks, money talks]
+(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
+[Bullshit walks, money talks]
+(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
+[Uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
+(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
+[Bullshit walks, money talks]
+(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
+[Bullshit walks, money talks]
+(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
+[Uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
+**************************************************
+Fuck You[Hook:]
+Fuck you
+This is for them hoes that hate
+Pardon my french but I just wanna say
+Fuck you
+This is for them snakes that smile in your face
+Pardon my french but I just wanna say
+Fuck you
+Go head tell em why you mad
+Cause you broke and you sad
+And ain't no body tryna fuck you
+So I just wanna say.... F-U-C-K you
+
+This next track is for them hatin ass bitches and niggas
+Yeah Kim
+Who thought I was gonna rot in jail
+This is what Ive been waitin for
+Who thought I couldn't do it again
+Thats the love hook, the right motherfuckin hook
+Yeah, well the motherfuckin Queen is back, bitch
+Go hide under a motherfuckin rock, fuck you
+
+[Hook]
+
+Does my sexiness offend you
+You hoes ain't friends but they try to pretend to
+Snakes in the grass tryna strike against you
+Tell em why you mad cuz Im fly like jet blue
+They even try to go thru what I been thru
+But they need to catch up cuz they in my rearview
+I kick a bitch ass in my Jimmy Choo shoe
+But you ain't even worth sweatin out my hairdo
+I tell em screw you bitch go to hell
+You sayin my name tryna get your shit to sell
+And even tho your girl been away got low like Chappell
+I'm back in the club got everybody yellin
+
+[Hook:]
+
+Go head tell em why you mad
+What you spend on your rent I spend on my Louis Bag
+Im high class shoppin on Fifth Ave
+You keep the tag in your clothes so you can take it back
+Mad cuz you're broke and you're lookin for a fix
+What you want my autograph and you wanna take a pic
+Tell em why you mad cuz you lookin real pissed
+Jealousy is a diesease and you lookin real sick
+Need to see a Doc Your girl on top
+Lotta bitches want my spot but I got it on lock
+Headed to the bank I'mma get it non stop
+When they play it in the spot let everybody holla
+
+[Hook:]
+
+Kim real Im just sayin what I feel
+You ho's faker then a three dolla bill
+Now the Queens back you already know the deal
+Only time you gettin burn is when you on the tredmill
+Ewwww it's like they always on they period
+Tell em why you mad go on tell how you furious
+You chicks crack me up don't nobody take ya serious
+I laughed at em like Eddie Murphy Delirious
+Listen here don't hate me hate the person in the mirror
+So please keep that fake ass shit from over here
+And everybody put your middle fingers in the air
+And we gon tell them haters
+
+[Hook:]
+
+FUCK YOU!
+**************************************************
+Gimme That[Intro]
+Four, three, two, one
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Maino]
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+That bomb-ass pussy
+
+[Verse 1: Maino]
+Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me
+I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me
+I ain't done at one nut, bitch, I dump all three
+Slurp it all up when you suck on me, 'cause, see
+I got the cleanest, meanest, penis
+Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick
+Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret
+Now all the hoes know my dick game quite decent
+Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles
+Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell
+I'm the damn dude that will ram you
+So damn hard it'll leave your ass blue
+Meat slinger, my meat stings ya
+Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver
+Want me to freak ya? Wait for me to skeet ya
+Dick comes around once a year like Easter
+Bitches flash me they thong and panties
+Then they ask me to do the nasty
+Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
+And when you pass me just holla at me and say
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Maino]
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+That bomb-ass pussy
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Now see, don't no bitch do it better than Kim
+And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim
+Everybody's man wanna get with Kim
+If you don't believe me, bitch, just ask him
+'Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina
+Even got my name on the menu at the diner
+Guys extend G with my goodies
+I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies
+Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after
+Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra
+My beehive gags ya when it grabs ya
+Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara
+Boys get hooked first time they taste this
+I lick dudes in all the right places
+G's got cases, tempted to take this
+Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists
+Niggas flash me they jewels and cash and
+Then they ask me to do that nasty
+Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
+And when you pass me just holla at me and say
+
+[Chorus: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+That bomb-ass pussy
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)
+
+[Verse 3: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+Some like me to do 'em rough and choke 'em
+Some niggas like me to rub and stroke them
+Some like objects down they throat and
+I get 'em all strung out and open
+Yes, I wrecked 'em down to the rectum
+Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em
+Pussy is power, listen, man
+My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam (That's tight)
+Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams
+Got fiends from New York to the Islands (Damn)
+Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bed pole
+Seen my dick and thought it was the bed pole
+One dude went crazy, y'all
+'Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk
+Some broads, they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em
+Call the ambulance, man, to come get 'em
+Niggas flash me they jewels and cash and
+Then they ask me to do that nasty
+Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
+And when you pass me just holla at me and say
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Maino]
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
+Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
+That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
+Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
+That bomb-ass pussy
+
+[Outro]
+Four, three, two, one
+Four, three, two, one
+Four, three, two, one
+**************************************************
+Catch My Wave[Intro: Lil' Kim and Rich The Kid]
+Yeah!
+Uh, yeah
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+I got too much swag for these bitches (Got too much, got too much)
+That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these bitches (I'm gassin', I'm gassin')
+Two hundred on the dash, on these bitches (Hundred on top)
+And stack up all this cash on these bitches
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & Rich The Kid]
+These hatin' hoes can't take me
+Guess the swag just way too much
+Mad cause they can't break me
+I see a lot, but I don't say too much
+These bozos can't fade me
+Clown bitches, y'all play too much
+I'm Plain Jane on the AP, nigga
+Plain Jane on the AP, nigga (Ow)
+Time's up, picking a long range
+You see us coming, know you in danger (Yeah)
+Two Glocks, call 'em Crips and Bloods
+So you know I'm riding with both bangers
+You fuck boys need to stop frontin'
+Know you in the closet like coat hangers
+I'm so tired of you fuck boys, I rather play with my fuck toys
+I'm gassin', I'm gassin', that Ferrari dick got horse power
+I'm gassin', I'm gassin', I rode that dick like a whole hour
+Too wavy (Too wavy), bitch, I'm a savage (Bitch, I'm a savage)
+I get the bags (I get the bags), you come with baggage (You come with baggage, on it)
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+I got too much swag for these niggas (Got too much, got too much)
+That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these niggas (I'm gassin', I'm gassin')
+Two hundred on the dash, on these niggas (Hundred on top)
+Just stack up all this cash on these niggas
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave
+
+[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
+You bitches been riding my wave forever
+But y'all gon' drown tryna catch this drip (Cowabunga, lil' bitch)
+
+[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
+Blue bills like the wave, nigga (Woo)
+Too many chains, like a slave, nigga (A slave, nigga)
+I might ride a Wraith but a Ghost bigger (Skrrt)
+You run up the check, he want six figures (Figures)
+My shooter pull up like he taking pictures (Pew-pew-pew)
+Gelato my Back, we don't do the Swishers (Do the Swishers)
+My bitch is too bad, can't kick it with you (Kick it with you)
+My niggas pull up if he want a issue (Woo)
+Ayy, I went and got the Audemar bust down (Ice, ice, ice)
+Ayy, I fuck her, she bad, I thought she gon' bust down (Ice, ice, ice)
+Ooh, the Lamb is blue like a wave, too (Wave to)
+I told my bitch to behave, too (Woo)
+Kill the pussy, an assassin (Assassin)
+Tom Ford with the fashion (Yeah)
+The Maybach, not the Aston (Skrrt)
+Got the Bentley, I might crash it (Might crash it)
+Ain't cuff the bitch, had to pass it (Pass it)
+Might dive in, if it splashes (Woo)
+Tell her open wide if she nasty
+Let her ride the wraith if she classy (Skrrt)
+Dropped a hundred at Gucci, my socks nigga
+I pull up the top, it gon drop with you (Woo)
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+I got too much swag for these bitches (Got too much, got too much)
+That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these bitches (I'm gassin', I'm gassin')
+Two hundred on the dash, on these bitches (Hundred on top)
+And stack up all this cash on these bitches
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
+Now catch my wave
+
+[Outro: Lil' Kim & Rich The Kid]
+Uh, got too much swag (Got too much swag)
+Yeah,, I'm gassin' (I'm gassin')
+Uh, yeah, hundred on top (Hundred on top), on these (On these), yeah
+**************************************************
+Haterz[Hook: B.Ford]
+Haters - Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
+Mm, mm, mm, damn shame - Damn, I got some haters
+Haters - Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
+Mm, mm, mm, damn shame - Damn, I got some haters
+Damn, I got some haters, damn-damn-damn, I got some haters
+Hm, hm, hm, Goddamn - Damn, I got some haters
+Haters - Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
+Hm, hm, hm, Damn shame - Damn, I got some haters
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Mm, mm, mm, Goddamn - Damn, I got some haters
+Can't stand me a bitch that hate, cause the man she want want me
+H-H-His hands is on my anus, he speaks a different language
+He's hungry and it's breakfast time, he wants to eat my danish
+He's so shameless, my chrome getup stainless
+My skull game the best cause hers is kinda brainless
+They say I got that proper, got on my hater blockers
+I'm higher than a giraffe's ass in a helicopter
+Who's gon' stop her? Satan's wife ain't hotter
+I make dudes leave they girl how I pop, lock and drop her
+Call me Betty Crocker, my icing is a topper
+This snowball on my finger, it look like I'm playing soccer
+Hatin' ass bitches, hatin' ass niggas, hatin' overrated ass nigga
+I be in the back getting faded, my nigga
+All you see is black, Darth Vader, my nigga
+Stepping on with my Giuseppes on
+Pow-pow, my weapon on
+Hating on the Bee cause they wanna be me
+You don't like the Queen? You just a
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: B.Ford]
+Plenty bitches, bad bitches all around me
+They smoking dope, poppin' pills, it's so astounding
+I'm fly as fuck, rocking Chucks, camo shorts
+My snapback is mad fresh, that's out the store
+I'm in the building and I'm concealing some marijuana
+We finna smoke and my shit so potent, some major ganja
+These people love me just like I'm rich but I'm nowhere near it
+But once I get it, you motherfuckers should really fear me
+I'm just some guy everybody fuck with but don't know why
+Really, could it be that I'm just that fly?
+I'm high, I fall, I just might die, I just might die, die, haters
+Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
+Hatin' on your boy cause your boy is a player
+Hatin' on your boy cause your boy gettin' paper
+Boy get some paper, go get a fucking life!
+I be living that "Fuck it" life, buying shit, fuck the price
+Met this bitch, fucked your wife, heh, this my everyday fucking life
+And you niggas wanna compare yours to mines?
+You ain't seen the signs? You ain't seen my grind?
+Nigga, fuck is you saying? You just a
+**************************************************
+Not Tonight (remix)(with Missy, Angie Martinez, Da Brat, Left Eye)
+{dice shakin}
+Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
+Uhh, here's another one, and another one
+Yeah
+Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee
+
+Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
+It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
+The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
+Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
+Yo I just made this motherf**ker up last night
+And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
+Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
+But on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
+So if you say it's on then it's on
+Bang this in your whips
+Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
+Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
+I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
+Make you dance, ooowwww
+I stay focused, in the dopest
+Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
+And toke this, I ain't lye-in
+Niggas tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
+All it takes is one phone call to my street team
+Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
+Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
+Y'all missin the buck, with the f**k
+Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
+Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
+It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
+And I got all my sisters with me
+
+Chorus:
+Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
+Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
+
+Verse Two: Left Eye
+Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
+Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
+I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
+Getcha back up on the right path
+Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
+From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
+Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
+Right hand sayin step-son
+To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
+Too my niggas straight snitches, to them other chicos
+Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
+If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
+Strictly a bell ringer
+Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
+I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
+To the top and it don't stop
+Chorus
+
+Verse Three: Da Brat
+Y'all see, how these bogus niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches
+Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
+If it's, too hot then get the f**k up out the kitchen
+Niggas dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
+Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
+Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
+Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
+And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
+Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
+Playa phony niggas be buggin, I can tell
+Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
+Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
+Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
+F**k the police keep my wallet obese
+Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
+Straight from the Chi
+Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
+Chorus
+
+Verse Four: Missy
+Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
+I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
+You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
+What I look like?
+Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
+Check it out, uh huh, yeah
+Oh what a night
+You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
+I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
+Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
+I gotta catch a flight
+Aheheh, round three and shit
+Niggas can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
+Aaaaoooowwww niggas wanna be us
+Heh I'm out he, ooh
+*ladies night, ladies night...*
+**************************************************
+Who’s Number One?[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+Ladies and gentlemen
+(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 everyone in this motherfucker to get up out their seat)
+Ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu
+(It's our time)
+I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
+
+[Verse 1: 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 wetter than 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 vial 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
+
+[Chorus: 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, you better think again
+(Number one)
+Cause you can't win
+(You can't win)
+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, you better think again
+(Number one)
+Cause you can't win
+(You can't win)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Your so-called vendetta was light like bird 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 glazed
+Leave you amazed, and keep the fifth by the rib cage
+All you jealous ass hoes', rebellious ass hoes'
+Still trying to recoup off the first album ass hoes'
+You a gangster? Prove it. Wanna shoot me? Do it
+That's word to Jerry McGuire, I'll set that ass on fire
+Tie you up with barbed wire, carve my name in your face
+Pour gasoline on you, drop you at the gas station
+Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyurethane
+Cocoa butter cream, vaseline and drugs baby like codeine
+Low self-esteem? Uh-uh, the flow is excellent
+Yours is satisfactory, return them to the factory
+I mean practically, the shit is wack to me
+Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
+Here to tell you chicks to stop tail-gating
+
+[Chorus: 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, you better think again
+(Number one)
+Cause you can't win
+(You can't win)
+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, you better think again
+(Number one)
+Cause you can't win
+(You can't win)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
+Often tipsy, cabin in Poughkeepsie
+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
+Spotted me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
+That's how we do it, you chicks is no frills
+Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
+Stealin' tricycles, ridin' 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 (giggles) - 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!
+
+[Chorus: 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, you better think again
+(Number one)
+Cause you can't win
+(You can't win)
+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, you better think again
+(Number one)
+Cause you can't win
+(You can't win)
+
+[Outro: 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?
+**************************************************
+Kimmie Blanco[Verse 1]
+It’s Kimmie Blanco, female Keyser Söze
+Take over the game, Hercules conquer
+That bitch know how I get down, they already prompt her
+So while you leave the screen, beam aiming, here’s your encore
+We strapped in them V12s, no seat belts
+So much money that the bills pay themselves
+So much honey, killer bees in the shelves
+Extra gunpowder, cocaine in the shells
+Yea, y'all bitches kinda hot, meet hell
+Scarface, in them Loub red heels
+I swear I got them bitches running like a treadmill
+Fictitious little bitches, but I make you dead real
+And at the end, you won’t even have a friend to get
+Made bitch, I got the keys from the syndicate
+So fuck it if it ain't old, I like my money vintage
+Walls got so much plaques I gotta call a dentist
+
+[Hook] x2
+I am Kimmie Blanco, Blanco
+The motherfucking head honcho, honcho
+So you better have your poncho, poncho
+About to rain on you pronto, pronto
+
+[Verse 2]
+It’s Kimmie Blanco, get to know the name
+I go off on tracks like derailed trains
+I don't do the airports when I board my planes
+You hustle all wrong, you only chase the fame
+Plant a few seeds, that’s how I catch you birdbrains
+La jarena of the game, like I'm from Medellin
+I put hits out, long kiss goodnight ya
+You’re all welcome to the problems, we invite ya
+Let’s get it jumping, like a motherfucking tip-off
+I come through and let a clip off
+They like "Oh, I think she pissed off"
+Nah, it ain't nothing to a fucking boss
+One head now you getting dust off
+I be out in Morocco sipping Moscato
+While niggas popping ya top, we popping the bottle
+Bitch your time is up, word to Mavado
+Now you know not to fuck with the Kimmie Blanco motherfucker
+
+[Hook] x2
+**************************************************
+All Good{ "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" - repeat for 21 seconds* }
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
+That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
+So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
+I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
+I hear the snakes hiss, talkin reckless
+Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
+Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
+And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace
+I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
+How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
+Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
+Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
+Now the D.A., wanna give me time in the feds
+I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
+Come down with my weave straight sittin on bread
+At the gate, gettin picked up in a new Coupe {?}
+
+[Hook One: Lil' Kim]
+"It's all good" - If you drivin or ridin the bus
+"It's all good" - In the struggle and the times is tough
+"It's all good" - It don't matter you can ride with us
+"It's all good" - It's all good
+"It's all good" - If you hustlin and huggin the block
+"It's all good" - Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock
+"It's all good" - It don't matter how you get that guap
+"It's all good" - It's all good
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
+Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
+It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
+The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
+Balloons stuffed with luh up in the chocha
+Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high
+He used to keep my fly he had the 6 I had the 5
+So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
+At age 14 I was puttin' on weight
+At age 16 I was movin' the weight
+Gettin paid for drivin' state to state
+Smugglin' weight, prayin I don't bump into Jake
+I travelled through a few places with the burners
+In the suitcases, thank God for Big
+Damn right I love the life I live
+Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all
+
+[Hook Two: Lil' Kim]
+"It's all good" - Niggas run around stuntin and frontin
+"It's all good" - Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin
+"It's all good" - It's aight cause they time is comin
+"It's all good" - It's all good
+"It's all good" - They hatin on me but they copy my style
+"It's all good" - Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
+"It's all good" - You know you can't keep a good bitch down
+"It's all good" - It's all good
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Cowards huff and puff but won't blow shit down
+I come through like two airplanes in midtown
+Nigga my get back's the get down
+Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
+They all talk loud, when they see you they quiet down
+Faggots violated I wish they'd try now
+Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
+Punks gettin left off right where I pick up
+Picture in Vogue, Spring/Summer issue
+Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
+You know when I do it I'm doin it monumental
+Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
+They ask me if I know what true happiness
+Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
+Hell no I love the life I live
+Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all
+
+[Hook Two] .. [Biggie samples] .. [Hook One] .. [Biggie samples to end]
+**************************************************
+Player Haters[Skit]
+Hater #1: Ayo
+Hater #2: What up, baby?
+Hater #1: That little stink-ass bitch, Kim, them little snake niggas, man. Man, I don't like that bitch, man
+Hater #2: Yeah, I see that bitch
+Hater #1: Yo, that's my word, red. Yo, that's my word, son
+But yo, on the real though, that bitch do be havin' some cheddar and that bitch be rockin' some ice, know I'm sayin'?
+Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it
+Hater #1: I be seein' her floatin' with lil' niggas here now and then, know what I'm sayin'?
+Hater #2: What, them lil' bitch-ass M.A.F.I.A. niggas?
+Hater #1: Yeah, them lil' faggot-ass niggas, nahmsayin
+Hater #2: Them niggas pussy, kid
+Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggas rollin' down Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of 'em on the strength. Nahmsayin? You know how we roll, baby
+Hater #2: No doubt
+Hater #1: But, um, 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, nahmsayin'? You know how they get down. Know what I'm sayin'?
+Hater #2: No doubt
+Hater #1: I'm 'a hold them niggas down, one of them niggas move a inch, I'm lacin' 'em straight up and down. I'm puttin' one in
+They cabbage...
+Hater #2: Let's make it happen, kid
+Hater #1: Aight
+**************************************************
+Download[Intro: T-Pain]
+Yeah, you already know what it is (Ooh wee)
+Yeah, yeah, who it is
+Queen B, TP and Charlie
+Yeah, when you gon' let me download? (Download)
+Whats up?
+
+[Hook: T-Pain]
+Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
+Cyber surfin'
+So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
+When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
+All I wanna do is download
+When you gonna let me download?
+Shawty up, shawty down low
+When you gonnna let me download?
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I'm on Myspace and it's type late
+My baby got me number one on his top eight
+It's computer love, we don't mind the hate
+They just MySpace freaks trynna find a date
+We up all night havin' cybersex
+He chat, I chat though we never met
+He said he wanna explore me like the Internet
+It's like an orgasm every time he sent a text
+He wanna download, he likes to download
+Little Kim songs and put 'em on his ringtone
+He even got my screen saver on his iPhone
+I get more hits than a T inzone
+We goin' back and forth, sendin' emails
+He a thug so I hit him on his Gmail
+His sense of humor got me writin' LOL
+I sent pictures of myself straight to the cell
+
+[Hook: T-Pain]
+Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
+Cyber surfin'
+So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
+When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
+All I wanna do is download
+When you gonna let me download?
+Shawty up, shawty down low
+When you gonna let me download?
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+He been lookin' at my sexy pics, said he diggin' my sexy hips
+He wanna kiss my sexy lips and download me on his floppy disk
+Little Kim is the only one on his mind
+He wanna come through and put me on his hard drive
+Three o'clock in the morning we be online
+Others send friend requests but they get denied
+He type I miss you
+I type back to let him know the feeling's mutual
+It's just Myspace love but it's beautiful
+He love to watch my videos on YouTube
+Hey, it's like everytime I log on I get so turned on
+Computer love playin' in the back (that's my song)
+The only one that have me up all night long
+Feel like a fantasy, the chemistry is so strong
+
+[Hook: T-Pain]
+Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
+Cyber surfin'
+So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
+When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
+All I wanna do is download
+When you gonna let me download?
+Shawty up, shawty down low
+When you gonna let me download?
+
+[Bridge: T-Pain]
+Yeah, I'm hopin' you look like your pictures do
+When I see you up close and personal so I can touch you
+Late night online, you an insomniac
+I'm here now, grab me where my hard drive at
+I meant what I said when I typed that
+Lil' mama scream my name if you like that
+Ain't nothin' like computer love
+
+[Hook: T-Pain]
+Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
+Cyber surfin'
+So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
+When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
+All I wanna do is download
+When you gonna let me download?
+Shawty up, shawty down low
+When you gonna let me download?
+
+[B-Section: Charlie Wilson & Lil' Kim]
+Computer love, it's waitin' for you
+Tell me what you want me to do
+Computer love, it's waitin' for you
+Tell me what you want me to do
+
+[Hook: T-Pain]
+Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
+Cyber surfin'
+So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
+When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
+All I wanna do is download
+When you gonna let me download?
+Shawty up, shawty down low
+When you gonna let me download?
+
+[B-Section: Charlie Wilson & Lil' Kim]
+Computer love, it's waitin' for you
+Tell me what you want me to do
+Computer love, it's waitin' for you
+Tell me what you want me to do
+**************************************************
+Too Bad[Intro]
+I'ma really, really run through it, run through it (Yeah, yeah)
+I'ma really, really run through it, run through it (Yeah, yeah)
+I'ma really, really do it (I'ma really, really do it)
+I'ma really, really do it (I'ma really, really do it)
+I got, 'cause I got, I got jewels, jewels
+'Cause I got jewels, 'cause I got, yeah, you know
+Too bad for you, boo
+Too, too, too bad for you, nigga
+Too, too bad for you, nigga
+Too bad for you 'cause we winnin'
+
+[Chorus]
+Too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
+It's too bad for you niggas (Too bad), it's too bad for you niggas
+I swear I don't wanna win it, I don't really wanna stay
+I don't really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
+And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
+I just really wanna drink, I don't take my pain away
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
+I just really wanna, woah, I just
+
+[Verse 1]
+He said, "Shorty, you should go and bend it over for me
+Bust it down, go and spread it open for me
+'Cause the gang up in here, you know it's too bad
+When the gang up in here, you know we doing bad"
+I'ma shake it on him, shake it all around like a hula hoop
+And now he wanna take me to Hawaii
+And you know I'ma go, go and get it
+Tom Brady, I'ma throw it, throw it back
+Diamonds dripping all over me
+But the money keep calling me
+And I know it's too bad for you niggas that we winning
+Even if I go vegan, I'm still getting to the chicken
+
+[Chorus]
+Too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
+It's too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
+I swear I don't wanna win it, I don't really wanna stay
+I don't really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
+And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
+I just really wanna drink, I don't take my pain away
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
+I just really wanna, woah, I just
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'ma always be good 'cause the bitch is too bad
+Got a new Birkin bag 'cause we 22 stacks
+Bitches wanna ride a wave like a nigga durag
+My ex texts me that he miss me, tell that nigga "Too bad"
+Nigga, too bad
+I know I'm the best you ever had, shorty
+Like a quarterback, he focus on the pass, shorty
+Gotta reminisce on how I used to grab his dick and French kiss it
+Tried to roll you up, but you was big flippin'
+Just be out here, out here, like your friends
+Ain't no loving lost because I'm winning
+And these diamonds limping like a pimp
+Baby, endless
+
+[Chorus]
+Too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
+It's too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
+I swear I don't wanna win it, I don't really wanna stay
+I don't really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
+And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
+I just really wanna drink, I don't take my pain away
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
+I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
+I just really wanna, woah, I just
+**************************************************
+Scheamin’[Skit]
+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 niggas 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
+**************************************************
+Looks Like Money[Hook]
+I-I look like money
+I smell like money
+I talk money money
+My girl got money
+I look like money
+I smell like money
+I talk money money
+My girl got money
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah
+Cash money that's so last year
+Now when I do a show they gotta pay me in gold
+You talking bout bread? Gotta pay me the loafs
+Be sipping on Rose we making a toast
+Celebrate to the good life
+I'm married to the money, I'm a good wife
+Hundred grand for a show that's a good night
+What it look like? What it smell like?
+(Money, money)
+I'm smelling like I'm fresh out the bank
+Y'all ain't getting money? Oh y'all can't relate
+Kimmy go hard in the motherfucking paint
+I'm dunking on you hoes like Blake
+Let's separate the real from the fake
+The workers from the bosses, most the nice stones
+Turn them diamonds that's flawless
+I'm a winner, I ain't good at taking losses
+And we don't fuck with 911 that's just the cautious
+
+[Hook] x2
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah
+See me looking like a hundred bill
+Like Lewinsky I'm trying to blow a Bill
+50 grand in that Hermes bag
+Cause reptile like all you snakes in the grass
+They like "Girl you be killing 'em!"
+No longer single, I just married Benjamins
+So tell a friend to tell a friend that it's Kim again
+Yeah the queen is back and I'm bout to finish 'em
+Yeah my attitude like fuck it
+Show game rough more than your whole budget
+You already know it's the best that ever done this
+So them other hoes they can pack it up like luggage
+Smell like money, talk like money
+VVSs that'd make a rainy day sunny
+Little Kim the goddess, Playboy bunny
+And we do the money dance like niggas do the doggie yeeeeah!
+
+[Hook] x2
+
+[Outro]
+Like money
+Like money
+Like money
+Money money
+Got money
+Got money
+Got money
+Money money
+Like money
+Like money
+Like money
+Money money
+Got money
+Money money
+**************************************************
+Slippin[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
+Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
+Slippin 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 niggas wanna catch you slippin
+(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
+They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+No more Mrs. Nice Bitch
+Niggas 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 niggas 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
+
+[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
+Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
+Slippin 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 niggas wanna catch you slippin
+(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
+They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+I'mma stand up type, grew up in the projects
+And that's worth more than material objects
+A lot of things happen 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
+
+[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
+Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
+Slippin 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 niggas wanna catch you slippin
+(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
+They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+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
+Niggas do dirty work, the shit fall on me
+Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue
+But the niggas in your crew you gotta watch them too
+
+[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
+Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
+Slippin 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 niggas wanna catch you slippin
+(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
+They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)
+**************************************************
+Kitty Box[Lil' Kim]
+Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee
+Lil' Kim... 7 you ready?  Good
+Cause 7's my lucky number
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
+Wanna play for a day dad-dy?  In my kitty box
+Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
+Wanna play for a day dad-dy?  In my kitty box
+(My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box)
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+I'm goin to Miami, stylin, whylin
+Shinin, in diamonds, they're sizin me up
+My bikini, Gabbana, heels, Prada
+You know, I like, it sexy
+Boys holla when they pass me, call me and harass me
+They love me cause I'm nasty, but classy
+If you're ballin put your bid in, you broke, forget it
+You're just another doll chasin the Kim
+I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat
+If you want it then you better come and get it
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in a drop
+Picture Lil' Kim tan and topless on a yacht
+Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy
+Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties
+Shirt and no panties... {*moaning*}
+Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin
+Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position
+Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole
+Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold
+Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold
+Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Lil' Kim's got that potion, my box'll have you open
+I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean
+You crave it, you want it, you want it jump up on it
+So you can play in my box 'til the morning
+I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning
+You can play in my box until the morning
+I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat
+If you want it then you better come and get it
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Good Times[Lil' Kim: Intro]
+Uh, where's all my single ladies at?
+Where's my single ladies at?
+Single ladies clap your hands
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+They say my music too hard and my mouth too nasty
+Clothes too tight and my ass too sassy
+I'm a love goddess haven't you heard?
+Jehovah's my witness, spread the word
+And all scrubs get kicked to the curb
+Before you holla at me throw a few dollars at me
+I see you got a brick in your pants
+Would you like a table dance?
+The boss lady make you pay for the sex
+Then shake my ass like I'm at a Greekfest
+No cash, I take Traveler's Checks
+For an extra five g's you can have my address
+The things I do I take a real risk
+A lot of people think that I'm a real bitch
+Don't judge me by the words of this song
+Cause the media, they got me figured out wrong
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
+I ain't got nothing to hide, my pussy ain't for free
+Just like the Benz I drive you out of your mind
+Some people think that I'm nasty, I just like having a good time
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Cease]
+Yo, yo, yo
+Yo that single life shit, that be me
+Front ass at the bar, where the chickens be?
+Got two hoes, Tonya and Tiffany
+Finger in the drawers and we downin' Henessy
+Then I hit the door slide to the ride
+Now I'm gettin' head in the Q-45
+That's LV, minors is six and up
+With the big atennas that be sittin' up
+I'm livin' it up, drink Cris, piss in the cup
+With a bunch of birds that with it to fuck
+I love life (no doubt)
+So fuck a ho and a wife
+Peace and love to all my sluts and my dikes
+Cease never treat a bitch nice
+I wanna bitch that smoke and don't get an appetite
+I fuck to die cause my mom fucked for me
+That's why my niggas never sling dick for free
+Feel me?
+
+[Hook 2: Lil' Cease]
+I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about Cease
+I have no love for hoes, my dick just ain't for free
+I keep a lot of pussy on my mind
+Some people think that I'm nasty
+I just like fucking all the time
+
+[Lil' Cease]
+See some niggas do, and some niggas don't
+Pay for the pussy, some niggas won't
+See, I ain't the type that can say "I Don't"
+Once the bitch see the six, I ain't gotta do shit
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+You can be Cash and I'll be Tango
+Bingo, you know just how this thang go
+Niggas wanna get with me without the ching-ching dough
+The Green Bling flow, I don't think so
+
+[Lil' Cease]
+I jumps out like "Biotch! Who the fuck you with?"
+On some real Jigga shit, haters suck my dick
+If you out for the ones then out come the guns
+Once I call the duns, then out come the slugs
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+I got an island name Queen Bee
+And a dog that's a Pickingese
+What you call romancing, don't tickle my fantasy
+Put your money where your mouth is, talk is cheap
+Buy me a country and a monkey, or don't even come to me
+
+[Chorus 3: Lil' Kim]
+
+[Chorus 4: Lil' Cease]
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Queen Bee
+Lil' Cease
+**************************************************
+Jet Fuel[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Thinking that I fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
+I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust)
+Think I'm pretty, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck)
+He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush, crush (I'm his crush)
+Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
+Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck (In the truck)
+Y'all niggas fucking MILFs, I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
+They say, "You still live in a mansion?" I'm like yup, yup (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Bitch, this ain't no glow for me, I'm trappin' dope-ally (Ayy)
+I got pounds of that purple weed, it look like potpourri
+Flyest bitch in the room, you lil bitches can't fuck with me
+And I'm drowning in this money, ain't no fucking boat for me (Yuh)
+A1 all the time 'cause I'm fucking saucy
+Kim K riding shotgun, please, I'm fucking bossy
+Ol' boy say he love me, but his shorty hatin' on me
+Oh, lil homie ballin', but I'm way too out his league
+
+[Pre-Chorus: TLZ, Big Lew & Lil' Kim]
+Yeah, ooh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain't shy
+Like Marie Callender, bitch, we sellin' pies
+Breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' I got ties
+Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly
+Please don't bring me 'round your friend 'cause I'ma hit that
+Thought it was sweet until I broke the bitch like a Kit-Kat
+It's money in the mattress, I be fucking up a check
+I don't sleep on the paper, so she don't fuck with the rest
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Thinking that I fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
+I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust)
+Think I'm pretty, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck)
+He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush, crush (I'm his crush)
+Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
+Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck (In the truck)
+Y'all niggas fucking MILFs, I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
+They say, "You still live in a mansion?" I'm like yup, yup (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: TLZ]
+I gotta, you know these niggas they gon' call for me
+I don't talk for free, let Georgie, Ben and them talk for me (Woah, woah)
+I don't gotta cut my old school, he gon' whip that four for me (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Got a goon that'll kill for me (Brrr)
+Call that hood chivalry (Ayy)
+And the clique keep going (Where?)
+Up, up and we going (Gone)
+Like Siamese, they joined (Yeah)
+To the plate, filet mignon (Ayy)
+'TIl my new car hit high speed (Skrrt, skrrt)
+'Cause bitch car be foreign (Yeah)
+I'm in a new city, like I'm tourin' (Ayy)
+Abracadabra, get it going (Louis)
+
+[Pre-Chorus: TLZ, Big Lew & Lil' Kim]
+Oh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain't shy
+Like Marie Calendar, bitch we sellin' pies
+Breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' I got ties
+Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly
+Please don't bring me 'round your friend 'cause I'ma hit that
+Thought it was sweet until I broke the bitch like a Kit-Kat
+It's money in the mattress, I be fucking up a check
+I don't sleep on the paper, so she don't fuck with the rest
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Thinking that I fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
+I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust)
+Think I'm pretty, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck)
+He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush, crush (I'm his crush)
+Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
+Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck (In the truck)
+Y'all niggas fucking MILFs, I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
+They say, "You still live in a mansion?" I'm like yup, yup (Yeah)
+**************************************************
+I’m Dat Bitch[Verse]
+Where my real bitches at?
+Only Queen Bee can bring the real niggas back
+If I could I'd get the keys to the jail and free Bobby
+We need the real niggas back (Hold ya head, Shmurda!)
+Your MCM is my TBT
+You might catch me on the jet with TBE
+We all eating no EBT, Prime 112 then LIV
+Everything LIT, we bout to make a movie
+And sell this shit to NBC
+Chanel nail polish, lingerie, yeah, it's all designer
+He eat the pussy on the spot like Benihana
+Every freaking night and every freaking day
+I want to fucking get paid in every freaking way
+One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
+Zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
+Zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
+Get the cash out the teller, bitch, then too Donna
+Baby, you the man of it all
+Spending them bands on it all
+Ain't gonna get you far
+'Cause I'm that bitch
+
+[Hook]
+I'm that bitch
+I'm that bitch
+I'm that bitch
+I'm that bitch
+
+[Bridge]
+I keep it a stack like a G
+Nobody do it like the Queen Bee
+That's why they all wanna be me
+'Cause I'm that bitch
+
+[Hook]
+I'm that bitch
+I'm that bitch
+I'm that bitch
+I'm that bitch
+**************************************************
+Fountain Bleu[Intro: Mimi]
+It's Mimi, bitch, where you at, bitch?
+Estoy aquí afuera, I'm down by the pool
+I done met me a sheek that's a freak
+And wanna do something strange for a house and a plane
+I got the coconut oil, he about to rub me down, babe
+Nalga y to', ¡ven pa' acá!
+
+[Intro: Lil' Kim]
+¡Dímelo! Aquí en el Fountain Bleu, bitch
+I'm at the Fountain Bitch
+It's sweet pussy Saturday
+I'm about to get my sweet pussy sucked
+He say he wanna sleep in this pussy
+He wanna renew his vows in this pussy
+He said he wanna hide all his racks in this pussy
+He said he wanna put all his work in this pussy
+He wanna put a kilo in this pussy, bitch
+I'm at the Fountain Bleu, bitch
+Ven aquí, ven aquí to the Fountain Bleu, bitch
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+I'm just chilling at the Fountain Bleu
+Counting chicken at the Fountain Bleu
+I'm vibing out the Fountain Bleu
+You know I'm grinding out the Fountain Bleu (x2)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I just pull up Bentley coupe up in the Fountain Bleu
+Old money, new faces, I'm just used to countin' hue's
+Drop a hair do like I drop a bitch nigga
+Playing pussy get you fucked in this business, nigga
+A wealthy gutta bitch out of public housing
+Where we scream fuck the other side, no arousement
+Chanel lil boy 250 wildin', I'm talking $250,000
+Spent a wraith off in Neiman Marcus
+I should get paid to shop at Neiman Marcus
+And my closet's a Givenchy jungle
+Exotic Animals, that's Ferragamo
+I got a ostrich I named her Birkin
+I know it's hurtin', ya man made my last purchase
+Ran off on ya nigga twice, he steady calling I ain't calling back
+I don't pick up my phone unless it's about them racks
+Major key alert
+Make sure you secure them bags
+He texted my phone and said he got a bag
+I picked my best friend up and hit the nigga back
+He pulled a ring out, couple chains out
+I fucked his brains out, at his mane's house
+Then went and gave the jewelry to my young niggas
+Cause I just love to fuck
+I don't love niggas
+He said that he proposed on his last album
+Damn, I never heard his last album
+Fuck a shooter, I got army troopers
+Hella ubers and they full of boosters
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+I'm just chilling at the Fountain Bleu
+Counting chicken at the Fountain Bleu
+I'm vibing out the Fountain Bleu
+You know I'm grinding out the Fountain Bleu (x2)
+**************************************************
+In the Air Tonite[Intro]
+What we gonna do right here is go back (go back)
+Way back (way back)- back into time (into time)
+
+[Chorus: Phil Collins]
+I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
+I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
+Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Keep still in the shit, killin the rhyme
+The Queen stay poppin the wine and cockin the nine
+For those who think they stoppin my dough
+Wanna copy my show, wha
+I'm switchin my flow, can't take it no mo'
+Oh you think I'm playin around
+I'm layin ya down
+Album drop, new millenium shuttin it down
+Better off givin it up, I'm rippin it up
+Spendin money, livin it up, not givin a fuck
+Hiding the tote, runnin the coast
+Makin niggas catch the Holy Ghost
+I'm realer than most, wha
+The trendsetter, the Brooklyn repper
+You know the routine
+Smoke you like a ciggarette-r
+We've been, out in a bit
+Y'all still talkin shit
+Ain't that a bitch?
+What part of the game was this?
+Millions I'm holdin'
+Drop tops rollin'
+Diamonds on my neck
+And Bentley ballin'
+Me and my niggas gettin' high all day
+Straight to the top, cuz we on our way
+Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
+That's right I got something for y'all
+Something for y'all, wha
+God bless me, look at all I've been through
+It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?
+
+[Chorus: Phil Collins]
+I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
+I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
+Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
+
+[Bridge: Clark Kent & Phil Collins]
+JM, JM
+Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
+PC, PC
+Clark
+Well I remember
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Back when it used to be the eighties
+Said the world was gon' end in 2000 (that's crazy)
+I'm the only thing to fear
+For the new year
+New year, and if BIG was here (woo)
+Get the fans, we the ones to talk
+We die real on the streets
+So watch where you walk
+And you can find me, usually
+Talkin' dirty to a cat thugged out
+Or even kinda nerdy
+Lil' Kim, Lil' Cease and JM
+Taking over like a plague on a town
+All y'all can do is pray and watch it go down
+Like when the ball drop
+My fam's all I got, we keep it gangsta
+Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
+That's right I got something for y'all
+Something for y'all, wha
+God bless me, look at all I've been through
+It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?
+
+[Verse 3: Phil Collins]
+Well, if you told me, you were drowning
+I would not a lend a hand
+I've seen your face before my friend
+But I don't know if you know who I am
+Well I was there and I saw what you did
+Saw it with my own two eyes
+So you can wipe off that grin
+I know where you've been
+It's all been a pack of lies
+
+[Chorus: Phil Collins]
+I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
+I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
+Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
+I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
+I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
+Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
+
+[Outro: Clark Kent]
+Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
+JM, JM
+**************************************************
+(When Kim Say) Can You Hear Me Now?[Intro: Kim]
+Can you hear me now?
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+All of a sudden, everybody wan' bang with us
+Don't they know them Gotti kids are dangerous?
+Come come now, y'all need to stop
+Niggas better hold they head 'fore they body rock
+I got, soldiers in every town
+That'll come see y'all like "Black Hawk Down"
+I ain't playin with you motherfuckers
+(RAAAAAAID!) I'm sprayin you motherfuckers
+If gettin money is a crime, then I confess
+Ain't about money?  I could care less
+When you see us comin know it's time to collect
+Niggas be like, "Here come the IRS!"
+Kick down doors, shoot through walls
+Queen Bee's a movement, fight for the cause
+Got a bite that's bigger than "Jaws"
+With or without my boys, I still make noise
+
+[Hook: Missy Elliott]
+New York - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
+That's when y'all turn it up
+Midwest - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
+That's when y'all burn it up
+L.A. - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
+Y'all make them cars jump
+Dirty South - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
+That's when y'all get it crunk!
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+My last album, some of y'all wasn't ready for it
+Alright, I slow it up, put the brakes on for ya
+I know what I'm doin, I ain't losin my mind
+I'm just so advanced I'm ahead of my time
+You all stuck at the back, I'm ahead of the line
+Even in the dark, I'm still gon' shine
+You'll see what I mean in 2009
+I kick outer space raps - ILL RHYMES
+Live guitars, nigga fuck cars
+I'm tryin to buy a spaceship to get to Mars
+Look out the window, and reach for the stars
+It's a new day, Lil' Kim's in charge
+Got a big dick, I'll bone you out
+Like money in the bank, loan you out
+If you ain't straight I'll comb you out
+Lil' Kim and Scott Storch be zonin out!
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+Ain't wanna do it, but now I got to pop my collar
+You actin like y'all real tough act to follow
+I got medallions the size of a half a dollar
+And about to buy my best friend a beauty parlor
+I know y'all don't wanna see Kim on top
+Please stop worryin about what I got
+What the fuck y'all know about the Yonker Rock
+When I'm cookin, keep your hands out my pot
+Them boys ain't bad and ain't no bitch greater
+Stop tryin to use me as a respirator
+I'm the same bitch on the escalator
+And I still ain't got no time for you fuckin haters
+I might start my day at Piaget'
+Or with a Mafia meetin at the Brooklyn Cafe
+"Okay, y'all wanna play?"
+Like 9/11, you gon' remember this day
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Missy Elliott]
+New York - "Can you hear me now?"
+Midwest - "Can you hear me now?"
+L.A. - "Can you hear me now?"
+Dirty South - "Can you hear me now?"
+"Can you hear me now?"
+**************************************************
+No Flex Zone (Freestyle)[Hook]
+Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
+I treat it so special, now you hoes jealous
+Fake hoes, got several, they tens or better
+I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ever since I came out the chain game
+Word on the street, Kimmy gang bang
+Red and blue diamonds, it's a drive-by
+1-8-7 its the same thang'
+Killing these hoes, it's a genocide
+Pussy drown a nigga, like riptides
+500 bottles, shittin' it ho
+I ain't gotta flex on this song tho
+
+[Interlude]
+They know better
+They know better
+
+[Verse 2]
+Take a bitch man, like a klepto'
+He swimming in the pussy, like a breaststroke
+It's fuck these hoes, like a porno
+Necklace, bracelet, watch froze
+I don't set trip, I set trends
+Pull up in that two-thousand twenty Benz
+Cause I be on that new shit, bananas in my asshole
+My man be on that zoo shit, wanna fuck me til' my eyes roll
+
+No flex...
+They know better
+They know better
+
+[Hook]
+
+No flex, no flex
+
+[Hook: Rae Sremmurd]
+No flex zone, no flex zone
+They know better, they know better
+No flex zone, no flex zone
+They know better, they know better
+Won a gold medal and a gold bezel
+I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
+Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
+I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter!
+**************************************************
+Thug LuvMm-hmm, ye-yeah..
+
+[Verse 1: 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, niggas 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
+
+[Verse 2: 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 niggas 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]
+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
+
+[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
+Male 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]
+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
+
+[Chorus Two]
+Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista, might as well ride with us
+Male 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]
+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
+**************************************************
+I Know You See Me[Intro]
+"What you see, is what you get"
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Ay - I know you see me on the screen now - riiight
+I know you see me do my thing now - true
+Tryin hard not to stare, actin like I wasn't there to you
+Can you see me now?  Am I clear to you?
+On the red carpet in Marc Jacobs clothes
+You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows
+In your favorite fashion magazine they feature the Queen
+On the cover of Don Divas, doin spreads with Eva
+When we walk down the street, dudes call us the covergirls
+We stand out when we next to them other girls
+I don't bend easy, budge or break
+Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface
+Your girl come through twirlin in droptop 'Rossa
+Me and my la familia like a "Goodfellas" poster
+You see I'm somethin you never seen befo'
+I know you see me cause I'm somethin that you can't igno'(ignore), ohh
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
+In the town, ballin out of control
+V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
+Standin room only, all of my shows
+Apple bottom bustin out of my jeans
+On the screen with the man of your dreams
+Front page of your new magazines
+Ay show some love, pay respect, I'm the Queen bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+And you should see me in the summertime, stretched out in one of my
+Droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline
+I'm livin off of your man, he supportin mine
+You'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine
+While you on your grind I'm on, beachfront property
+Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me
+Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me
+Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be
+The boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest
+Ball outrageous the broad is amazin
+In the 6, grippin woodgrain lane changin
+You coach flyin hoes need boss bitch trainin
+I'm muy caliente, sizzlin hot flame
+In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin
+You ain't talkin millions you ain't speakin my language
+The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
+In the town, ballin out of control
+V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
+Standin room only, all of my shows
+Apple bottom bustin out of my jeans
+On the screen with the man of your dreams
+Front page of your new magazines
+Ay show some love, pay respect, I'm the Queen bitch
+
+[Kim singing]
+What you see is, is what you get
+Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get
+I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check
+Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect?
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
+In the town, ballin out of control
+V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
+Standin room only, all of my shows
+Apple bottom bustin out of my jeans
+On the screen with the man of your dreams
+Front page of your new magazines
+Ay show some love, pay respect, I'm the Queen bitch
+**************************************************
+You Are Not Alone[Intro]
+Uh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, uh, uh, uh
+
+[Verse]
+You are not alone (Not alone)
+Matter of fact, I'm in the other room (Other room)
+I'm just watching you niggas with the scope (Yeah)
+Got the drop on you niggas
+At any given time, it could go down
+You are not alone (Not alone)
+Have niggas in your crib, when you not at home
+I am not alone (Nah), I got hitters that you've never seen
+You bitches better watch your tone
+'Cause any given time, it could go down, down
+If we talking drip, I got that shit that make you drown, drown
+Everybody know that I'm the trendsetter, yeah, yeah
+Past, present, future, no one do it better, no, nah, no, nah
+You are not alone, no, no, no
+Niggas leave them broke boys alone (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
+Your nigga blowing up my phone (What what, what what, what)
+He kinda cute too, you better get him
+'Cause at any given time, it could down
+We are not alone (Not alone)
+His girl is in the other room (Other room)
+But he's here with me and it's plain to see we got chemistry
+But any given time, it could go down
+All these black bottles of Patron
+But the Henny got me feeling like Jill Scott on the microphone
+Haters, please leave my life alone 'fore your life be gone
+Any given time, it could go down, down
+You are not alone, I'm always there like your shadow
+Haters throwing shots, but ain't got enough ammo
+I get low in these streets like a army fatigue Lambo
+I camouflage well in this Valentino camo
+I dismantle any competition to the coalition
+What Big started, I'm 'bout to finish
+You witness greatness every time I spit this
+Like a judge, an overdue sentence
+Haters, please leave my life alone
+You should never compare diamonds to a rhinestone
+I'm like Khaleesi on the Game of Thrones
+Get under your skin and burn your flesh and bones
+Haters, please leave my life alone
+Please leave my life alone
+Please leave my life alone
+You are not alone, I am here with you
+Though you always hate, all you do is make me great
+Leave my life alone
+Haters, please leave my life alone
+Please leave my life alone
+**************************************************
+Warning[Lil Kim]
+Shitted on ‘em
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+Shitted on ‘em
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+
+All these bitches is my pets
+I keep a tight leash around their necks
+Bitches try to bite, take their ass to the vet
+Put em right to sleep like they popped a Xanax
+Yeaaah, I be shittin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Kimmie go in, I go extra hard
+I swipe ya whole life with my debit card
+
+Shitted on ‘em
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+Shitted on ‘em
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+
+The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
+Got ‘em blue in the face: Avatar
+I be shittin’ on ‘em: diarrhea
+You bitches looking burnt: gonorrhea
+Same bitches throwin shots, but tryna be her
+I guess it’s all politics: Condoleeza
+I’m the first lady, her majesty
+Rap’s royalty, bitch, now you work for me
+
+[Hook]
+
+[All you clones had your shine like cubic stones]
+[Now the show is over: Jenny Jones]
+[Toss'em in the lake like Ricki bitch]
+[And I stay on this money, like a pyramid]
+[Yeah]
+[I been about a check ho]
+[You stole your whole swag you worse then a clepto]
+[I just blow up kisses X & O]
+[Got'em sick to they stomach...pepto]
+[All you bitches is some bums]
+[I fill your cup up with change]
+[You hoes should be rappin on a #4 train]
+[The price of your mother's house I paid for my range]
+[And that's a autobiography]
+[I swear these hoes be obsessed how they copy me]
+[Laxative flow shittin on them constantly]
+[And I leave a stain like I didn't wipe properly ew]
+**************************************************
+Chillin’ Tonight[Intro]
+Yeaaah!
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+Yeaaah!
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+
+[Verse 1]
+My girls goin' out tonight (yeaaah!)
+But I'ma fall back tonight
+Me and my man takin' it in tonight
+Yeah, we gon' get it in tonight
+We gon' smoke something, drink something, toast something
+So he can beat the pussy up like it stole something
+Get it poppin' all night 'til like 4 somethin'
+And then we right back at it 'round 6 somethin'
+It's supposed to be girls night out
+So you know he got my girlfriends cursin' me out
+Sayin' that I'm whipped and he turnin' me out
+No need for the gym 'cause he be workin' me out
+For me, he got a huge appetite
+Lick my ice cream like a tasty delight
+The bond between us is tight
+I heard Duve poppin' tonight but
+
+[Hook]
+I ain't goin' to the club or hangin' with my girls
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+R. Kelly got a show, but I can't go
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+Victoria Secret lingerie on
+Layin' up with my nigga tonight
+We 'bout to get it on, turn off the phone
+It's all about my man tonight
+
+[Verse 2]
+Tonight it's just me and my boo
+Candlelight dinner, sippin' some wine too
+Lingerie see-through, you know how I do
+Playin' slow jams to set the mood
+Some Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross, a little Anita
+In the bed laughin' at Martin and Gina
+All eyes on us like we Brad and Angelina
+No one can come between us
+The things he do give me the chills
+Like writin' out "I Love You" in hundred dollar bills
+He don't even think about playin' the field
+He in ecstasy without takin' a pill
+He treats me like a queen I love the way he courts me
+Makin' love in the Ferrari he just bought me
+Playin' play station, fight night
+I heard Stereo poppin' tonight but
+
+[Hook]
+I ain't goin' to the club or hangin' with my girls
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+R. Kelly got a show, but I can't go
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+Victoria Secret lingerie on
+Layin' up with my nigga tonight
+We 'bout to get it on, turn off the phone
+It's all about my man tonight
+
+[Verse 3]
+From the bed, to the kitchen, to the living room couch
+We done blessed every room in this New York penthouse
+Miami estate, house by the lake
+We ain't watchin' pornos, we watchin' our own sex tape
+I pour the Henny all over his jimmy
+So when he stick it in me, he's drunk off of Kimmy
+I make a nigga bust faster than a semi
+'Cause Kimmy get the jimmy rock harder than a penny
+Full body massage, champagne bubble bath
+Then we make love on a bed made of cash
+He can't get enough, he always ready to smash
+He love how I'm shaped just like a hourglass
+His niggas is tight, he chillin' with his wife
+But they don't come before the love of his life
+We in the crib havin' a pillow fight
+I heard Lotus is poppin' tonight but
+
+[Hook]
+I ain't goin' to the club or hangin' with my girls
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+R. Kelly got a show, but I can't go
+I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
+Victoria Secret lingerie on
+Layin' up with my nigga tonight
+We 'bout to get it on, turn off the phone
+It's all about my man tonight
+**************************************************
+Big Momma Thang (Original) (2Pac & Faith Evans Diss)[Lil Kim]
+Yeah, wha' wha'
+You got it going on, wha' wha'
+Uh, wha' wha, you got it going on, wha' wha'
+Yeah, wha wha', you got it going on, wha' wha'
+I used to be scared of the dick, now I throw lips to the shit
+Handle it like a real bitch
+Heather Hunter, Janet-Jac-me, take it in the butt, yazz yazz what
+I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
+Bahamas in the spring, baby it's a big mama thing
+Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
+That's how many times I wanna cum, 21
+And another one, and another and another one
+24 Carats nigga, that's when I'm fucking with the average nigga
+Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me
+And oh, don't you like the way I roll
+And play with my bushy, tell me what's on your mind when the tounge's in the pussy
+Is marriage?(Damn this bitch is bad) Baby carriage?(Damn I love that)
+Shit no, on the dime shit is mine
+Got to keep em' cummin all the time, why
+
+(Chorus)
+Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
+Thats why you're mad at me x2
+
+Hoes think I'm foul, well call me the bitch shitter, the lyrical, gonna take a miracle
+Like Deniece Willams bitches get peeled
+By the 6 shotta, guns we got alotta, you can't-a do me not-a
+Want it raw dog, well you best-a see papa
+Get your titties wet, and wouldn't it be glorious if you give head to Notorious
+Then sex my crew
+You just a wanna be down with my clique bitch
+Just some dick sucking, ready for an ass fucking
+Let me stress, the tattoos on your breast
+B.I.G, you rocking my property
+P.Y.P, play your position
+Now I got you wishing, you never started dissing
+Plus I give head better than you, my pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you
+I dedicate this song to ya, like R. Kelly and them twin Pac's in your belly
+
+(Chorus)
+Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
+Thats why you're mad at me x2
+
+Sore nigga what, pussy greased up, stack the g's up keeps the knees up
+What the fuck
+Stay feelin' half millin', Gineva Diva, yeah I throws it down
+Make it round clown, the clock stops for no one
+Never 68 and owe one, takes one to know one
+Better off with the Playboy magazine, uh fucking with the Don
+Push keys, these three for takes
+Yeah I ride crates, state to state, ten it takes
+Mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
+While daydream and whine, I just keep getting mine
+And I, and I'm married to this
+Y'all strategy bliss, and still planning weddings
+Mafi also dead ends the bullshit, any type that threatens to pull shit
+Uh, oh yeah who shot ya, who knows but they gotcha
+Fed up,(uh)wet up, maybe next time ya punk ass I'll keep your head up
+
+(Chorus)
+Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
+Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
+You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
+Thats why ya mad at me x6
+**************************************************
+Doing It Way Big{*dice rattle*}
+{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
+{*dice rattle*}
+{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
+You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
+We take trips to Mykonos, Greece
+Just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
+This is for my millionaire glub golfers
+Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars
+Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
+I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
+I smack niggas 'cross the face with a Centurion Card
+Who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
+In the Continental T, magnolia B
+.. (man, she doin it way big)
+I'm comin through Hummer stuntin, and I'm frontin
+Workin that la Burkin, Hermes bag
+Only multi-millionaires who know about that
+Be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+Anything we do we do it B.I.G
+Every move we make is always B.I.G
+And the number one rule, think B.I.G
+And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
+Anything we do we do it B.I.G
+Every move we make is always B.I.G
+And the number one rule, think B.I.G
+And the best rapper's still B.I.G
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
+Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
+Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H-R-E rims
+(uh-huh, doin it way big)
+The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
+It's made out of rubber gutta faggot, try to yank it
+Got all glass, Benz in all class
+I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
+This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
+Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
+Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
+I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
+I drop, 30 or more in Christian Dior
+They gotta, close the store and let me shop some more
+We go to, Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
+(now that's what you call doin it way big)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
+When I do it best believe I be (doin it way big)
+We greet our guests at the door
+With champagne and cigars that read (doin it way big)
+Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
+Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
+We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
+Ball baby or don't ball at all
+My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
+An office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
+I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
+With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
+LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
+Get with us, we know how to throw a party
+And you can't get in, without a Queen Bee members only jacket
+That reads (doin it way big)
+
+[Hook]
+
+{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
+{*dice rattle*} (one more time now)
+{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
+
+[Kim] And the best rapper's still B.I.G
+**************************************************
+Diego[Intro]
+We all in Margielas
+They treat me just like Griselda, nigga
+These bitches is jealous
+They just can't understand a bitch, no
+I know, I know
+I know, I know
+I know, I know
+I know, I know
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+We moving that Blanco, that Blanco
+They wanna be Blanco, I'm Blanco (I'm Blanco)
+I got all this work like I'm El Chapo
+Just made a million, I need 8 mo'
+
+[Hook]
+They call me Blanco
+They treat me just like Griselda, nigga
+Just call of the plug
+And tell him that I'ma be at him, nigga
+I'm whipping the Wraith
+I feel like I'm in space from the roof
+I trap out the coupe
+
+[Verse]
+They call me Blanco
+I get that work from El Poncho
+Driving it back from California
+Like Juice in the Bronco
+Quarter mill get you cinco
+That's wholesale, lil' nigga
+Oh, your girl got you locked down
+Need to post bail, lil' nigga
+Stand still, this ain't a treadmill
+This a belt scale, lil' nigga
+Upscale type of bitch
+Money making like mitch
+Got a million dollar pitch
+I feel like Randy Johnson
+Cook a bitch like Action Bronson
+And leave the foreign parked right on Tompkins
+
+[Bridge]
+They call me Blanco
+'Cause I like them Tony Montana niggas
+Birds in the Phantom
+And drop the shit off in Atlanta, nigga
+I know, I know
+I know, I know
+I know, I know
+I know, I know
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+We moving that Blanco, that Blanco (that Blanco)
+They wanna be Blanco, I'm Blanco (I'm Blanco)
+Baby on my hip, nuevo
+Just made a million I need 8 mo'
+
+[Hook]
+They call me Blanco
+They treat me just like Griselda, nigga
+Just call of the plug
+Aand tell him that I'ma be at him, nigga
+I'm whipping the Wraith
+I feel like I'm in space from the roof
+I trap out the coupe
+
+[Outro]
+Gang, gang, gang
+Gang, gang, gang
+**************************************************
+Time To ShineUh, Junior M.A.F.I.A
+Peace to all the Gods
+Peace to all the Gods
+Yeah
+Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths
+Queen B Bitch, Poppa keep me rich
+Ain't gun tottin', keep floatin in them automobiles
+Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins
+I got half a mill stashed in the [boat station]
+For womanizers and a handful of hoes that hate me
+But lately, it seems people make the world go round
+From A to Z, I breaks 'em down alphabetically
+Pathetically, I puts the pressure in ya jones
+Bet you fold like a Motorol(a) burner
+Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
+HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
+All that bawlin', cryin'
+Lyin', 'cause this black Queen is shinin'
+You didn't know I was Lieutenant, bitch, well that's primary
+You just a secondary secretary
+Envy against me
+Because I stay laced in Ellen Tracey, Dolce & Gabanna
+And people love me for my style, my personal
+Niggas go wild and want to have my child
+But I just sit back and enjoy
+The optimism given from a girl to a boy (what's it all about)
+
+
+[Chorus: Mona Lisa]
+It's my time to shine
+Been down for much too long
+I've gotta get mine
+JM and Kim keep movin' on
+It's my time to shine
+Been down for much too long
+I've gotta get mine
+JM and Kim keep movin' on
+
+Yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
+Yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+We all know what it means to be broke
+Breaking niggas off for some ends and some weed smoke
+Some like to mix it, what you like
+Trees I like 'em fine, straight up marijuin'
+And I put the lent in ya dents
+Then you'll be stressed out with no dollars and no cents
+Dressed in gear from last year, that you bought
+Before you quit your job at the airport
+Thinkin' you gon' make a mill from this rap game
+But you labeled as a lame and it's a damn shame
+No fame, no name, show no shame
+Who's to blame? (tore up in your frame)
+Now you wanna lick a shot 'cause you ain't got
+Get props, runnin' up in weed spots
+Just a little jux to make cash
+So you put the cream and the jewels in the stash
+Quick fast, get mad, 'cause ya man's in my whip
+Honey, button ya lip 'cause my clique is too thick
+It's all about the guns, the ones
+Just another day that the Earth rules the sons
+
+[Chorus: Mona Lisa]
+It's my time to shine
+Been down for much too long
+I've gotta get mine
+JM and Kim keep movin' on
+It's my time to shine
+Been down for much too long
+I've gotta get mine
+JM and Kim keep movin' on
+
+[Bridge: Mona Lisa]
+Hey baby it's about time to shine
+We're movin' on
+Keep it going strong
+Can't stop what's going on
+Hey baby it's about time to shine
+We're movin' on
+Keep it going strong
+Can't stop what's going on
+JM and Kim keep movin' on
+
+[Chorus: Mona Lisa]
+It's my time to shine
+Been down for much too long
+I've gotta get mine
+JM and Kim keep movin' on
+It's my time to shine
+Been down for much too long
+I've gotta get mine
+JM and Kim keep movin' on
+**************************************************
+Pissin’ On ’Em[Intro: Big Mike]
+Lil, Lil Kim
+It's called Pissin' On 'Em
+You know what we doing here
+Let's go Big Mike
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
+Spittin' on 'em
+Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
+Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
+Spittin' on 'em
+Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
+I just shitted on 'em
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+All these bitches is my pets
+I keep a tight leash around their necks
+Bitches try to bite take their ass to the vet
+Put 'em right to sleep like they popped a Xanax
+Uh, yeah, I be shittin' on 'em
+Spittin on 'em
+Kimmy go in, I go extra hard
+I swipe your whole life with my debit card
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
+Spittin' on 'em
+Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
+Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
+Spittin' on 'em
+Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
+Got 'em blue in the face, A-a-avatar
+I be shittin on 'em, diarrhoea
+You bitches lookin' burnt, gonorrhoea
+Same bitches throwin' shots, but tryna be her
+I guess it's all politics, Condoleezza
+I'm the first lady, Her Majesty
+Raps royalty, bitch now you work for me
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
+Spittin' on 'em
+Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
+Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
+Spittin' on 'em
+Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
+Yeah, I just did it on 'em
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+All you clones had your shine like cubic stones
+Now the show's over, Jenny Jones
+Toss 'em in the lake like Ricky bitch
+And I stay on this money, like a pyramid
+Yeah, I've been about a cheque, hoe
+You stole your whole swag, you worse than a klepto'
+I just blow 'em kisses, X 'n' O
+Got 'em sick to their stomach, P-p-pepto
+All you bitches is some bums
+I feel your cup up with change
+You hoes should be rappin' on the number four train
+The price of your mother's house, I paid for my Range
+Uh, and that's a autobiography
+I swear these hoes be obsessed how they copy me
+Laxative flow, I'm shittin' on 'em constanly
+And I leave a stain like I ain't wiped my ass properly
+Ew!
+**************************************************
+What’s the WordYo yo, aiyyo, yo
+
+Think it's bout time that I heat y'all up
+Y'all easy bake oven chicks, eat y'all up
+Like a ex pill I'm a keep y'all up
+And y'all ain't stop me from burn y'all just don't learn
+
+[Chorus]
+(What's the word?) She at it again
+(What's the word?) She in it to win
+(What's the word?) She back and she's stayin
+(What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin
+
+[Verse 1]
+And just when y'all thought y'all had the victory
+The one point game I fucked around and hit a three
+Swish!!!!! All fuckin net
+It's the fourth quarter your pourin down sweat
+Rap's M.V.P. don't you ever forget
+Since you came in this game are there any regrets?
+And y'all, dukes are lame don't let 'em back in
+What? You ain't heard? Keep at it again
+Yo it's cold at the camp, but I'm in it till it's over
+Notorious soldier thought I told ya
+Niggas is pissin me off right now
+But like that dance, I'm a shake 'em off right now
+Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not
+Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
+Move work from your block to your block
+The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked
+Beanie told y'all but I got proof
+I speak the truth, everytime I step in the booth
+Uh! Pretty things is all that I mean
+Better listen to the words that she sings
+
+[Chorus]
+(What's the word?) She at it again
+(What's the word?) She in it to win
+(What's the word?) She back and she's stayin
+(What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin
+
+[Verse 2]
+And now I could see why y'all all on me
+You need a hot remix you could call on me
+Niggas do dirty work the shit fall on me
+But I could hold that weight and still bake that cake
+We get it on in Brooklyn no lie Bed-Stuy holla back B.I. till I die!!!
+We get it on in Brooklyn no lie Bed-Stuy holla back B.I. till I die!!!
+Get money always but I ain't givin up rap
+Come on now, y'all should know me better than that
+I mean, this is somethin I'm a veteran at
+Buy me out, you need more cheddar than that
+Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not
+Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
+Move work from your block to your block
+The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked
+I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
+Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
+I give 'em a taste they just want more
+Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for
+
+[Chorus]
+(What's the word?) She goin for delf
+(What's the word?) She bout to reinvent herself
+(What's the word?) She reppin the hood
+(Yo what's the word?) Yeah the bitch look good
+
+[Outro]
+I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
+Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
+I give 'em a taste they just want more
+Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for
+
+[Chorus]
+(What's the word?) She at it again
+(What's the word?) She in it to win
+(What's the word?) She back and she's stayin
+(What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin
+**************************************************
+Last Day[Hook: repeat 2X]
+When it's my last day, then it's my last day
+But until that day, you can't take away
+How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
+Critically acclaimed, until my last day
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'mma be here
+Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
+I'mma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
+Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain
+Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
+'Til my last day, I'm goin hard
+And I ain't slowin up, 'til the Heliport's in my back yard
+'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card
+'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I'm from
+'Til I show you how it's done, show you why I'm number one
+'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet
+'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check
+'Til I'm at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher
+With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah
+In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker
+'Til I'm with Jehovah it ain't over 'til it's over
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Besides God, what the fuck should I fear?
+The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror
+I built my career on, blood sweat and tears
+And I'm still here, gettin stronger each year
+Cause what don't kill me, could only help build me
+I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy
+If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty
+If you was missin a spine you'd still have to feel me
+Some came and went but your girl is everlasting
+'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping)
+And niggas droppin tears on my Versace casket
+And I'm, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened?
+Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion
+By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick
+Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine
+This is God's plan homey, it ain't mine
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb
+And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be
+The big Q.B., the problem in Prada
+The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become
+I been hated on many times, adored and idolized
+Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line
+It's all there in black and white, read it and weep
+I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street
+Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day
+My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
+Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time
+So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind
+So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics
+I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets
+Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome
+I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Hold it Now[Intro: Havoc]
+Now here's a little story I got to tell
+About a gangsta-ass bitch y'all know so well
+It started way back in history
+With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G
+
+[Refrain]
+Go Kim, go Kim (Hold, hold it now)
+Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it, hold it now)
+Go Kim, go Kim (Hold, hold it now)
+Go Kim (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Now here's a little story I gots to tell (Uh-huh)
+'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel (Uh-huh)
+Taught you how to get money and pop Cristal
+Even gave y'all tips on ridin' cock as well (Hey)
+The Beehive, stickers say, "Better beware"
+If it's buzzin' in the spot, you know my boys is here (Bzz)
+If we in the parking lot, you know the toys is there
+Pushin' drop Bee Wagons, two doors, ya hear?
+Hold it now, the Queen's sittin' in the chair
+Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair?
+Will the real Kim stand up? There's frauds in here
+I'm 'bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year (Lights out)
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
+When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
+Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
+Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
+When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
+When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
+Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
+Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub ya titties if ya love Biggie
+And all my niggas grab ya dicks if you feelin' a bitch
+I'm in the middle of the dance floor (Go Kim, go Kim) killin' this shit
+With the Belve', tryin' not to spill in this shit (Go)
+You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club (Uh-huh)
+I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
+You a sensitive thug, let me give you a hug
+Y'all thirsty-ass niggas, take this bottle of bub
+I'm the first lady, so I can't lose
+Because of me, y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes
+Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide
+Now hold that, yo, Havoc, let the beat ride
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
+When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
+Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
+Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
+When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
+When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
+Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
+Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+You see, Frank White taught me how to play the game
+La Bella Mafia, nigga, I play to reign
+They pump my album in the street like they pump the 'caine
+I'm like bleach, Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain
+I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein
+I might give a little head to— (Hold it, hold it now)
+All we ask is y'all show respect
+'Cause we don't want talk, big homie, just cut the check
+Now I'm sittin' outside in my 6.6
+Just signed a lil' deal, about 6.6
+Used to transport bricks and make 6.6
+If you look in my garage, I got six joints (Hold it, hold it now)
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
+When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
+Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
+Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
+When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
+When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
+Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
+Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
+
+[Refrain]
+Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it now)
+Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it, hold it now)
+Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it now)
+Go Kim, woah (Hold it now)
+(Hold it now)
+(Hold it, hold it now)
+(Hold it now)
+(Hold it, hold it now)
+(Hold it now)
+(Hold it, hold it now)
+(Hold it now)
+(Hold it, hold it now)
+
+[Skit: Lil' Kim]
+Hot 103 WBUZ, you're listenin' to Queen Bitch Radio
+That was Black Jesus with "Tell Me What That Thing Smell Like"
+You're listenin' to 103 WBUZ, and I'm your host for the day, Lil' Kim
+We're 'bout to go to the phone lines, caller, you're on the air
+Ayy (Hello?)
+Hello? (Hello?)
+Hello, is that Kim over there? (Who's this?)
+How you doin', Kim? This is Mikey Meatball
+I been callin' over there for a long fuckin' time now
+I mean what do I have to do over here?
+I just wanna get a little scratch and sniff poster maybe, you know
+A what?
+A scratch and sniff poster, Kim, you know what I mean
+(Oh, oh, the)
+I mean
+The Hard Core poster, that, the new ones we have?
+Right, you know what I mean, come on
+Yeah, I think we have some
+Okay, so what I have to do for it?
+You scratch the middle, and it's, yeah
+Right, I love it
+What, what do you want me to do for it?
+What are you willing to do for it?
+Listen, I'm willing to do anything
+I'll blow a bubble in your ass and I'll make you burp, baby
+I'll suck your armpits, I'll suck the fart out of your ass
+Listen, listen, I love you, I swear I fuckin' love you
+You nasty bastard, oh my God
+These people is off the hook
+Can't believe that, I gotta go to another caller
+Caller, what's the word?
+What's up, motherfucker?
+Who is this?
+This Nigel
+Nigel? You sound like—
+Nigel from Nigeria, motherfucker
+Oh
+I bootleg everything
+Oh, shit, oh no, no
+Why we got the bootlegger on the phone, y'all?
+Yeah, I bootleg everything
+Kim, let me ask you a motherfucking question, motherfucker
+What?
+Let me bootleg your shit
+Hell fucking no (No, no)
+I can't believe this nigga just asked me to bootleg my shit
+Try again, muddafucca
+Motherfucka, I got Gucci bags, Kim's CDs, double CDs, triple CDs
+Bye
+All CDs in the set, motherfucka
+I'ma rob you, I'ma get your ass robbed
+Muddafucca, I might rob you, I got your song already
+Oh, bye, try again, muddafucca, bye
+**************************************************
+Shake Ya Bum Bum[Hook]
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky 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
+
+[Hook]
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+
+[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 burgundy 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)
+
+[Hook]
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+
+[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) *Nickelodeon*
+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 conch
+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*
+
+[Hook]
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Shake ya bum bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+Bum chicky, chicky bum
+**************************************************
+DiamondsUh, uh huh
+Bad boy
+Queen Bee
+C'mon, c'mon
+
+Verse One: Kim
+If I could make it rain
+I'd make it rain diamonds
+So all the girls in the world
+Could keep shrinining
+From princess cuts to emeralds to H-classes
+Yeah, I failed math, but bet I passed the E-class
+Went from Chanel number 5 to two point five
+The Melrose resident, every rooms a president
+With the live in waiters, betcha haters can't match that
+You're six digits short to catch that
+Your're net year gross it 20 thow on commission
+My net week gross 100 mil in addition to to the Dow Jones
+Stocks, restaurants out in Rome
+Plus all the over head
+And the interest on those loans
+
+Chorus:
+I want diamonds
+(She said she wants a man- to buy her a Lexuz Land)
+But that's all right for her
+But still it ain't enough for me
+I want diamonds
+She said she wants a guy
+To do it to her every night
+That's all right for her
+But you gotta go down on me
+
+Verse Two: Kim
+I had bitches rockin the red, yellow and green wigs
+Cats in they raps tryin to act like Big
+Remember when Big told y'all
+Get Money
+Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies
+Check it
+If I could separate all the game from the glory
+I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story
+Cause now a days niggas ain't sayin shit (word)
+Runnin off at the lips about what they gonna get
+And what they had in '86
+I puts them on the spot
+Pull out the lab top
+With the receipt for the yacht
+What you got?
+Niggas be mute all of a sudden
+What, I pushed a button?
+Shit, that ain't nothin'
+
+Bridge:
+I don't care if he's young or old
+Just make him very rich
+I just want someone that can spend dough
+I want diamonds
+Yes I do
+And a house that's made of gold
+There's only one thing better than money
+Come into my bedroom honey
+
+Verse Three: Kim
+So we can have a drink or two
+Cosmos, if you ghetto this Buds for you
+Here's a few
+So he can be nice
+When I show him this ice
+On my chest
+That I bought with his American Express
+I'm a mess, never-the-less
+I'm authentic
+Ninety-nine percent B-K
+One percent N-J
+Excuse me
+Cause what I'm tryin to say
+Is if you ain't thorogh
+Stay out my borough
+Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pairos
+And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros
+And ya'll buy your suits in portions
+I get mine's from an auction
+Million dollar dress that belongs to the princess
+While ya'll shopping at Saks
+I been there, done that
+Copt the sweater and the hat
+
+Chorus
+Bridge
+(with adlibs)
+**************************************************
+Do What You Like[Intro: Larce "Banger" Vegas]
+QB, ya shit, shit is crazy, yo
+Can't fuck with you, fo' real
+They can't fuck with you
+They can't fuck with you
+What's wrong with y'all bitches, man?
+What's wrong with y'all niggas, man?
+C'mon, the fuck is wrong with y'all niggas?
+Where you at, nigga? C'mon, nigga
+Where you at? Where you at, nigga? C'mon
+
+[Verse 1: Larce "Banger" Vegas]
+Yo, check 'em out, yo you you
+When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
+Got tombstone flow, with a casket rhyme
+Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
+With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine
+I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
+Rep for my hood niggas slingin' crack and dimes
+Half is mine, so you know it's half my time
+In the pen or the box, with my man on the ox
+We gon do it like we did it on the block
+Let's roll, like with 60's 30's
+40 niggas with me
+Rep ya hood, rep ya block, rep ya city
+This is me talkin', without the Remy in me
+I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
+Show y'all the true meanin' why Banger act willie
+'Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
+They call Leo Ganza with the twin nine millis
+Yea niggas
+
+[Chorus: All, Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
+Do what you like (we don't give a fuck)
+Go head and fight (all my bitches grab a nigga)
+And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
+Do what you like, do what you like
+Do what you like (you got a motherfuckin' gun)
+Bust of the nine (all my niggas grab a bitch)
+And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
+Do what you like, do what you like
+
+[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
+Ayo yo ayo, this is for them niggas frontin', don't really want it
+My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
+Hit 'em in the brain, niggas slain, layin' dormant
+Iced out grenade, with the big chains on it
+New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it
+Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it
+Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it
+Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it
+Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin'
+No stage shows, so forget about tourin'
+Mad at my team 'cause my niggas stay scorin'
+All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin'
+My guns bust
+Niggas get wet when it's pourin'
+Rain down long like Kim gettin' dressed in the mornin'
+Five-star general, spit a Uzi at ya coffin
+Run up in ya crib without a search warrant
+
+[Chorus: All, Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
+Do what you like (we don't give a fuck)
+Go head and fight (all my bitches grab a nigga)
+And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
+Do what you like, do what you like
+Do what you like (you got a motherfuckin' gun)
+Bust of the nine (all my niggas grab a bitch)
+And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
+Do what you like, do what you like
+
+[Verse 3: Bristal]
+Once again it's on
+The motherfuckin' psychos, M.A.F.I.A
+Bitches feel us, we the realest
+My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for
+Send that ass slow like I ride a six four
+I'm what ya kids admire
+Don't wanna see retire
+Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir
+Got a new attitude for the Y2K
+Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away
+
+[Verse 4: Lil Kim]
+Ayo move out the way Bris, I'm about to hook off
+Sick of motherfuckers tryna play us like we soft
+You have any idea how many words I shook off
+I'm not havin' uh no I'm not havin' it
+You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
+And I know y'all don't want me to call me boys
+M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club
+My whole crews in the club
+And girl, don't you hate when bitches be with the friends
+Dancin' all wild
+Bumpin you again and again
+Yea I know That some real punk shit
+Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit
+Bitches like that get stomped out
+You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
+Lady what we fear nigga you like
+Give 'em a pussy invite
+It's aight, maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight
+
+[Chorus: All, Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
+Do what you like (we don't give a fuck)
+Go head and fight (all my bitches grab a nigga)
+And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
+Do what you like, do what you like
+Do what you like (you got a motherfuckin' gun)
+Bust of the nine (all my niggas grab a bitch)
+And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
+Do what you like, do what you like
+
+[Outro: Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
+Y'all need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out
+Yeah, muthafuckas
+All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
+It's our motherfuckin' world
+Y'all need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out
+Yeah, big shout from the house
+Yeah, Queen Bee
+M.A.F.I.A. style
+B.I.G. Forever baby
+Brooklyn
+We gonna let y'all know
+Do what you want
+Do what ya like nigga
+It's 2000
+YaknowwhatI'msayin
+All hell to the Y2Kim baby
+GB It's yo turn
+All you hoes make a u-turn
+Aight, represent niggas
+**************************************************
+Right Now[ntro: Lil' Kim]
+I need you, got to have you
+Yeah, whatever
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & (Carl Thomas)]
+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
+
+[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
+Oh, I need you, oh
+Gotta have you, oh
+Just wanna touch you, oh
+I need your love, yeah
+Right now
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & (Carl Thomas)]
+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
+
+[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
+Oh, I need you, oh
+Gotta have you, oh
+Just wanna touch you, oh
+I need your love, yeah
+Right now
+
+[Bridge: Lil' Kim]
+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
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+See the party don't stop 'til 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
+
+[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
+Oh, I need you, oh
+Gotta have you, oh
+Just wanna touch you, oh
+I need your love, yeah
+Right now
+
+[Outro: Carl Thomas]
+Right now, right now
+I need your love, baby
+I need your love, baby
+**************************************************
+Get in Touch With Us[scratched] "Now you've seen this before;
+Don't, don't tell me what's been happening
+Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy"
+
+[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
+Yea yea yea yea, I'm back
+Aw yeah, I'm back
+I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
+Aw yeah - I'm back
+I'm back
+Yea yea - I'm back
+I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
+Take a peek and make sure ain't nobody inside
+Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
+Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
+Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
+Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
+Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
+And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
+If Styles say get you, without no doubt
+I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
+Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
+That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
+(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
+Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
+And you snitch niggas tryin to get a nigga locked up
+Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples] + (Styles)
+Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
+And I'm about to murder cats
+And I'm about to murder cats
+(She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
+(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
+
+Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
+And I'm about to murder cats
+And I'm about to murder cats
+(It's the Ghost and the Queen
+Motherfucker get in touch with us)
+
+[Styles P]
+You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
+Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
+I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
+I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
+I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
+The money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
+(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
+Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
+They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
+You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
+This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
+Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
+(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
+I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
+You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
+It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
+
+[Hook]
+
+[SP] It's the Ghost
+[LK] And the Queen
+[SP] I'ma shoot at most of your team
+[LK] And I'm leavin with most of your cream
+[SP] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
+[SP] I'ma kill a made nigga
+[LK] And I'ma kill the witnesses
+[SP] Y.O. nigga
+[LK] Crooklyn bitch
+[SP] Nigga bust off your hammer
+[LK] And cook them bricks
+[SP] If you really had dough like you said you did
+[LK] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
+[SP] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
+[LK] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
+[SP] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
+[LK] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
+[SP] And I ask niggas who wan' dance
+[LK] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
+[SP] S.P. the Mack Milli'
+[LK] Q.B. the Tech
+[SP] Got the money and the power
+[LK] Now where's the Respect?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Styles]
+It's the Ghost and the Queen
+Motherfucker get in touch with us
+**************************************************
+Summer Sixteen (Remix)[Verse]
+It's either you love it or hate it
+You straddle the fence, that's not trill enough
+I just slap all of my niggas
+That's showing me they really down for the coming up
+Ooh, it's pressure
+Hammer man, can't touch this
+Frozen pipes, watch me bust on 'em
+Step on heads like clutches
+Watch the pipes leave the dust on 'em
+Toni Braxton with the flow, hoe
+Usher Raymond with the dance moves
+Nino Brown with the dope quotes
+Pussy get wetter than bottled water
+I took that dick out to Bora Bora
+He ate the booty like mahi-mahi
+Mai Tais with Tahitian hotties
+Mob ties with the Legion
+Probably got me moving like I'm in a movie
+Acting like he knew me
+I am too elusive
+Life is too exclusive to worry
+So I'ma just live a little
+(Yeah) I need an Oscar nomination
+Bitch, I'm a living motion picture
+Rolling with you
+Need to see you speeding with a smoking pistol
+They honor me that's no Judicial
+Zebra stripes, I'm so official
+If it ain't mutually beneficial
+Then what the fuck am I doing with you?
+Baby niggas like price efficient
+Cut it out like Eddie Scissors
+I got the bread on me
+Paparazzi got me paranoid
+Bitch, I feel like the feds on me
+Close the curtains on the 600
+City traffic give me time to think
+Think about when I was first fronted
+I live fast with no time to blink
+I need a nigga like Malcolm X
+Seven zeros on every check
+
+[Chorus]
+I been looking for some bands
+All summer sixteen
+All summer sixteen
+Playing dirty, not clean
+Got the whole BK out here like a football team
+What the fuck you mean?
+I been looking for some bands
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah!
+Yeah!
+Yeah!
+Nothing but them fucking M's
+Y'all ready!
+**************************************************
+Blow a Check[Intro: Puff Daddy]
+We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
+Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit
+God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
+And it's not that I'm not humble
+Ayo, it's that this is my gift of life
+Getting this money, getting this money
+Get that money
+Get that money, go young nigga, go
+
+[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
+I'm just tryna
+Run through the money, run
+I'm just tryna
+Run through the money, run
+I’m tryna blow a check
+I'm tryna blow a check
+Tryna pull up in a foreign
+And make them niggas upset
+Run through the money, run
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+I be making love to the money yeah
+Only thing that I come for is money here
+Imma put the gun to the money, go dumb
+Like I'm reading, how I thumb through the money nigga
+You ain't got enough funds for me
+This designer pussy make a nigga run through his money (woo!)
+Dressed in all Coco, but my purse Versace
+Diamonds on my fingers, touching keys like I'm Liberace
+Cannons on me, but this ain't a camera on me
+I ain't with the bullshit, all my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti
+Cruise the desert in Bugattis out in Abu Dhabi
+Head shots all net, I be playing hockey
+White house, white coupe, but ain't a fucking Nazi
+I got the Nagasaki, he gon' sip on me like sake
+12 o'clock, down the block, on a Kawasaki
+We with the shits outside like a Port-a-Potty
+We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins
+I'm living proof that you do what you want when you popping
+But you all in my comments, while I'm changing the climate
+Ain't no change in this wallet, ain't no flaws in these diamonds
+I just ran through the money, Kim Dotcom
+Blow a check on 'em, flex on 'em, muscle arm
+
+[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
+I'm just tryna run through it
+Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it
+All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight
+Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it
+Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'vette
+Hit the block, make 'em upset
+I ain't done yet
+Girl, I'm on a cash route
+Mo'fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
+I'm on a money mission, bitch
+You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it
+So I can blow your back out
+I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryng to make some money
+My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
+Gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you
+Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny
+
+[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
+I'm just tryna
+Run through the money, run
+I'm just tryna
+Run through the money, run
+I’m tryna blow a check
+I'm tryna blow a check
+Tryna pull up in a foreign
+And make them niggas upset
+Run through the money, run
+
+[Verse 3: Puff Daddy]
+Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go
+If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow
+Money Makin' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper
+Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture
+I grab the baddest bitches out the group
+Let 'em ride, drop the roof
+Pop that pussy out the coupe
+Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
+I never sleep, that’s why i got way more than you got
+Vegas Strip, it’s a bet, take this shit on a jet
+Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
+Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring
+I'm the king, king of talking shit
+Maybe piss through a check
+Got that cash bag when you see him
+Money Mitch, hashtag, three M’s
+Nigga, money makin' Mitch
+
+[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
+[I'm just tryna
+Run through the money, run
+I'm just tryna
+Run through the money, run
+I’m tryna blow a check
+I'm tryna blow a check
+Tryna pull up in a foreign
+And make them niggas upset
+Run through the money, run
+Run through the money, run
+Run through the money, run] (8633872)
+
+[Verse 4: French Montana]
+Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch
+Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I
+I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes
+That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles
+Black rose generals when I hit the court
+My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four
+At the last supper tryna eat a feast
+My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
+Blow a bag, your body disappear waist down
+I dab all them bitches; D. Brown
+You know that paper longer than chain smokin'
+I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt
+I'm running through the paper way before the deal
+Way before puff gave me all the mills
+
+[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
+I'm just tryna
+Tun through the money, run
+I'm just tryna
+Tun through the money, run
+I’m tryna blow a check
+I'm tryna blow a check
+Tryna pull up in a foreign
+And make them niggas upset
+Run through the money, run
+Run through the money, run
+Run through the money, run
+**************************************************
+Clap ClapClap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Yeah, it’s I.R.S bitches!
+You know what it is!
+You’re now hustling with the godmother! cocaine cow girl
+
+[Hook]
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!
+
+[Verse 1:Lil Kim]
+I gotta give it to you
+Here’s your round of applauds!
+Gigs up baby, the final curtain call
+The black widow, symbol of corruption!
+Don’t know by now, you goin' to get accustomed
+Pay attention homie, follow instructions
+Kim is about to show you the art of hustlin'
+Cold-hearted, mobbin' through Brooklyn
+Ain’t no shook hands over here, we get it cookin'
+I strike harder; I’m 10 times smarter
+I sneak up on you like Japan did Pearl Harbor
+I’m a fire starter, back draft, don’t stand too close
+You catch a heat rush, its kim blanco, homie the head honcho
+The queen, rains and pours
+Hope you got you'r pancho
+So mention my name out of your mouth
+And before you take a bow, we'll be clapping from the crowd
+
+[Hook Lil Kim and I.R.S]
+
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!
+
+[Verse 2: Lambo Lux]
+Since y'all bitches like attention, Come get some!
+A million ways of dying, Nigga just pick one!
+I’ma ill shot, I’ve got a sick gun
+And it’s contagious, so you’ll catch it even if you run
+Ah, and my niggas feeling flu-ish too!
+Disconnect you'r phone line, no calling troops
+Pull up 100 deep
+I.R.S the crew
+We need the four doors, can do the coupe
+Shootin' at you actors, like movie shoots
+And I’m a vet, baby! You just the new recruit
+So mention Kim name in your songs, and I’ll be at your show
+With a round of applauds
+
+[Bridge]
+Clap, clap! It's Kimy Blaco!
+You already know I gotta shooters
+And our clips is full in case you want some more
+I think I hear encore!
+O.K dash!
+Clap, clap!
+
+[Verse 3: Dash]
+I think you deserve standing o'
+Its young Dash, I’ll be everywhere you’re scared to go
+Just Left the west like Amber Rose
+Now I'm back in B.K. In that Phantom Ghost
+Let’s have a toast, not for the douche bags
+For your old school niggas, It's that new swag
+It’s that new shit, on that new track
+Ain’t nothing young, its that gourmet cash
+Money
+Its that big bank take little bank
+If the queen say its beef, then you want a dinner plate
+So mention Kim name in your verses
+And we gonna clap it up, till they close the curtains
+
+[Hook]
+
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
+Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!
+
+[Verse 4: I.R.S]
+O.K.! I.R.S. will eliminate the imitation
+They on death road, execute the perpretation!
+Niggers we try our flight, permanent vacations
+This model is 18, that’s my standing ovation
+No Jersey show, but we handle the situation
+Send my enemies up, elevation!
+I’m a bad boy just like Biggie was
+White and Navy when I ride through the city cous'
+My turf all blue like oil state
+We bench press niggas, and we lifting more then weights
+So mention Kim’s name in your rap
+And we’ll be back stage with the hammer pulled back
+Clap, clap!
+**************************************************
+I’m Human[Intro]
+Ha!
+Ha!
+Ha!
+
+[Verse 1]
+A queen is not a queen because she is felt
+But a queen is a queen because failure has not stopped her
+Take it from me, the queen of all queens
+Women are taking over for the new millennium, haw!
+What the hell do you want from me?
+I'm just tryna be all that I can be
+I'm a god damn legacy
+Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy
+The first lady runs the world now
+They impeached the president from his residence
+No one drops bombs 'til I say so
+One, two, one, two, three, go!
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm human, you're human
+So they said but inside we're all animals
+I'm human, you're human
+So they said but inside we're all animals
+
+[Verse 2]
+How dare you accuse me and my family
+Fucking clones, leave us alone!
+Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike
+You make us wanna (scream), know what I mean?
+(Yeah, yeah) I know y'all rather see us dead
+No more platinum plaques certified lead
+We got too many chips for y'all
+Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all
+Take a deep breath
+Inhale, exhale 'til there's no more left
+In the name of the father, son, and daughter
+Here comes the new world order!
+You can't stop it
+Mother Earth this my universe
+When worse comes to worse (uh huh)
+I call the shots (uh huh), stack all the lots (uh huh)
+Pack all the Glocks, take the safety off lock, fire!
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm human, you're human
+So they said but inside we're all animals
+I'm human, you're human
+So they said but inside we're all animals
+
+[Bridge]
+Ah, la-la-lah
+That la-lah, la-lah (sing!)
+Ah, la-la-lah
+That la-lah, la-lah (huh, huh!)
+Ah, la-la-lah
+That la-lah, la-lah
+We love that la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lah!
+
+[Verse 3]
+Can I jingle it, baby? Go 'head, baby
+Can I jingle it, baby? Go 'head, baby (hmm)
+Take it out, let me sit on it
+You can't make it wet, just spit on it
+Ah don't stop 'til it rise to the top
+Promise you won't drop 'til the cherry go (pop)
+And if it doesn't fit then use your lips
+Oh, here it comes, what's my name? Queen Bitch!
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm human, you're human
+So they said but inside we're all animals
+I'm human, you're human
+So they said but inside we're all animals
+
+[Bridge]
+Ah, la-la-lah
+That la-lah, la-lah (sing!)
+Ah, la-la-lah
+That la-lah, la-lah (huh, huh!)
+Ah, la-la-lah
+That la-lah, la-lah
+We love that la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lah!
+**************************************************
+Off the Wall[Intro: Lil' Cease, Puff Daddy & Lil' Kim]
+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
+Queen Bee, Bad Boy, baby
+Uh, uh, uh
+Let's go
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Ah! Ready or not, here I come
+I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai (whoa)
+Wear more skins than Crocodile Dundee
+Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
+(Mmm-da-da) Eat it like a Kit-Kat
+Record your climax, replay back
+Lil' Kim records hit the streets
+DJs wanna spin 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 (That's right)
+And only in your dreams can you see what we see
+
+[Pre-Chorus: 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
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
+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
+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
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+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 green than St. Patrick's Day
+A house by the bay so what do you say?
+Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
+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 beats ten jack, here give me
+I win give it up
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
+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
+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
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+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 can you get down!
+
+[Pre-Chorus: 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
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
+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
+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
+
+[Outro: 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
+**************************************************
+This is a Warning{entire song set to the melody of R. Kelly's "A Woman's Threat"}
+
+[Lil' Kim - speaking]
+Yo.. I just don't understand
+Lately, it seems like.. I don't know
+It just seems like.. it seems like
+Everybody wants
+
+[Lil' Kim - singing]
+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!
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
+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)
+
+[Lil' Kim - singing with "whoa, whoa whoa, whoa" repeating]
+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
+
+[Chorus] w/ ad libs
+
+[Lil' Kim - over Chorus]
+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
+Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
+Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
+Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
+{*laughing*}
+Aiyyo!
+{*snickering*}
+**************************************************
+Bitch Better Have My Money (Remix)[Verse 1: Rihanna]
+Bitch better have my money!
+Y'all should know me well enough
+Bitch better have my money!
+Please don't call me on my bluff
+Pay me what you owe me
+Ballin' bigger than LeBron
+Bitch, give me your money
+Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?
+Like bra, bra, bra
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Louis XIII and it's all on me, nigga you just bought a shot
+Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top
+Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car
+Don't act like you forgot, I call the shots, shots, shots
+Like bra, bra, bra
+Pay me what you owe me, don't act like you forgot
+
+[Chorus]
+Bitch better have my money!
+Bitch better have my money!
+Pay me what you owe me
+Bitch better have my (bitch better have my)
+Bitch better have my (bitch better have my)
+Bitch better have my money!
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
+Bitch better have my dough
+Bitch better have my cash
+You can't call me Chanel, cause I'm coming for the bag
+With a 100 bitches like Will
+Queen Bee the Madame, The Milf
+Me and Rih jumped out the Wraith
+We got the whole club on tilt
+I can take yo bitch
+100k on the wrist lil nigga can you buy that?
+Balmain sheets thats 20 when I sleep
+Lil nigga can you buy that?
+And I'm in the Ghost with the chauffuer
+No sir nigga we don't drive that
+Sweet pussy Saturday and he got a gold grill
+Nigga trying to Plies that
+Eagle that's bold pussy
+He want that bald pussy
+That cat so fat he can see it from the back
+That there is all pussy
+He having withdrawals in that pussy
+Had to thank the Lord in that pussy
+I'm the butterfly and the pimp
+Queen Bee the landlord hoes it's time to pay the rent ho
+Yellow Rari on the block
+Yellow tape like I caught a body on the block
+Don't act like you forgot I call the shots like bra, bra, bra
+
+[Outro: Rihanna]
+Turn it to Rihanna while the whole club fuckin' wasted
+Every time I drop, I am the only thing y'all playin'
+In a drop top, doin' hundred, y'all in my rearview mirror racin'
+Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?
+Like bra, bra, bra
+**************************************************
+This is Who I Am[Intro]
+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
+
+[Hook: 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
+
+[Hook: 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 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
+
+[Hook: 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)
+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)
+
+[Outro during Hook 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
+**************************************************
+Queen Bitch 101[Hook: Lil Kim]
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+It's Queen Bee, Sex in the City
+Representing up top, brought the block wit' me
+Custom Versace dress, showing one titty
+In Brooklyn, New York, grimey and gritty
+Men see the vide-oh, and go lick the TV slow
+I show 'em things, they never seen before
+Cause the way I move, is so flexible
+I'll try anything, Imma try sexual
+The blindfolds and handcuffs, a bit rough
+When my thighs wrap around his head, like earmuffs
+Doin' freaky weird stuff, talk tough, face down
+And step into the Queen with the diamond laced crown
+The Jewel of the Nile, I'm romancing the stone
+I said "look bitch I got your man on the phone"
+But you can swing through, if you want a peep show
+Just bring a hun'ed grand and some Veuve Clicquot
+
+[Hook: Lil Kim]
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
+I'm a superfreak, I'm superfreaky-aah
+You know I want it, so give it to me-aah
+I'm Miss Prada and Chanel, Gucci as hell
+Voulez-vous-coucher with this mademoiselle
+I sell sex high price, the rap Heidi Fleiss
+In Iceberg jeans, that ass looks mighty nice
+And this is the fabulous life of Kim Jones
+I got chinchilla covers on my flip phones
+To match with them furs, baby got back with them curves
+A female matte, with makeup on my words
+Flow, mascara and blush
+Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
+Comparison, what? Ain't nobody close to me
+I'm on top, right where I'm supposed to be
+And now, haters all kiss my bikini wax
+And if you've seen the facts, you know the Queen is back!
+
+[Hook: Lil Kim]
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Kim]
+It's my birthday, so go and get the cake
+You can have it, you can eat it, just lick the plate
+Cause the taste is great, and my panties are edible
+Incredible, Natalie Cole, Unforgettable
+How are you? Big squirt, little muscle
+Keep grindin' I got a non-stop hustle
+And don't quit, you can't push without pull
+And you know you can't talk, when you got your mouth full
+Now put your face in it, and just nod your head
+Go on work it on down, too my thighs and legs
+Put your face in it, no bitch can see me
+Got the whole block buzzin', number one Queen Bee
+Put your face in it, men gather round
+Laid back, hypnotized, I'm the talk of the town
+Put your face in it, get right or get gone
+It gets no realer, fake bitches go home
+
+[Hook: Lil Kim]
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
+And if your sitting down, get your behind up
+She got her own class, y'all better sign up
+Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
+**************************************************
+Who Shot Ya?[Verse 1]
+Who shot ya? I'm the Notorious K.I.M
+Queen Bitch, cause the streets say I am
+Play private airports, fashion week I'm on the runway
+Feds tryna tie me to all sorts of gunplay
+Must be the mon-ey
+Paparazzi looking for my limo I breeze out in the Hyundai
+Biggie warned me the more money more problems
+Now that I'm on the new levels, I see the new devils
+My flame stay on high, so I walks right through em
+Old school, new school, I really don't care
+I burn baby burn like smokey the bear
+Y'all don't want nothing here, it's election season
+And your number one candidate is leading
+The lyrical molesting is taking place
+Fucking with Queen Bee it ain't safe
+Leave the stinger in your face, like you got the mumps
+Kim spit that shit to give you niggas goosebumps
+Honey girl break rules, make moves
+Bitches mad cause I keep multi-millionaire dudes all around me
+A billion cock rhymes, any of you bitches
+Whisperin about mines, and I'm and I'm
+Bedstuy's finest, you rewind this
+Brooklyn's behind this
+GO BROOKLYN!
+
+[Hook]
+
+[sample from beginning]
+
+[Verse 2]
+I seen the light, got rid of all the creeps
+Camera's in the crib, bullet proofed out the jeeps
+Y'all go ahead and sleep, got to watch my back
+Think the coke and law enforcement acts make me slack?
+A bitch is all that, cock sucker, ease up
+This laser beam device make a nigga freeze up
+'st cut the check, respect I demand it
+Slip and break the seventh commandment
+Thou shall not fuck with the Queen, or see Poppa
+Send you straight to BIG in the chopper
+I feel for you, pop my collar like the Fonz
+Royalty watch, while Lil' Kim on the arm
+Put your money where your mouth is, contracts in the briefcase
+You name the time and the place
+Make sure you remember my face snake bitches
+Fake bitches, what the fuck y'all wanna do bitches?
+More better, got the haystack
+I'm in the phantom, she's in the Maybach
+Flex got his arms in the fire position n'
+Bout' to drop the bomb, hope you haters is listenin'
+Who shot ya?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[sample from beginning]
+**************************************************
+The Queen[Puffy]
+Intro
+I don't give a fuck, yeah yeah yeah
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+Queen Bee, muthafuckas, B.I.G, muthafuckas
+Junior Mafia, muthafuckas, Bad Boy, muthafuckas
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Bitches wanna front on me
+But know not to come to me
+I keep ten Glocks, ten Rotts up in front of me
+Like they sprayin' somethin', like they sayin' somethin'
+I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' (what?!)
+My reach is like Lewis, stiff 84
+Your's is like Evander, seventy-seven slow
+Thanks to Tae Bo, I'm 32 and "O"
+When I catch a knock out, bitches bring the cops out
+Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out
+Pop the tops out, then clear the spot out
+Nigga or bitch, you don't want no problems
+My revolver is a quick problem solver
+Don't ever think I'm slippin'
+Bitch I ain't dumb
+I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
+Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
+Strap on a fake dick, and stick you where you shit (ha ha)
+
+Chorus
+
+Come my people, come all hail the Queen
+Everybody let me hear you sing
+Come my people, come all hail the Queen
+Everybody let me hear you sing
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Took three years off to map my shit out
+Switch up my game plan and get closer to God
+Give me an inch, I take a yard
+Oh lighten up, ya'll knew I was comin' back real hard
+By the power that's vested in me
+Faith rested in me
+I can't quit now, too much money's invested in me
+To my nigga B-I, this ones for you baby!
+All these niggas wanna be Kings, but fuck, is these niggas crazy?
+Imma hold the spot for ya (yeah!)
+Keep it locked for ya (yeah!)
+Rock for you, Pop, ain't a nigga I won't drop for you
+Bitches want my title, there ain't a slot for you
+It's a cold, cold world, I keep it hot for you
+(What?!) Ya'll cats know who I am
+(What?!) I love those who love Lil' Kim
+(What?!) I'm back again, the mic' eater
+The dick beater, the pussy skeeter
+But I...
+
+Chorus
+
+Come my people (Queen Bee), come all hail the Queen
+Everybody let me hear you sing (Represent for my niggas)
+Come my people, come all hail the Queen
+(Ayo Puff I don't think they understand)
+Everybody let me hear you sing
+(I don't think the understand Puff, Cease-a-leo what)
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Put five carats on the "Fuck you" finger
+Any haters in the crowd, give them the "Fuck you" finger
+If you think you can ball with the Queen
+Handle repercussions
+Our guns bust in English and in Russian
+На здоровье королева мы говорим по русский до свидания
+Niggas stand in line, pay a fee for me to kiss 'em
+Twenty-one's the lucky number, once the "E" is in the system
+One night with the Q.B., and niggas need paternity
+Keep my pussy tight like the President's security
+I'm some-timey, that's right, I change like the year
+Win chips from a Casino, then throw them in the air
+I'm the Queen!
+I've got special privileges
+We ain't equivalent, how dare you insult my intelligence
+Now I would like you all to recite the words to this song
+Cause you thought I was gone
+But the Queen lives on!
+
+Chorus
+
+Come my people, come all hail the Queen
+(All my niggas, all my niggas wild the fuck out)
+Everybody let me hear you sing
+(All my bitches, all my bitches wild the fuck out)
+Come my people, come all hail the Queen
+(Everybody, everybody wild the fuck out)
+Everybody let me hear you sing
+(The Queen is back baby, representing the Notorious B.I.G.)
+
+[Opera singers]
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+How you gonna win with the Queen?
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+How you gonna win with the Queen?
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+How you gonna win with the Queen?
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+How you gonna win with the Queen?
+
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+How you gonna win with the Queen?
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+How you gonna win with the Queen?
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+How you gonna win with the Queen?
+The Queen, you're never gonna win
+**************************************************
+Bad Girls[Intro: RuPaul]
+Oh yes, your bitch is back
+Just when you thought it was safe to go into the water
+Lil' Kim gon' push the shit a little farther
+Hey, Lil' Kim, this is RuPaul and I have one thing to say to you
+You better work!
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Everywhere I go red carpet
+Gave the keys to valet told him park it
+Then I jumps out the Zora, Lil' Kim aura
+Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
+And my B-A-D G-I-R L-S is in the stretch LS
+Ain't shit you can tell us
+Even got some of these niggas jealous
+But tonight ain't about the fellas
+Bulgari perfume from a mile you smell us
+Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
+We got sex appeal, I'ma keep it real
+If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill'
+Depending 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 get into fights
+I got a whole bunch of dykes on ninja bikes
+'Cause we
+
+[Hook: RuPaul]
+Bad girl, bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl, uh huh
+Bad girl, you bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+You done picked the wrong one to start trouble with
+Don't you know who you fucking with?
+QB, the bad girl from the ghetto
+That bitch rock mics in high heel stilettos
+Spiked out chokers, piped out Rovers
+We coked up like Coca-Cola
+When we come through it's like 12 bulldozers
+9 times out of 10 we ain't sober
+We takin' over like Frances
+Switchin' our styles like the hottest new dances
+And we don't give a fuck so we take chances
+To get large like breast enhancements
+Bitches be hatin', sayin' we freaks
+See us in the street, break they neck to speak
+I ignore them whores, accept my applause
+Then I say "cheese" for the paparrazi
+
+[Hook: RuPaul]
+Bad girl, bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl, uh huh
+Bad girl, you bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl
+
+[Bridge: Lil' Kim]
+Hey fellas (what?)
+Ain't I a dime? (hell yeah, hell yeah)
+Hey sistas (uh huh)
+Do I have the tightest rhymes? (hell yeah, hell yeah)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+I'm on some freak shit tonight, think I ain't
+I hope you don't mind a little ketchup on your frank
+Either you with it, or either you ain't
+You know how it is when Aunt Dot cock block
+I beat my niggas with a whip
+I breast feed niggas with my tit
+And if I catch my man with a chick
+I get on some Lorena Bobbitt shit, what
+
+[Hook: RuPaul]
+Bad girl, bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl, uh huh
+(Oh yes, the bitch is back
+She's a bad bitch, uh
+Yeah, don't let the smooth face fool you)
+Bad girl, you bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl
+(Little Kim got it goin' on
+You better work, bitch
+When she's good, she's good
+But when she's bad, she's better)
+
+[Outro: RuPaul]
+Hey, she's a bad girl!
+[?] that bitch is nasty
+[?] that's why they call a bad girl
+Ooh, oh shit, they gotta have it girl
+Peanut butter head, suck my dick
+Your mama's on the kitchen cooking 30 minutes shit
+Daddy's in jail raisin' hell
+And your sister's on the corner sellin' pussy for sale
+Pussy for sale
+Uh huh, she's a bad girl
+Oh yes, oh, they bad girls, queen
+What they say?
+They say good girls go heaven
+Well, bad girls go everywhere
+Oh, woo-hoo!
+Work, turn to the left
+Work, turn to the right
+Work, oh yeah
+On the runway
+Work, turn to the left
+Work, now turn to the right
+Work, oh yeah
+On the runway
+Shantay, shantay, shantay, shantay
+Sashay, shantay
+Shantay, shantay, shantay, shantay
+Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
+The bad, bad girl
+**************************************************
+Queen Bitch Part II (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Kim]
+Listen to the don
+There's nothing you can do
+To make me run away from this game here, this game here
+And there is no emcee
+To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
+Yes I'm telling you from the start
+I will break your little heart (uh huh)
+There's nothing you can do
+So just respect the don
+There is no word you can say
+That it would offend the Kim no, better listen
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I'm gonna, murder them, murder them
+Any competition I'm gon' murder them
+I'm gonna, blow off they whip
+Blow off they whip
+All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip
+When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit
+When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics
+But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this
+I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
+See, I ain't got all day
+Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay
+Got things to do and places to be
+I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me
+Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
+The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here
+
+[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
+All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov'
+Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
+Five nigga, volume two
+Dogs who be grinnin, then they
+Try to get out of line, four cases pendin'
+Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
+Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
+It's Jay everyday, no days off
+No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off
+You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably
+Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)
+I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone
+Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
+Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
+You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
+Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
+Little fucks you, go play
+PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
+L-Y-N, stay out my way
+Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
+I to the M, B.I. to the end
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
+Pardon my French, but uh
+Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
+Weak emcees, with these
+Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
+You niggas sound like me
+Pardon my French, but uh
+Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
+Weak emcees
+Y'all niggas got some audacity
+You sold a million, now you half of me
+Get off my dick, kick it bitch
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+Love for B.I.? Then bust one in the sky
+Haters watch your back
+We might bust one in ya eye
+It's going down tonight
+So don't get outta line
+Enough men've tri-ed
+But 'nuff men-a di-ed
+Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
+Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
+What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
+With this Brooklynite bandit
+Blow you off the planet
+This girl, never troubled no-one
+But if you trouble this girl
+It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
+What a bum bum
+
+[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
+Pardon my French, but uh
+Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
+Weak emcees, with these
+Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
+You niggas sound like me
+Pardon my French, but uh
+Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
+Weak emcees
+Y'all niggas got some audacity
+You sold a million, now you half of me
+Get off my dick, kick it bitch
+
+[Outro: Lil' Kim]
+Bum bum BI bum bum
+What a bum bum
+What a bum bum
+**************************************************
+Dead Gal Walking[Verse 1]
+We have a crook mentality, grew up in the poverty
+Cause we are from the streets
+We don't want to sell the drugs, don't want to hustle
+But this is how we have to eat
+We live by the gun, die by the gun
+So please don't you trouble we
+I let alot of the bullshit slide
+Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive
+
+[Hook]
+Cause she's a dead gal walking
+That man's a dead man walking
+That gal's a dead gal walking
+No one wants to be a dead man walking
+
+[Verse 2]
+Here come the Queen Bee rain
+Hit the windshield wiper
+Infrared on the bitch, D.C. sniper
+One Brooklyn bitch got the whole crowd hyper
+Red Christian Loub's match the red Bamboo Viper
+More fire, more fire
+All praises to B.I.G., the most higher
+The gun cocked, I keep it fully loaded
+A dead gal walking, and she don't even know it
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Bridge]
+There is a war going on outside
+21-gun salute
+All my soldiers get ready to ride
+Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive
+
+There is a war going on outside (x3)
+A war going on outside
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+How Many Licks (Remix)[Intro: Snoop Dogg + (Lil' Kim)]
+Yeah (uhh)
+Whassup baby? (uhh, uhh)
+You wanna lick sum'in? (This, is, the, G-mix)
+Don't be scared...I don't bite
+Lick sum'in, lick sum'in, lick sum'in (uhh)
+Get ya lick on
+(This, is, the, G-mix)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Cease + (Snoop)]
+(When I'm fuckin off gin I'm invincible)
+Don't love no ho (That's my principle)
+'Cause ahh.. (Bitches come)
+And ahh.. (Bitches go)
+That's why I get my nut and I be out the fuckin do'
+Say knick, knack, give ya dog a bone
+Which one of you broads Cease can take home
+Cease is a freak, big brown and large
+Fuck with the hoes, big, light, and tall
+It take two to make the thing go right
+Strip, flash, titties, ass
+Oh, no, Cease-A-Leo baby
+All up in that ass, you so crazy
+I'm a freak from the heart and I'll fuck for y'all
+And your mouth hit the spot where I rest my balls
+I pimp to die, and my mob pimp for me
+That's why Cease never eat chicks for free, you feel me?
+
+[Chorus: Pharrell + (Kelis)]
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+
+[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
+Break breakin' a bitch
+Take takin' a bitch, to a whole 'nother level and shit
+Man, I didn't really wanna take her there
+Because, she kept on pullin' on my underwear
+I ain't no simp for hoes, I pimp the hoes
+I do this for this and those, "Figaro, Figaro..."
+Nigga, we got hoes, we got hoes...we got hoes
+Four, five, six, seven...licks
+Now mami, lick it again
+Eight, nine, ten, eleven...twelve
+Now tell all your friends
+Bring Keisha, Yvette, and Shamika too
+Brandy and Sandy, a lil' bit of Candy
+And we doin' this all night long
+Get ya pick on, lick on, and your proper freak on
+
+[Chorus: Pharrell + (Kelis)]
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+
+[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
+(This is the G-mix)
+Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hoes
+I'd like to present to you
+(This is the G-mix)
+The winner of the Gangstress of the Year Award
+Introducing the Queeeeeeeen...
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+I don't need no introduction, they know who I be
+Female mack with the gangsta rap
+How many licks, niggas just not knowin'
+So a bitch like me don't stop flowin'
+My money green and it don't stop growin'
+Ice like the winter and it don't stop snowin'
+M.A.F.I.A., that's the crew that I bang for
+Grew up in the hood, now what the fuck I'm gon' change for?
+Vuitton sweaters with leathers and Amorettas
+Berrettas inside her, but still nobody do it better
+Huh, ya never seen this stroke of genius
+Put the cleanest meanest lips on ya penis
+It's like that once you lick the kitty cat
+Niggas don't know how to act, leavin' diamonds in my ass crack
+Now all my niggas now, all my bitches now
+C'mon, like Nelly, c'mon take it down down
+
+[Chorus: Pharrell + (Kelis)]
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
+But how many hot licks does it take?
+How many hot licks does it take?
+Mami, how many hot licks does it...
+(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me...)
+AAAAHHHH!!!
+**************************************************
+Work (Beemix)[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+Gimme that work
+Gimme that work
+You know that I got you babe
+Show me what it's worth
+Gimme that work, work, work, work, work
+Gimme that work, work, work, work, work
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I could never doubt you babe
+Always by your side, always down to ride
+Don't want to do this without you babe
+Cause I can't see me without you in my life
+Sit back and let me sex you up
+Do not want to let you down
+Baby boy let me fill you in
+I can tell that you're built to win
+Let me [?]
+Choke me [?]
+I am oh so into you
+Let me fuck you slow
+Please don't let me go
+I just might fall in love with you
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+What'd you have for lunch today baby?
+Would you like dessert?
+Got my schoolgirl skirt on
+I'm about to give you brain like a nerd
+Now baby can you take me down
+Cause I been out for way too long
+You know these drinks got me too gone
+You know this weed smoke got me on
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+What you need work? I could give you that employment
+Half a million dollar coupe just for my enjoyment
+Bitch I got that work, el trabajo
+If I run out I just hit Pablo
+Mi no play no games, mi no come with console
+Mi too wild in these streets, no control
+Forty on me now and your nigga is the driver
+He left you because your pussy was too dried up
+And I got him mind fucked
+G500 truck
+Hundred thousand dollar shopping spree and I ain't bought him nothing
+Rollies with the bezel on it
+PJ with the medal on me
+Hop up out the jet in a Bugatti
+It's the one and only Queen Bee nigga, if it's about my cheese
+I need a CC nigga if you sending that word out
+It's like the cops raiding, how I'm sending them birds out
+Ten toes down, I'm that bitch that you heard 'bout
+Fucking with this pussy I could put you on the map
+Fucking with this pussy I could take you out the trap
+Yeah I rock Giusseppes, but Louboutins mi prefer
+Let him purr on my kitty and buy mami some furs
+**************************************************
+No One (Remix)[Lil' Kim]
+Yeah, this goes out, to that dude
+Yeah, you know w me hit the pavement
+You bright up my life baby, you my Las Vegas
+My sunshine on my rainy days (rainy days)
+A little love from you take the pain away (pain away)
+When I'm feeling stressed out, depressed, without a doubt
+On my worst days, you bring the best out
+Even when we break up, that's for the make up
+Sex be the best, for days we be laid up
+He even cook me breakfast on 'a wake up
+I swear it's like a fairytale made-up
+Bonnie & Clyde, noone can separate us
+And we gon' ride out til' the feds come take us (yeah, yeah)
+My King, I'm his Queen, 1st Lady
+Us against the world, just me and my baby
+
+[Alicia Keys]
+You & me together, through the days and nights
+I don't worry cos' everythings gonna be all right
+People keep talking, they can say what they like
+But all I know is everything's gonna be all right
+No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling
+No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
+Can get in the way of what I feel
+I know, some people search the world
+To find, something like what we have
+I know, people will try, try to divide something so real
+So til' the end of time I'm telling you there ain't no one
+No one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling
+No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you
+**************************************************
+If You Love Me[Hook:]
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+If you love me you would say it front of them
+Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
+If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+
+[Verse 1:]
+If you love me, you would let the world know it
+You say it out your mouth, but I'd rather your heart show it
+Actions speak louder than words
+Angels fly higher than birds
+This was God's work but you couldn't see
+God blessed you when he sent you to me
+See your boys don't see a side that I see
+I told you, you ain't gotta front for the streets
+We were born to ride, Bonnie and Clyde
+Like your favourite gun, I was right by your side
+See my love is true, yeah you know its true
+Everything is all fucked up because of you
+
+[Hook:]
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+If you love me you would say it front of them
+Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
+If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+
+[Verse 2]
+I need a real dude I can deal with
+Share a family and house on the hill with
+Take trips to Paris not the Hiltons
+I'm talking about France, true romance
+Walk the red carpet together and hold hands
+Style on the haters, wave at the fans
+Cause right now our love don't live here
+First to reconcile, something gotta give here
+Few niggas out there trying to live here
+Put a ring on it, drop a few kids here
+Yeah, Happy Valentines Day
+But if you really love me you would show me every day, every day, every day
+
+[Hook:]
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+If you love me you would say it front of them
+Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
+If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+
+[Bridge:]
+Be-Be-Beyoncé and Jay, I could have been us
+But it's no trust, and all we do if fuss
+Yeah, Happy Valentines Day
+But if you really love me you would show me every day, every day, every day
+
+[Hook:]
+If you love me you would say it front of them
+Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
+If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
+If you love me you would say it in front of the world
+**************************************************
+Makes No Sense[Tanya Speaking to Lil' Kim]
+Yow little kim you dun kno you're the original queen bee
+Ah wha we say is a gangsta thing
+Tanya Stephens from Jamaica
+Wha you waan we do
+A wha you mean
+Ah murda we haffi murda some pussy hole
+Yuh dun kno (yea)
+Blood clat.. a wha dat (check, check, check.. mm)
+
+[Lil' Kim :Verse 1]
+My poppa taught me how to ride dicks
+Cut em off, freeze 'em, and use 'em as ice picks (yea, yea)
+Hard times baby
+Got bitches upstate doing 2-8
+For first degree rape
+But I can't get uptake
+My name hold weight (wha you seh)
+Like I said my name hold weight (dun kno)
+Pussy is the bait (dun kno)
+Around the way they call me the pink panther
+Ask Leon Ganther, (haha bout)
+Haha, he know
+The rap Josephine Baker
+Keep her wrist looking like strobe lights
+When I bust my gun, niggas think I'm babylon (fer real)
+Cause my rocks shine on jus' like dey sygon (boc boc boc boc..dun kno)
+Deceptive cons
+Deceptive nets
+Fuck it
+Who you with
+Betta claim your sect
+Caution walkin' on me might break your neck
+I'm like water on the floor slippery when wet (for real)
+Niggas wanna test me.. i doubt that
+Automatic uzis, we about that (you dun kno!)
+We gun you in the sun or the rain
+Point blank range
+Me and my bitch can squeeze about 6 (yea, yea)
+
+[Hook: Tanya]
+Last night i heard the screamin'
+But it dont make no sense fi call the police (wah me seh)
+Last night i head the shooting
+But it dont make no sense fi call the police
+Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight
+
+[Lil' Kim :Verse 2]
+I got lil kim dats
+And fuck nigga hats
+Where my bitches is at?
+Where my bitches is at? (right here)
+Be sure to tell them cats
+To lick between ya laps
+And when it's they turn, take a lil' nap
+When dogs start barkin'
+Throw they ass a snack
+Pat 'em on they back
+And that's that
+It may sound rude
+But I don't love you dudes
+Tape you eatin' my pussy and throw you on the interlude (scene)
+You think I give a fuck cause you paid for my food?
+Put you out on the highway and make you strip nude, (hehe)
+Then drive away in your car with your wallet
+Thought I was sweet meat
+Look what you done started [run dat]
+You ain't know about the,"set it off queen bitch"
+In the Porsche, license plate read,"filthy rich"
+I spend money
+Lend money
+I play niggas with money
+Matter fact I love money
+And I never borrow
+Even if the ones low
+Cause if it cost ten, I give 'em 20 so I never owe (scene)
+And other women can't stand the way I'm livin'
+They not my problem
+My main concern is Kim (is all about)
+
+[Hook: Tanya]
+Last night i heard the screamin'
+But it dont make no sense, fi call the police (wah we seh)
+Last night i heard the shooting
+But it dont make no sense, fi call the police
+Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight (murda! murda!)
+
+[Lil' Kim :Verse 3]
+As we pop the bub' up in the reggae club
+DJ rock rub-a-dub jams by Beenie Man (scene)
+Me sees P.Diddy and the fam
+In the back by the rest rooms, shaking hands with the fans
+Funny style cats bump us while we dance
+You know a broke nigga always fucks up the plans
+DJ switch the music to the Wu-tang clan
+D-Rock hit himm in the face with the Saint Ives can
+Security came through, broke it up, then he ran
+Be back at the bar again
+Laughin' and partyin'
+Jerks showin off pullin 50s out they clothes (for real)
+Please babe, bro we blow our nose with those ((you kno) dun kno)
+Linen crushed out
+Egyptian mushed out
+Some boy lookin' shot in the party rushed out
+My niggas, they surround me like the pope
+You should've seen the shit, one big joke
+And as usual, this cat with an afro
+Snitchin' for no dough
+Info to popo
+Fuckin' dodo
+Silly like the time I got you watched
+I hate cowards
+Ya'll suckas needa blow cock (for real {scene})
+
+[Hook: (Tanya, speaking in background)]
+Last night i heard the screamin'
+But it dont make no sense, fi call the police (wah me seh)
+Last night i heard the shooting
+But it dont make no sense, fi call the police
+Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight
+**************************************************
+Real Sick[Hook: Lil' Kim, Jadakiss & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+(Real sick) [x8] (Ha-ha! Uh)
+Lil' Kim is (Phenomenal) (Uh)
+Queen Bee (Real sick) (Phenomenal)
+(Real sick) [x5] (Phenomenal)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+It's Lil' Kim, the one they all love and hate
+The Queen's back bitches, regurgitate
+I got these hoes real sick like a stomach ache
+Blue-faced Rollies, animals on my vertebrae
+We out the country, nah we don't do States
+Married to the game, nah we don't do dates
+I'm eatin' good, but I gotta watch my weight
+Fourteen carats in my salad gold plate (Ha-ha-ha)
+I treat the track like a bedpan
+I got ill thoughts, need a head scan
+Got that old money, like the Bread Man
+That's why these bitches all rotten like a dead man
+From London to Italy, Romania to France
+I'm diplomat status, check the passport stamps
+You hoes is pathetic, faker than prosthetics
+Somebody call the paramedics
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I got these hoes (Real sick)
+Cause the flow (Real sick)
+They at the show (Real sick)
+Front row (Real sick)
+Queen Bee (Real sick)
+Lil' Kim is (Phenomenal)
+The ass (Real sick)
+And the pussy's (Phenomenal)
+The swag (Real sick)
+Birkin bag (Real sick) (Uh)
+Jimmy Choos (Real sick) (D-block)
+Bentley coupes (Real sick) (L-O-X)
+Queen Bee (Real sick) (Ha-ha!)
+Lil' Kim is (Phenomenal) (Uh. Yeah. Yo.)
+
+[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
+No fake shit, permanent realness
+The minute that you feel this, it's terminal illness
+Incurable, they ain't able to heal this
+All I ever try to do is give you the real 'Kiss (Muah!)
+Let it off then we fleeing the scene
+They ain't see us but they heard that it was me and the Queen
+I got this Tom Ford shit on, and she in McQueen
+Think I'm going colorblind, all I see is the green
+Ain't worth counting if it ain't done properly
+House on the mountain, V12's on the property
+Cup full of drink, big Dutch full of broccoli
+Cancer on the track, even Dre can't doctor me
+No penicillin, no antibiotic
+Just the Purple Haze, lil' something exotic
+Booth or the barrel, quicker to the cabbage
+Al-Qaeda Jada, sicker than your average
+
+[Hook: Jadakiss & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+And you know I'm (Real sick)
+Chain got 'em (Real sick)
+Game got 'em (Real sick)
+My name got 'em (Real sick)
+I been had 'em (Real sick)
+Cause my bars is (Phenomenal)
+Yeah (Real sick)
+Nothing like y'all I'm (Phenomenal)
+And you know I'm (Real sick)
+Chain got 'em (Real sick)
+Game got 'em (Real sick)
+My name got 'em (Real sick)
+I been had 'em (Real sick)
+Cause my bars is (Phenomenal)
+**************************************************
+Champagne Poppin’[Intro: Lil Kim, (Big Mike)]
+Kimmy Blanco, Wiz Khalifa
+(New Lil' Kim, Wiz Khalifa
+This right here's called Poppin' Champagne)
+{Y'all already know what it is man}
+(Oh yeah)
+It's tax season (Black Friday bitch)
+Uhuh {Taylor Gang}, I.R.S
+You are now rocking with the best, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim}
+Keep the champagne coming all night, that's my motto
+To everybody in the crowd got they own bottle
+Nails done, hair done, manicured toes
+They still on them pink bottles, we on that ice roll
+Yeah, that's that new shit
+Bottles all white, like Obama's crib
+And they still talking old gold
+I just netted half a mil' from some old gold
+Ralph Lauren Polo, that be the logo
+Dom P, Ace of Spades, Veuve Cliquot
+Champagne bath and a champagne glass
+I piss champagne, that's my campaign ad
+I.R.S we the M.V.P.s of the year
+See them sparkles in the air, know they coming over here
+We poppin' rosé, like it's Independence Day
+Even though it's more bottles on the way
+
+[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
+I'ma need more champagne
+Tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
+We got a bar for every nigga that came with us
+You got some broads, then bring 'em up
+Grab a drink and get fucked up
+Champagne
+See them bottles of rosé when they think of us
+We just all up in the club to spend paper up
+What you hating for, get the waitress bruh
+I'ma need --
+
+[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
+Uh, and I'm still talkin' champagne
+Good weed, bad bitches and airplanes
+Niggas get extra like spare change
+Leave ya bitch 'round my gang, then she fair game
+Get so hot, you standing near a flame
+20 thousand on my wrist, 50 on my chain
+Club owners mad we drinkin' all the rosé
+And niggas hate but I just go off what the hoes say
+He a skinny nigga, but he do it big
+Yeah it's lookin' like a movie but it's how I live
+Young boss, Taylor Gang general
+Drinkin' out the pink bottle, Rosé Imperial
+And my bad bitch look like a centrefold
+Cook like a chef, smoke like it's medicinal
+Smell the engine burnin', you hear my tyres murk
+We be poppin' corks like fireworks
+(I'ma need more champagne)
+VIP is full of red bottles
+In the city that I come from, I'm the head honcho
+Ounces full of kush, bottles full of Moët
+See me in my yellow car, she got so wet
+Used to smoke blunts, now she roll planes
+Quit fuckin' with her nigga, he was so lame
+Says she love the taste, but she don't know the name
+Drinkin' by the case, I gon' need you to bring (more champagne)
+I'm with my goons gettin' liquored up
+Make this money then blow it, like I don't give a fuck
+Show up to the club, they brought them bottles out
+You gettin' paper, you should know just what I'm talkin' 'bout
+Uh, I live the life you write a song about
+Bitches think I'm famous, favours come in large amounts
+Standing on the table, standing on the couch
+Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out
+
+[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
+I'ma need more champagne
+Tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
+We got a bar for every nigga that came with us
+You got some broads, then bring 'em up
+Grab a drink and get fucked up
+Champagne
+See them bottles of rosé when they think of us
+We just all up in the club to spend paper up
+What you hating for, get the waitress bruh
+I'ma need more champagne
+**************************************************
+Kronik[Snoop Dogg]
+Aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg
+Why don'tcha blaze up some of that
+Sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY!
+
+(Yeah Snoop, I feel you man)
+(That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me)
+(Somebody help me, please!)
+{*somebody, somebody please*}
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Tell you why I'm so damn fly
+One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH
+Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy)
+Come and get yo' head right (nigga)
+He's an addict of my pillow talk
+Hourglass body and my runway walk
+I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy
+See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai
+He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright
+Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light
+Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo'
+Get you higher than a jar of that {??}
+
+[Hook - Snoop singing w/ help]
+Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic)
+{*shit's the chronic baby*}
+Like a strawberry bag of weed
+{*like a strawberry, bag of weed I*}
+One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW!
+Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep
+{*she'll put yo' ass to sleep*}
+{*ahh, na na*}
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page
+He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze
+Pretty girl keep him home for days
+Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple
+Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky
+Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies
+Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness
+I put the red light district out of business
+They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal
+I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel
+Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake
+That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache
+Who's that peepin in my window
+Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo
+This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit
+I'm the hottest product out on the market
+
+[Hook] w/ different ad libs
+
+[Hook Two - same people]
+I'm addicted to the chronic
+{*said I'm addicted to it, baby*}
+Baby girl what'cha doin to me
+{*what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me*}
+Ain't nothin like the chronic
+{*ain't nothin like it nah nah nah*}
+She'll put yo' ass to sleep
+{*she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3*}
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice
+Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price
+Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice
+Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim
+Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns
+Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend
+Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard
+Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl)
+Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah
+De ganja, sensi-milla
+Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya
+I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush
+The chronic nigga
+
+[Hook] w/ all new ad libs
+
+[Hook Two] w/ new ad libs
+
+[Ad libs to fade]
+**************************************************
+I Did It for Brooklyn[Intro: Maino]
+Yeah!
+Don Corleone, Mad Cheetah!
+They can't fuck with that!
+When I come through niggas be like "Is that God?!"
+
+[Pre-Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+I parked a Wraith on the sidewalk - did it for Brooklyn!
+That AR getting let off - did it for Brooklyn!
+Givenchy off of gift cards - did it for Brooklyn!
+In any city I rep hard - did it for Brooklyn!
+
+[Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for BK!
+Did it for Kings County
+All of the PJ's!
+Did it for Brooklyn
+
+[Verse 1: Maino]
+Did it for Gates Ave
+Did it for Nostrand
+How about the white Lam?
+Leave it on Fulton
+Shout out to Fort Greene
+What up to Crown Heights
+My bitch went to Barney's
+Killed it with one swipe
+Shout out to Lafayette Gardens
+I did it for Marcy and Tompkins
+Shit'll get real if you in the Ville
+[?] Killing and robbing
+Pulled up on Patchen in a new Aston
+Parked it in front of the store
+Jumped out with one of the Braxtons
+Hustle for dear life
+Niggas that's like us
+Get money and get fly
+Blow it in Club Lust
+Balling I can't help it
+Wheelie with no helmet
+All of my niggas felt it
+Came for the crown and held it
+
+[Pre-Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+Treat the Maybach like a Honda coupe - did it for Brooklyn!
+Throwing hundreds up out the roof - did it for Brooklyn!
+Birkin bag like a hundred large - did it for Brooklyn!
+In any city I rep hard - did it for Brooklyn!
+
+[Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for BK!
+Did it for Kings County!
+All of the PJ's!
+Did it for Brooklyn!
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Bitch so bad motherfuckers wanna clone me
+That shit cray
+Pussy so good motherfuckers wanna own me
+And that shit cray
+I can see the hate through the Dita frames
+And that shit shady
+I know stand-up niggas in a wheelchair
+Shout out my nigga A (A!)
+Kim come through in that pink mink, pink pussy, pink hair
+He said my ass like a five-star, restaurant he wanna eat there
+First bitch in that GT, I did it for Brooklyn
+Big named me Queen Bee, he did it for Brooklyn
+I show love, I don't hate bitches
+Make shoes out you snake bitches
+Dress the same but we taste different
+Protein, shake bitches
+Blue Wraith up in the pink houses
+These yellow diamonds ain't never cloudy
+K.O.B. I keep kings around me
+Only queen in the King's County
+
+[Pre-Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+I parked a Wraith on the sidewalk - did it for Brooklyn!
+That AR getting let off - did it for Brooklyn!
+Birkin bag like a hundred large - did it for Brooklyn!
+In any city I rep hard - did it for Brooklyn!
+
+[Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
+Did it for BK!
+Did it for Kings County!
+All of the PJ's!
+Did it for Brooklyn!
+
+All of the PJ's!
+Did it for Brooklyn
+**************************************************
+Trendsetter[Intro]
+(Slaphouse live)
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+I'm a trendsetter
+I do what I want, I do what I like
+I know you hate, you don't
+Why you hatin' though?
+Not good for your health
+You mad that I'm up
+Be mad at yourself
+
+[Hook]
+I'm trendin'
+I'm settin' trends
+Bitch, I'm settin' trends
+I'm trendin'
+I'm settin' trends
+Bitch, I'm settin' trends
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm trendin'
+Aye, pushin' that Bentley like strollers
+Yeah, holdin' the cup like coaster, roller
+Yeah, poppin' this like I'm suppose to
+All designer, baller, not payin' no coaches
+Rate the focus
+You haters is like cock-a-roaches
+Hard to approach us
+My necklace is gold dust
+Boy, these Giuseppe's cost more
+Than your note on your foreign
+Me, just ballin'
+Givenchy, my shirt and my shoes
+And my bag and my wallet is blue, oooh
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+Trendsetter
+I do what I want, I do what I like
+I know you hate, you don't
+Why you hatin' though?
+Not good for your health
+You mad that I'm up
+Be mad at yourself
+
+[Hook]
+I'm trendin'
+I'm settin' trends
+Bitch, I'm settin' trends
+I'm trendin'
+I'm settin' trends
+Bitch, I'm settin' trends
+
+[Verse 2]
+My scent is that Dolce, my scarf is Versace
+It's by Donatella, my ring is the same
+My skin is Nutella, it's vintage Chanel
+All over my frame, judge is my game
+My nigga, he eating me, I know he need an umbrella
+Adventurous fella
+He's going down, down underneath
+Just like a cellar
+My sneakers are Maison Margiela (what else?)
+Countin' up like a bank teller (what else?)
+Show me one bitch who do realer
+Always catch me with gorillas
+Pockets on sumo, no sit-ups
+On my pussy he do chin-ups
+Blanco, I'm raisin' the bar
+Better high jump like Olympics
+
+[Bridge]
+(Aye, I'm settin' trends)
+I'm trendin' (aye)
+No album, no single (aye)
+Just ya girl (settin' trend)
+
+[Pre-Hook]
+I'm a trendsetter
+I do what I want, I do what I like
+I know you hate, you don't
+Why you hatin' though?
+Not good for your health
+You mad that I'm up
+Be mad at yourself
+
+[Hook]
+I'm trendin'
+I'm settin' trends
+Bitch, I'm settin' trends
+I'm trendin'
+I'm settin' trends
+Bitch, I'm settin' trends
+
+[Outro: Diddy]
+Ay, ay, so you mean to tell me
+Ya'll niggas mad at us?
+'Cause, 'cause we fly, nigga?
+Fuck you mean, nigga?
+We them trendsetters
+That's all we do is set trends, fuck niggas
+Ahahah, yeah
+**************************************************
+Nobody Do it Better Than Us* This was originally supposed to appear on "Notorious K.I.M."
+But was only released promotionally as a single
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+This is it, this is the one
+(That's what I'm talkin' about right here)
+Yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one
+(They ain't ready baby)
+You ready? (No doubt)
+Yeah me too (Let's do it)
+
+If gettin' money is a crime then I confess
+It ain't about money I could care less
+I used to be a B now I'm a C breast
+I get em hard you handle the rest
+My music like heartburn burn your chest
+Like a nigga stick the axe inside your backs
+You be like "What the fuck was that shit!"
+Gimme some more I love my fans
+Gotta make em dance
+Would I ever make a whack joint
+Not a chance
+Show my male friends call me M&M's
+Cuz my pussy melt in your mouth and not in your hands
+Just a bad girl always rockin' dimes
+With the see-who's-stockin' skaters with the Lizzy's
+Purpose with the deadbeats
+Usually spited by my Goldilocks
+While first movin' flocks I'm movin' drops
+Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range
+Two of the same it ain't a thang pocket the change
+Now I'm just doin' my thing enjoyin' the fame
+Why not ain't no other bitches hot in the game
+
+1 - 	[Lil' Kim Singing]
+Nobody do it better than us
+Nobody do it better than us
+Nobody do it better than us
+Nobody do it better than us
+Nobody do it better than us
+Nobody do it better than us
+
+Lil' Kim yeah everybody knows me
+In a class by myself never where the ho's be
+I just avoid where all my foes be
+Cuz God damn muthafuckas is nosey
+Wanna know what I'm wearing
+What I'm drivin what I'm doin'
+Where I hang out at who the fuck I'm screwin'
+Damn I move way out to the boondocks
+So I can have a little bit of privacy
+You bought a tiny ass condo
+Way across the water with a telescope
+So you can spy on me
+You clowns belong in the circus
+Steady tryin' to hurt us
+Tell me what's the purpose
+They say I'm prejudice
+The only presidents that I fuck with
+Is the ones that's dead
+Like the big heads
+Never stingy with my Benji's
+Got enough dough to buy the West Indies
+Invest in Fendi's own Laurendi's
+Start my own doll like Mark & Mindy's
+Free all my niggas from the penitentiary
+Yea keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century
+
+Repeat 1
+
+You got a 5 and I got a 6
+Back it up
+What's wrong with this picture nigga
+Pack it up
+I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh)
+Yours is big but mines is bigga
+Cuz the Benji's is what it's all about
+Do my ladies know what I'm talkin' about
+If my shoes cost more than your car
+Ha don't expect to get far
+You the kinda nigga that like to plot
+Call your friends tell em that you hit the jackpot
+I keep razors in my bras
+For all you womanizers
+That's how much I despise it's up
+I don't get it I ain't wit it
+Can't see how other woman did it
+Niggas screamin' gimme
+Can't get a penny
+Yea I got plenty
+But you ain't got any?
+Now picture me takin' my  hard earned money
+Throwin' it away by spendin' it on a dummy
+All he gon' do is spend it on another honey
+I say let the nigga stay bummy
+I don't need a nigga I jerks it out
+Take it old school and smurf it out
+Give me a B and I'll merk it out
+Niggas know QB gon' work it out
+
+Repeat 1
+
+Nobody
+As we proceed to give you what you need
+In 2000 baby
+And we rock on and on
+All hail the Queen
+All hail the King
+BIG forever and we won't stop
+**************************************************
+The Jump Off (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
+Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa!
+(Yo', it's goin' down now)
+Aiyyo Tim man this the G-Mix right here man! (Jump off!)
+Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Queen Bee, Mobb Deep)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the remix
+Lil' Kim, Mr. Cheeks, M-O-B mix
+Pump the Jag, come through in the V6
+By the end of the night, I'm in the G5th
+All we wanna do is dance
+The way I eat tracks, call me Ms. Pac-Man
+And if the fans don't fit in the minivan
+Murk out in somebody's Sedan
+You thought the Sprite can was off the meter
+Imagine what I'd do with a two litre
+You see my nipples gettin' hard through the wife beater
+Fuck the tele, we can do this in the two-seater
+Got every color diamond in the cross
+I ain't scared to crossover, ya'll niggas is soft
+My man follow me everywhere of course
+To hear my theme music, muthafuckin' "The Jump Off"
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
+This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
+Escalades twenty three inch rims
+Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
+(It's the Jump Off)
+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 right (Right)
+(It's the Jump Off)
+
+[Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks]
+Ayo, I do it no other way but the live way
+Hoppin' in my truck, brand new Porsche in driveway
+How I'm livin', ball out 'til I fall out
+Brawl out, bitch niggas we call out
+I run with a mean pack, sticky green jack
+Mobb Deep and 'em, we fam, got the Queen back
+Peep the situation, the jump is jumpin' off
+I'm on the low in the cut touchin' somethin' soft
+Ain't nothin' like it, sex, weed and cash
+I love gettin' smashed, I love hittin' ass
+Floss back, smells good and toes out
+Bought the bottles of Hen rock, and Moes out
+Every spot we go in, it blows out
+Queen Bee got hot shit, yeah no doubt
+Listen, we keep it poppin' in here
+Ain't no stoppin' in here
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: Havoc]
+It's the Jump Off remix with Mobb up on it
+Since Quiet Storms niggas had them blocks, had them corners
+Them Glocks, them revolvers, them problem solvers
+Niggas fallin' in love with these hoes and fallin'
+Yo', this is Havoc talkin' to a professional nigga
+Talkin' 'bout guns, though he just ain't credible
+Come to sets with Lex and the duke
+And here's the catch, if you never had that itch
+You won't squeeze for the scratch
+You know how many in the hood bleedin' for that
+While you talkin' out your ass and are weak with the tech
+Lil' Kim is still that bitch
+Burn everything I love, let a nigga stunt on me and the grub
+We hide up in back of the club, you know we got a mint
+Somethin' to make a shotie look like a Snub
+Shorty if you ain't jumpin' it off, the fuck out
+The last ain't you ain't leave, buggin' the fuck out
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 4: Prodigy]
+My whole life is one party with millions of jump offs
+And Bunsy called before a nigga jump off
+Niggas wife be the next man jumped on
+She pissed at you, the man has some fault
+All she wanna do is feel loose
+And free to be herself, we fuck like animals
+There's a celebrity orgy at the crib
+Call Kim and the mo'fuckin' Beehive crew
+They got the whole bar and me armied
+Too much pussy, nigga be drunk of punnani
+A Brooklyn-Queens thing, when we get it poppin'
+Gun fire couldn't stop us from rockin'
+Certain niggas can't live they life
+They can't party with us, 'cause they scared of they own kind
+We in the jump off everytime
+Like eight or nine deep with them things and the whole nine
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]
+It's jumpin' off like that now
+Queen Bee, she back now
+Yo yo, Mobb Deep, Mr. Cheeks
+Ayo it's goin' down like this man
+The party's jumpin' off
+The G-Mix, the G-Mix
+**************************************************
+Whenever You See Me[Pre Chorus: Lil Kim]
+Uh, Yo Yo Yo, Yeah
+One time (IRS), Two time (Money Team)
+You know what  it is (yeah)
+
+[Hook: Lil Kim]
+Whenever you see me
+I'm in the coupe wit' the windows down
+Looking kinda breezy
+Each of my wrists like a hundred thou'
+I make it look easy
+Watch the Pirellis go round and round
+That's why they feel me
+On the strength of how I gets down
+Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
+I'm gonna find you, and take it slowly
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+You know I move in silence like them gangstas taught me
+Put money on the table, pass the pepper and salt please
+Moving too fast, take it slow like R&B
+But aren't I resisting things out on South Beach
+Blanco, Kimmy B, Urs, the same thing
+Ain't shit change, going hard for the whole team
+Got niggas on my line, I ain't hanging no clothing
+A bitch been crack, just living this dope dream
+I'm talking 'bout Bulgari on the charm, Piguet on the arm
+Limited edition Giuseppes
+You know I got the shooters from the turf that'll pop you like Percs
+I suggest you muhfuckas don't test me
+Wanna eat me out, can he pay all my bills?
+Foreign G-Wagon in the house on Nut Hills
+Put this pussy on you like the sun in the morning
+Beat it up, beat it up, up
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Cassidy]
+The money coming in, I been having a good year
+I wear Prada, Balenciaga the footwear
+If I'm in the building then you know that the hood there
+I'm spitting fire till I retire like Goodyear
+Pocket full of chicken, getting that poultry
+Got niggas mad cause I'm in my bag like groceries
+My team wild, better watch how you approach me
+I get a OG to punch you right in your gold teeth
+Yo, I'm wit' my girl Kim, girlfriend go harder than grown men
+She bad wit' a Hermes bag bringing the chrome in
+I go hard but I make it look easy
+Whenever you see me, I'm ballin' like CP3
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Lil Kim]
+You can't run away, yeah
+From the truth, oh no no, baby, yeah baby
+It's gonna catch up to you one day
+Kim and Cassidy
+We got these streets lit baby, yeah baby
+We run shit from Brooklyn to Philly
+**************************************************
+Miseducation of Queen Bee[Intro]
+Yo, yo yo
+Blooood fire
+Mis-Education of Queen Bee
+Shout out to my girl Lauren
+Yo, yo
+
+[Pre Verse]
+It's funny how money change the situation
+You can talk greasy on the radio station
+They hatin' cuz I'm the creation
+My song spun in heavy rotation
+Some wan' play Queen Bee like she dumb
+I burn rappers like tannin' under the sun
+Everything you did has already been done
+I'm the first lady there's no comparison
+Since the trail I've tried to avoid violence
+But if they come test we run for me gun
+
+[Intro]
+
+[Verse 1]
+It's funny how money change the situation
+You can talk greasy on the radio station
+They hatin' cuz I'm the creation
+My song spun in heavy rotation
+Some wan' play Queen Bee like she dumb
+I burn rappers like tannin' under the sun
+Everything you did has already been done
+I'm the first lady there's no comparison
+Since the trail I've tried to avoid violence
+But if they come test we run for me gun
+Let the Bee buzz if you don't wanna get stung
+Kim been this way since, day one
+I fear none but my status will scare some
+Haters keep makin' false accusations
+Always got my name in they conversation
+Disloyal fools I'm still the champion
+
+[Hook]
+You might win some but you just lost one (x9)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now my attitude's turned cold
+Girls sell they soul just to have my flow
+Like Keyshia Cole they just need to let it go
+The game to be sold and not to be told
+Wisdom I hold 'til the youth gets old
+To the hopeless now I'm on Hope Road
+Dudes floss cash and they know they in debt
+Never play the ho, Queen Bee be the pimp
+Can't slick talk I done heard that shit
+Can't lie to a liar I reverse that shit
+I run the club called the Players Residence
+I'm not only a client, I'm the president
+Did the crime, now the time you can't handle it
+But ima play it out to it's full out extent
+I came from the Stuy project tenement
+Style wild like a child off punishment
+About me everyone got opinions
+A lot of rap chicks but I'm still number one
+Must be prepared cos the rain soon come
+You might win some but you just lost one
+
+[Hook]
+You might win some but you just lost one (x5)
+**************************************************
+Chinatown[Lil' Kim]
+Yeah How many hitters can stand the rain
+(Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now)
+This is only a test
+La la la la la
+(What We told you it was commin)
+La la la La la la la la
+(We in front of the scenes
+And in back of the scenes
+So what you gon do now)
+La la la
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Bitches wanna front on me
+But know not to come to me
+I keep ten Glocks
+Ten rotts up in front of me (grr)
+Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin)
+Like they sayin sumin (Sayin sumin)
+I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin (What)
+My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four
+Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow
+Thanks to Taebo
+I'm thirty two and O
+When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
+Two for five spots
+I tear the rocks out
+Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here)
+Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin assholes)
+My revolver is a quick problem solver
+Don't never think I'm slippin (Why)
+Bitch I ain't dumb
+I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
+Hatin ass niggas
+I treat you like a bitch
+Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
+I got warriors that's three time felons
+Leave ya body swellin
+Leakin from ya melon
+And it ain't no tellin when the bodies start smellin
+Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
+The guns and thing you sing about bring em out
+Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought
+I'm a millionaire
+I ain't rhymin for the cash
+I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass
+
+[Banger]
+All ya'll niggas is narrow straight parrel
+Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel
+(Swallow it)
+Criminal I ain't tryna battle
+(Neva dat) on a ground or gravel
+Through four make the hollows travel
+
+[Bristal]
+I got Montana nines more tangled lines
+Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line
+I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine
+Can't jack mine
+I'm one of a kind
+
+[Banger]
+Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro
+You sleep with your eyes close
+Might as well be blind fold
+See how much my nine hold blast my one
+Dos tres to the cuatro cinco
+Reload bitch
+
+[Bristal]
+How you want it
+Head or gut
+You soft like baby butt (I like that)
+When these Brooklyn niggas come threw
+Their jewels they tuck
+For what
+Intimidated how we hop out the truck
+Or the S type Jag
+Y'all niggas straight fag
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
+This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
+Ridin round town with gun in masses
+Copped out the ten years but only had six
+All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
+Settin niggas up for all they stashes
+Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
+Nasty hoes who take it in they asses
+
+[Lil' Cease]
+I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from
+I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum
+I'm far from a lame you will never see me run
+You know how we do it beef jump into it
+M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron
+Nine millimeter team
+Mack 11 mobs men
+Who said we ain't rich
+Kim's bling cost a fortune
+Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin
+From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin
+Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin
+Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin
+Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die
+Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go
+Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe
+Where you start is where you finish at
+Show y'all the meanin of fam
+Remember dat
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
+This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
+Ridin round town with gun in masses
+Copped out the ten years but only had six
+All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
+Settin niggas up for all they stashes
+Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
+Nasty hoes who take it in they asses
+**************************************************
+Keys to the City[Hook]
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
+I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+
+[Lil Kim]
+Uh, Uh, Uh, Uhhhhh
+A boss bitch, work from home and she able
+It's like Surgery Operations on the table
+Cut it, cook it, bring it back
+Flip it
+Bring it back
+Better have my money, if you don't nigga bring it back!
+They puttin' orders in, with my Subordonates
+Cause I got that uncut and I ain't never shortenin'
+LOCK SMITH! I lock these hoes out really!
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City!
+Bricks under-aged, I get'em under 20
+And they ain't never growin' up, Peter Pan Wendy!
+I got the fairy dust bitch!
+I can make you fly, or at least believe it like R. Kelly when he high!
+So don't disturb momma in the kitchen
+Chefin' up the powder we gon' eat off what I'm mixing!
+Me and them bird bitches don't mix in
+That's why I went to jail for not snitching!
+
+[Hook]
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
+I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only nigga with the Keys ino The City
+I'm the only nigga, I-I,I'm the ony nigga
+I-I, I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
+
+[Young Jeezy]
+Youre the only nigga with the keys in the city
+Bitches on you dog like some fleas in the city
+Burn in ham, but the go to villain
+In the club with this yellow gold chain
+Bet you niggas never seen a yellow gold rains
+Make a couplethrow some ds in that bitch
+Make the mama say
+Then go for 3 o nigga holler at a player
+.. holler at the mayor, smoke nigga, ask the valee
+Strapped up, fucked up
+With the 40 cal Im a smooth operator
+Ain't no question, Im a tool operator
+What you know about the key stack, far as you can see
+If a nigga die tonight, name the project after me
+
+I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only nigga, I-I,I'm the only nigga
+I-I, I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
+I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+
+[Lil Kim]
+Uh, Uh, Uhhh
+Uh, I got the keys like Swizzy!
+I'mma bout to flood the whole ci-ty!
+It's Kimmy Blanco, black widow
+Whip It, Whip It real hard like a young willow
+Quick to break a bitch down like a fuckin' Kilo!
+Bout to shut down "The Carter" like I'm fuckin' Nino!
+I'm Universal bitch
+I distribute the shit!
+I never flop but I throw a couple bricks
+This that Columbian Godmother shit
+Get a nigga clipped faster than a "bluntpiff"!
+Sprinkle ashes on your corps!
+You a worker tryin' go against the BOSS!
+I got that cocaine flow like Griselda
+Every sentence I speak is Paraphernalia!
+I'm countin' money like a bank tella
+The girl stay flyer than hellacopta' propellas'!
+
+[Hook]
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
+I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
+I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
+**************************************************
+Cheatin’[Intro: Big Mike]
+Kimmy Blanco, What's up baby?
+CT got your back, you know what it is
+Shout out to the whole Tri-State
+Shout out to all the websites, shout out to all the blogs
+Shout out to all the radio stations
+Most of all, shout out to the streets
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+It was love at first sight, everthing was right
+I didn't know, him had another life with a kid and wife
+And he bought me a ring and he bought us both the same cars
+What started out as a simple love affair
+Ended with someone inside an electric chair
+And the same man that she was in love with's now in love with me
+I didn't mean to hurt her, could've been somebody's mom
+But she took his heart when, she pulled out that gun
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
+
+[Hook: Rihanna]
+Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd
+Oh, why? Oh, why?
+Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
+In central station
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+I can't imagine what I'd do if I was in her show
+'Cause if he did this to me, I'd probably kill him too
+'Cause if he played me for a fool, I'd probably lose my cool
+And reach for my firearm
+I wish she didn't lay him down
+But it's too late to turn back now
+Don't know what she was thinking
+But I know what she was feeling
+And now he's no longer around
+I didn't mean to hurt him, could've been somebody's son
+But she took his heart when, she pulled out that gun
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
+
+[Hook: Rihanna]
+Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
+In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd
+Oh, why? Oh, why?
+Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
+But hear me now
+
+[Bridge: Lil Kim]
+I never thought she'd do it
+I never thought she'd do it
+I never thought she'd do it
+Oh gosh
+Why ever do she do it?
+Why ever do she do it?
+Why ever do she do it?
+Why do she pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger? Boom!
+And end this, end this life so soon
+Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger, boom
+Now what you gon' do? Me say, what you gon' do?
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam
+Me say one man down, oh god
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam
+Me say one man down
+Now you are a criminal, criminal, criminal
+Yes you are a criminal, criminal, criminal
+Yes now somebody hold the gun, whilst she run out of town
+Before it be another: one man down
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
+Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
+
+[Hook: Rihanna]
+Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
+In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd
+Oh, why? Oh, why?
+Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
+In central station
+**************************************************
+It Ain’t My Fault[Lil Kim]
+Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
+Tell a nigga quit
+Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
+Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
+You already know I'm in love with that big shit
+You an imitation, I'm that real shit
+Y'all just playin the greatest like Will Smith
+I kill 'em with kindness, blow a lil kiss
+Look like you gotta weak bladder, you a lil pissed
+Uh, but it ain't my fault, the queen never left
+I don't know what y'all thought
+Right back to ballin'
+Gettin' money is sport
+And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court
+New York, it ain't New York
+Go on show off, drop the top on that Porsche
+If everyday ya hustlin' like Rick Ross
+Then you get it like a boss
+No matter what it cost
+
+Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
+Tell a nigga quit
+Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
+Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
+You already know I'm in love with that big shit
+But it ain't my fault, the queen never left
+I don't know what y'all thought
+Right back to ballin'
+Gettin' money is sport
+And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court
+
+A lot of rappers act big with they lil hit
+They overdoin' it more than a lil bit
+Impress me, take more than a lil chips
+Big things poppin' go 'head with that lil shit
+Uh, I'm throwin' money in the crowd
+The way I make it rain
+Make ya fuck around and drown
+Now them leaches ain't around
+I'm better off alone
+Got rid of the dead weight, like Star Jones
+Sleepin on Kim
+Y'all better wake up
+I'm shinin' on y'all like I just opened the drapes up
+Wishin' on a star but ya never get lucky
+Me and Sha Money gotta rap like a mummy
+
+[ShaMoney]
+ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
+Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
+
+Even though you got the kind of body niggas kill for
+As I think about it, damn i hate to see you go
+I tell you from the start you gotta know your part
+You can't miss me at night, I glow in the dark
+Look baby, I'm a rockstar, no guitar
+Young, fly nigga shades on like Bret Hart
+ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
+Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
+I don't need a super woman, I just need a lil more
+Lil cris, lil haze, and a lil dro
+And I'm cooler than an A/C breeze
+Still stomp a nigga out in my ACGs
+Still run up in ya crib through that ADT
+ASAP where that money at
+If I don't do nothing, I'ma ball
+I'ma go and get that duffle bag
+I ain't never ran from a nigga, I ain't a runnin' back
+Mike Vick ya dog, ya better muzzle that
+Dang nigga, you soak a nigga like a bubble bath
+You don't want none of that
+We be on that bullshit
+Still gettin' money man I'm good like I'm hood rich
+Walk around on that "wish a nigga would" shit
+Me and Queen Bee need more than a lil bit
+
+[Lil Kim]
+Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
+Tell a nigga quit
+Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
+Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
+You already know I'm in love with that big shit
+But it ain't my fault, the queen never left
+I don't know what y'all thought
+Right back to ballin'
+Gettin' money is sport
+And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court
+
+[ShaMoney]
+ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
+Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
+Even though you got the kind of body niggas kill for
+As I think about it, damn i hate to see you go
+I tell you from the start you gotta know your part
+You can't miss me at night, I glow in the dark
+Look baby, I'm a rockstar, no guitar
+Young, fly nigga shades on like Bret Hart
+**************************************************
+Get Yours[Hook]
+Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
+If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
+You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggas for?
+Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours
+Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
+If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
+You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?
+Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours
+
+[Lil' Kim]
+Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
+Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back
+Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em
+Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em
+Play all day on the Siruis, radio
+Satellite TV, who do it like me?
+In designer outfits, while sellin the tag
+Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag
+Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
+Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass
+Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash
+When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass
+Number one rule, think B.I.G
+50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P
+The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
+They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C
+[Hook]
+
+[Sha-Dash]
+Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know
+The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold
+Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo'
+Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall
+Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up
+Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggas threw it up
+Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star
+Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car
+You been with a chump pah; like Ashton
+Was the first one to "Punk" y'all
+Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob
+Like an old album, you happen to come for us
+You guys get dust off
+It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for
+Family and friends be the only ones missin boy
+Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for
+Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[T.I.]
+You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
+Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit
+Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get
+King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit
+Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
+Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
+40 cal's and 45 Glocks, I don't like nine
+Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggas lifeline
+I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime
+Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time
+Other niggas settle down cause I don't bag mine
+You see me pull it I'mma blast, I don't flash mine
+You niggas livin check to check but I don't cash mine
+Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine
+Been goin easy on you rappers I'mma mash now
+Niggas throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Wanna Lick (Magic Stick Pt. 2)[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+
+[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
+Tonight's the night shorty you'll never forget this
+I dim the lights, I get it right, I'm like a pimp sick
+Down on the bed, I make the clothes disappear quick
+I see through her (?) La Perla pretty clear kid
+I'm turned on now I really wanna hit, kiss
+Her neck and nibble 'til I'm way down on her waist kid
+Man she's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off
+When she come in with a friend, I'm like "Take it off!"
+I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah I'm rich bitch
+That don't mean I'm runnin' 'round buyin' chicks shit
+You see the chrome doubt be shinin' on my new six
+My pinky ring, my neck, my ears and my wrist lit
+I like the ice I'm pretty nice on the dice trip
+Twice in a row you know, I got to get the dough
+My confidence is high, I know I could hit a lick
+My g's pretty good, I know I could get the bitch
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+I'll be your wife, I'll be your girl, I'll be your mistress
+But if you ain't spendin' that dough your gettin' dismissed
+That mean you gotta keep me laced like a seamstress
+You can't expect nothin' less from the Queen Bitch
+My doggy style make you wanna jump on that (BO!)
+Just like a dog on that chase for the kitty kat (BO!)
+Man he's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off (BO!)
+He pour the honey on me, and then he clean me off (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+I take his breath away, Kim leave 'em speechless
+I'm so wet, I'll have a nigga feelin' sea sick
+He in the streets all day but it's alright
+'Cause he'll be back tonight, and then the next night
+And then the next night, because the sex tight
+I'll be his Advil, I gotta keep his head right
+He outta town and he fiendin' for me every night
+He's so addicted sendin' for me on the next flight
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
+Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
+When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
+Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
+Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
+I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
+But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
+**************************************************
+I Am Not the OneEverybody wanna talk about Kim
+But ain’t nothing soft about Kim
+Everything you walk about Kim
+Through all that I’ve been
+Picture me being broke and I can auction my pen, please
+I ain’t never worry about hens, they worry about me
+But I ain’t worry about them
+I’d rather see them coughing up phlegm
+Off with they heads, guillotine Kim so it’s off with they limbs
+
+Why pop cork with my men
+When I was up north in the pen, my fans wrote me
+They said queen keep doing ya thing write songs so we can quote thee
+The rest of ya'll we
+See our downfall, so I don’t come around y’all
+Now I’m beyond rich, the spittin magician poof be gone bitch
+
+Bitch couldn’t walk a mile in my Louboutins
+Me against you that’s asinine
+QB bout the bomb, Taliban
+Coming through the north trench, caliban
+Bitch you was just a child of mine and im casey I'mma get off scott free
+Sipping don pee on palm beach
+Original OG, my alonski
+Break bread with the IRS family
+
+While these jamie hoes tryna get fancy
+I live the life of a queen I’m royalty bitch
+Bow down kiss the ring
+Money, power, respect is the song I sing
+All I see is dollar signs, all I hear is cha ching
+Bow into your fears have u staring at a long gun
+Didn’t realize you fucked with the wrong one
+**************************************************
+Need A Bitch[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Who the flyest bitch in the game? (Lil' Kim)
+Who be the baddest bitch alive? (Lil' Kim)
+Who the sexiest chick around? (Lil' Kim)
+What gangsta bitch, who ain't gon' ride? (Lil' Kim)
+This for my pimps and my hoes
+When they's in the Maybach, Bentley or the Rolls
+I asked my nigga Nate Dogg
+Outta all the ladies, why he chose the Queen Bee
+And this is what he said y'all:
+
+[Hook: Nate Dogg]
+I need me a bitch, with some big old thighs
+I need me a fine ass motherfucking bitch, with some pretty ass eyes
+I need me a bitch, like I need some hash
+I need me a bitch, so I can floss that ho, and make my ex mad
+I need me a bitch, ain't no need to lie
+I need me a bitch, so when I do some dirt, she be my alibi
+I need me a bitch, like a need a 6-4
+I need me a bitch, that'll shine my rims up and open my door
+I need me a bitch, who is all of that
+Cos I'm a fly ass motherfucking nigga who was born to mac
+I need me a bitch, like never before
+I need me a bitch, and I couldn't care less if the bitches yawn
+I need me a bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
+All eyes on the Queen, when I'm walking past
+I'm in the Fendi mini-skirt, shakin' my ass
+In slow motion for ya, slow motion for ya
+I'm working that back daddy, how you like that daddy
+Honeygirl Lil' Kim with the mac Nate Dogg
+Reppin 3-1-0 to the 7-1-8 y'all
+That'll have a Queen on your arm if you could
+Take them wings off the Bentley, and put me of the hood
+Oh, I'm what niggas want, I got what niggas need
+I keep my coochi in Gucci, and you best belive
+Get it on anywhere, no matter I'm looking
+Sophisticated, I'm sexual so
+
+[Pre-Hook: Lil' Kim]
+I need me a trick, that's filty rich
+I need me a fine ass motherfucking nigga with a big ass --
+Cus I'm that (bitch)
+
+[Hook: Nate Dogg]
+I--- I need me a bitch
+I--- I need me a bitch, who ain't hard to please
+I need me a fine ass motherfucking bitch with some start up knees
+I need me a bitch, who ain't scared to flirt
+I need me a bitch, in the middle of the grocery store, so lift up her skirt
+I need me a bitch, like I need my crew
+I need me a bitch, a bitch, to pass on to my boys soon as I get through
+I need me a bitch, this I can't deny (I can't deny)
+I need me a bitch, I love when she wildin' out, cos she still look fine
+I need me a bitch, and a Coupe de Ville
+I need me a bitch, a car with a big back seat, so I can make her squeal
+I need me a bitch, like a need a drnk
+Who can hold her breath real good, it's either swim or sink
+Bitch
+I--- need a bitch
+I--- need a bitch
+I--- need a bitch
+**************************************************
+Knock ’Em Out The Box[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+I'm bout to fuck this track get the KY jelly
+I'm pluck you haters nerves like a game of skelly
+Yeah I might screw Nelly in the back of the deli
+And y'all say the Queen don't keep it gully
+She want him home by one, he ain't showing tonight
+I guess ol' girl ain't throwing it right
+Down down baby on the first lady
+Before he bust, I'm slidin off to Slim Shady
+Dear Eminem, you just don't understand
+I want to melt in your mouth and not in your hands!
+Your accent make me horny, you got hits
+So peep the remix: your bum is on my tits
+Usher, you ain't got to call
+Have you singing 'U Remind Me' to a blow up doll
+I'm into sports, mostly basketball
+I be like, "Ohh" when they take it to the hole
+Picture me the coach of the New York Knicks
+Getting head from Sprewell, choke on this!
+Sixty-nine's the position I can't resist
+I'm that blunt in Snoop's mouth, smoke on this
+From Chris Webber to Vince Carter, who get in the best
+Competing for the Queen like a dunking contest
+Yo, J to A.I., when you in Bedstuy
+Make sure you holla at the K.I
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
+Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
+Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
+Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
+It's time I show 'em what a bitch is all about, bitch
+A keep it movin', keep them bitches out my mouth, bitch
+From the east, to the west and dirty south, bitch
+Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+For a million dollars a head, I'll fuck all of Cash Money
+Back that thang up like a Playboy bunny
+Bling bling, every time Baby hit the booty, bling bling
+And Lil' Wayne run up in the cootie, ching ching
+Juve' and the rest of the crew, the same thing
+Hahaha, I cracks myself up
+I know I talk shit, but I can back myself up
+Can't believe the words I'm spittin'
+Zab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a no brainer
+Why the fuck you ain't call me to be ya personal trainer
+I'm just fucking with you, don't get mad, and try to spazz
+Or I'll have to call that nigga Kostya Tszyu on your ass
+Tyson, Sugar Shane, you boxers turn me on
+Hope your dick's like your money be... real long
+Just 'cuz I'm a freak and talk dirty in my songs
+This pussy ain't for free, now that's where you're wrong
+I take Tank to the bank, before his career sank
+For me to sex him, I need about 17 drinks
+Like The Artist said, I'm a sexy muthafucka
+Tryna make a Rush Hour 3 porno with Chris Tucker
+What about Musiq Soulchild, man I'd rather suck Bilal
+And have an orgy with the whole Where Brother Art Thou
+Jagged Edge, 112, N'Sync, is on
+Get my hands on Justin and Britney Spears is GONE
+**************************************************
+Rock On Wit Yo Bad Self[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+I rock on with my bad self cuz it's a must
+Kim blow past hoes tell 'em 'Eat my dust'
+Cuz um, I gets busy with my bad ass
+Straight from Brook-lawn, Vietnam, Baghdad
+Cuz I'mma get you high like that stick-icky one time
+One verse from the Queen is like sniffin' a line
+Higher than a fever, ya best believe her
+This young viva senorita flow tighter than a two-seater
+Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' these haters like a waitress
+Back to the basics
+I got the game in a chokehold, better take a No-Doze
+Sleepin' on Kim is a no-no (UGH)
+The capital Q-B, now take it to the E-E
+I'm bringin' things to light but you still can't see me
+I flows like the monthly you can't cramp my style
+Can't take the pain here's a Motrin child
+You already know it's Ms. G.O.A.T
+Numero U-N-O, now here we go
+
+[Hook: Lil Kim]
+I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
+But still I
+(Rock on with ya bad self)
+I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
+But still I
+(Rock on with ya bad self)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
+Think ya hotter than me? YALL STUPID
+Ain't no doubt about it I'm the UNDISPUTED
+Lyrical champion, dough I stack it
+My verse crazy I write with stray jackets
+You can't hack it, some try to backstab
+I drive by them haters while they try to flag cabs
+Hate to brag but fuck it why shouldn't I
+'Gini with the top off, why wouldn't I
+I was tought by the streets so how couldn't I
+See right pass niggas like BIG's crooked eye
+BOOM! BAM! GOT DAYYMMM!
+I'm hittin' so hard I be shakin' the land
+KIM GET IT CRUNK
+Like the speakers in ya trunk, got you feelin' drunk
+Off the rhythm that I give 'em
+Spit that venom, in 'em, honey girl be killin 'em
+Yea, I put that on my unborn kids
+Kim run this shit, man you know what it is
+
+[Hook: Lil Kim]
+I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
+But still I
+(Rock on with ya bad self)
+I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
+But still I
+(Rock on with ya bad self)
+**************************************************
+Shut Up Bitch IntroAh, Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?
+It has come to my attention that you raggedy bitches always got a muthafucking
+Opinion about somebody, what somebody shoulda been doing, what they
+Shoulda been wearing, what they shoulda been doing with their motherfucking money
+Why don't you get a muthafucking life, bitch?
+You been raggedy since Lil' Kim first came out and your ass is still raggedy
+That's why you got time to worry about what other muthafuckers is doing
+It's queen B bitch. Not pawn, not rook, not knight. QUEEN
+You ain't no muthafucking royalty
+As a matter of fact, just do me a favor and shut up bitch. I don't even like bitches talking
+Beh, wait, hold on - let me say something to you:
+This is what you're doing, and this is what I need you to be doing...
+See, watch, hold on..........
+See, even I can do it, EVEN A PIMP CAN DO IT!
+Did you see how I shut up? That's what the fuck you need to do and SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!
+**************************************************
+It’s Kim Bitches (Get That Money)[Intro]
+Ya'll know who it is
+NEW MONEY!
+It's me, bitches
+
+[Verse 1]
+Back up on the scene, it's the microphone fiend
+Fuck keepin' it clean, I'm keepin' it real green
+(WARNING) She's hazardous, ghetto-fabulous
+You can't see her with binoculars (You cannot see her dawg)
+I'm keepin' it Holly-hood, out in Hollywood
+Put ya lighters up if you rollin' that backwood (put 'em up, put 'em up!)
+Once again it's on, your girl's back in the zone
+Maybe it's the beat or the seven shots of Patron
+Like Cypress Hill, I'm 'Insane In The Brain'
+My niggas, clear the lane, I'm comin' to bring the pain (she comin')
+Time for a change, ya'll all sound the same
+Ya'll all makin' it rain, we makin' it hurricane
+Like a good meal, I hit the spot
+This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
+What you cowards forgot, is stayin' on top
+I'm kinda like your album, it ain't never gon' drop
+Y'all got gun, and they never gon' pop
+You already know the motto, "Ain't Never Gon' Stop"
+I'm always on that green light, tryna get my team right
+Back to back 5-50s, that cream white
+Red diamonds like a infrared beam light
+My soldiers masked up like it's Halloween night
+You know the apple-bottoms got the jeans fittin' tight
+Marciano bra got the titties sittin' right
+JT had a sexy track, but it's gon take Lil' Kim to bring sexy back
+It's me the trendsetter, 24/7 Star sweater
+24 karat gold on Astar leather, best thing since Donetella
+We in the club and our table's bottled up like a wine cellar
+Let's get this mozzarella, money is time fella
+The Queen reign better get under my umbrella-ella-ella-aye-aye-aye
+It's the Mafia La Bella-ella-ella, all day-aye, yeah
+Kim still gutta mane
+American Idol, before Ruben Studdard mane
+My sex appeal make you stu-stu-stutter mane
+My CD all in ya crib like brudda mane
+I'm seasoned with all the right spices
+I'm the whole pie, y'all just slices
+I'm hotter than Tabasco sauce
+When God make it rain. it's to cool me off
+
+[Hook]
+Get that money, get that money
+Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money
+Get that money, get that money
+Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cause I'm 'bout to own the charts
+When I pop my collar, man I'm extra heavy on the starch
+Extra heavy on the wheels, extra heavy on the watch
+Jewelry like Henny, extra heavy on the rocks
+My dudes on the grind, extra heavy on the block
+You know I like my men extra heavy with the guap
+You lookin' for the dude leavin' the club in the Gallardo
+I'm lookin' for the due leavin' in the helicopter
+So we can toast, overlooking the coast
+Just think about that, next time you flyin' coach
+Yeah I came home, little meat on the thighs
+I'm eye candy, real sweet on the eyes
+Yeah I fucked with Nas, hypnotized B.I
+Damn, they even thought I married Jay, like Blige
+But nah, nah, Kim keep two steppin'
+Two-fo'-seven, is what I'm reppin'
+Lil' Kim for mayor, fuck with a real bitch
+Queen Bee nigga, get with the real shit
+You need a fix, I'm the one to holla at
+Ya stocks went down, you can't get a dolla back
+**************************************************
+Stadium Music[Intro: Yo Gotti]
+Yo! (It's over!)
+I am, I see you!
+This feel like stadium music, you feel me?
+Yo!
+
+[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
+Hashtag CMG, we trending
+Worldwide popularity, we getting it
+And my goal 100 mill, I'm hitting it
+Right now a nigga working with ten, I ain't sleeping
+Uh, they went napping on a nigga (true)
+Pull up in that Phantom like what's happening on a nigga
+I'm selling lifestyle, what else, my Rollie iced out
+They say I fucked the watch up, big head bezel
+Nigga, I fucked the block up, put rims on a Phantom
+Nigga, and fucked the car up, ha
+Damn, but it's paid for
+Get money, blow it, ain't that what it's made for, uh?
+Fucking ask me for some money you a brave hoe, uh
+Tricking that ain't in my nature, I don't save hoes, uh
+You a C-minus bitch and the streets grade hoes, uh
+
+[Hook: Yo Gotti & Lil' Kim]
+Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
+Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
+(Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods)
+(Gotti, we speak for the hood)
+Rags to riches my nigga
+Money over bitches my niggas
+Feds gon' get you my nigga
+But I ain't never snitch on my niggas
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Hashtag Team Kim, trending
+Worldwide, Kim and Gotti keep it pimping (uh)
+My niggas got keys like a locksmith
+So fly, getting cocked in the cockpit
+Haha, and the Hermès ostrich
+Bad bitch, I'm a top pick
+95 South, I used to move it through the traffic
+Brooklyn Kim, yeah, the black Kardashian
+I'm kind of flashy and I like to floss
+These VVS's still dancing when the lights is off
+If you a hater, guess you are who you are, player
+Ain't even start to ball, this is our layer
+I put this money over everything
+I do it all for the love of my Royal Reign
+I beat the beat up, no boxing ring
+World in my hand, ain't drop a thing
+
+[Hook: Yo Gotti & Lil' Kim]
+Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
+Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
+(Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods)
+(Gotti, we speak for the hood)
+Rags to riches my nigga
+Money over bitches my niggas
+Feds gon' get you my nigga
+But I ain't never snitch on my niggas
+**************************************************
+No Time (Clean Version)I got no time for fake ones
+Just sip some crystal with these real ones
+From east to west coast spread love son
+And while you keep talking sh... we count bank funds
+[X3]
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Yeauhhh... I momma, Miss Navana
+Usually rock the prada, sometimes gabbana
+Stick you for your cream and your riches
+Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Chris Diana, all them rich misses
+Puff Daddy bump the Hummer for the summer
+I follow in the e-class with the goggles
+96 Models, Bad Click on the stroll
+(Tell 'em how we roll) Cruise control
+Nothing make a woman feel better
+Than Berrettas and Amarettas
+But in mad chedders and leathers
+Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos
+Tryin' to stick a brother for his peso
+If you say so, then I'm the same chick you wanna get with
+And lick me where it's hot, gotta hit the spot
+If not then don't test a poom-poom-nanny-nanny-punany donny
+Heeeey
+
+I got no time for fake ones
+Just sip some crystal with these real ones
+From east to west coast spread love son
+And while you keep talking sh... we count bank funds
+[X3]
+
+[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
+How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
+Uhh. From the back, give that ass a smack
+Bet your man won't do it like that
+Can't work the middle plus his thing too little
+Work down your ta-tas do the cha-cha
+Make you scream Papa
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+You da best, Da Da, now watch mama
+Go up and down with the jaws crazy, unh
+Oh, say my name baby, and you know, ain't no one
+Like the queen bee, have you speaking in French
+Ooh-la, oui, oui, cest la vie
+Then I cracks for the Mercedes, I act shady
+And feel my.360 gator boots for ladies, ooh, oui, I see
+Act shadey, and feel my creaty, autoraven
+Ooh, wee I see, your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina
+Huh. Can't fade a rhinoceros in rap
+Lil Kim a rookie, how preposterous is that?
+
+Right back at, the one Cleopatra, diggin' in your stash
+Players think they gonna get some ass
+No money-money, no licky licky
+Forget the sticky sticky and your quickie
+Give me your loot, you Mack-11 then shoot
+Your game ain't sweet, Jean Paul Pete shouldn't compete
+If you can't wet it, forget it, don't sweat it
+I bet it make it come smooth if you let it
+Huh. You can't stop a chick from ballin'
+Ha-ha to la-la to drop-bys they be calling
+And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old sh..
+We making hits platinum and gold sh..
+We stay draped in diamonds and pearls
+Beside every man there's a bad girl, that's right
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+I Get It[Hook]
+I get money, I-I get money
+I-I get, I get, I get, I get
+(Don't ask me how I get it, it get it aiight)
+I get money, money is got
+(Ah, ah, I get it)
+I-I get money, money is got
+(Ah, ah, I get it)
+I-I get money, money is got
+(Ah, ah, I get it)
+I get money, money is got, money-money is got
+(Yeeeeeah, I run New York)
+I get money, money is got
+(Ah, ah, I get it)
+I-I get money, money is got
+(Ah, ah, I get it)
+I-I get money, money is got, money-money is got
+(Ah, ah, I get it, yeeeeeah, I run New York)
+
+[Verse]
+The bank don't stop cause they put me in cuffs
+Still made money up in the can, what the fuck
+I'd have a baby by you, baby, if you a billionaire
+Write the check before I cum, just sign right here
+I'm gon' stay rich
+I ain't gon' die tryin' to spend my shit
+I'mma die tryna spend your shit
+Nowadays these rap niggas on some feminine shit
+So I guess Queen Bee gon' be the man of this shit
+Laughin' at these rap bitches on some amatuer shit
+They better off makin' a livin' on some janitor shit
+Who the hell is this chick? She been out kinda long
+Had one hot song, I'm sorry I missed it
+Too busy being Conceited, puttin' on my lipstick
+Takin' trips out in Cali, chillin' with the Hiltons
+Yeeeeeah, I'm chillin', Kim top billin'
+With the top down, throwin' money through the ceilin'
+I get it, the lifestyle that you only rap about
+I live it, my man buy cars that you hoes be rentin'
+I'm classy like a Phatom, you a Honda Civic
+Lil' Kim got your whole bank stopped, I get it
+**************************************************
+Ms. G.O.A.T[Verse 1]
+Let's smoke some lah, to this Mardi Gras
+I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far
+It don't get no betta, than the trendsetter
+Got a track for these rats (Tryna steal her cheddar)
+Shake my thing all the boys start to sing
+Shawty is a ten, think about me in his dreams
+Nymphomanic, head like a brainiac
+For those who slept Lil' Kim is back
+And better than before, you thought it was impossible
+Haters is sick need to check into a hospital
+Prayin for my downfall like it was a Sunday
+But it's over, you only get five minutes to shine
+Now the game is mine
+The streets crowned ya girl Miss Greatest of All Time
+So follow me and I'll lead you the right way
+Just sing along to the words I say, C'mon
+
+[Verse 2]
+Dude these chicks sour, getting worse by the hour
+And at the same time I'm cakin' up by the minute
+But when you sick of hoeing, I can show you about pimpin'
+I'm tryna put you onto game, pay attention
+To how to grind, I'm bout a dollar not a dime
+I'm color blind, to everything except a dollar sign
+Bottom line, your career I break up
+And take your shine like the feds did to Jacob
+Well well well, I'll be damned
+I shouldn't have to tell you who I am
+But I'm the Notorious K-I-M
+Your flow's got flaws like a chipped diamond
+Oh yes, I've been watchin you, copy me
+My spot's safe, got it on lock and key
+I'm who you wanna be, but you can't be who you're not
+The first lady G.O.A.T dot
+**************************************************
+Gimme Brain[Intro]
+Yeah, step into my rainforest
+Step into my rainforest
+Yeah only for the sexy people
+Step into my rainforest, yeah yeah
+Step into my rainforest, uh-huh
+Let's see, I'm wet
+
+[Verse 1]
+Step into my rainforest
+I'm tryin' to see who gon' make it make it rain hundreds, tornado pussy
+Can you make it monsoon, honeymoon
+Now we fuckin like a bride and groom
+You want a taste of honey
+I need to see the money
+You wanna see the spread
+You gotta spend some bread
+Them racks in your pants
+That'll make me dance
+Now fill that with cash
+Come on hop up on this ass
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Make it rain trick
+Make it Make it rain trick
+Make it rain trick
+Make it Make it rain trick
+Gimme brain trick
+Gimme Gimme brain trick
+Gimme brain make it rain
+Gimme brain trick
+
+[Chorus]
+I'ma need some brains bitch
+I'ma need some brains bitch
+Need some brains bitch
+I'ma need some brains bitch
+I'ma make it rain bitch
+I'ma make it rain bitch
+Make it rain bitch
+I'ma make it rain bitch
+
+[Verse 2]
+This kitty ain't for rowboats
+Even titanics get washed away
+He put his head between my legs
+And he washed his face
+Come and scuba dive
+Inside my deep blue sea
+Wanna ride this tidal wave?
+You gotta pay a fee
+Lick on the clit, I'll lick on the dick
+Ride or die bitch, I sit on the shit
+Can't get it wet, I spit on shit
+I spit on spit on spit on the shit
+Suck it up sit back on the dick
+Doggystle back it up on the dick
+Get a grip on them hips, bite on my lips
+Take it out cum right on my tits
+You want a taste of honey
+I need to see the money
+You wanna see the spread
+You gotta spend some bread
+Them racks in your pants
+That'll make me dance
+Now fill that with cash
+Come on hop up on this ass
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Make it rain trick
+Make it Make it rain trick
+Make it rain trick
+Make it Make it rain trick
+Gimme brain trick
+Gimme Gimme brain trick
+Gimme brain make it rain
+Gimme brain trick
+
+[Chorus]
+I'ma need some brains bitch
+I'ma need some brains bitch
+Need some brains bitch
+I'ma need some brains bitch
+I'ma make it rain bitch
+I'ma make it rain bitch
+Make it rain bitch
+I'ma make it rain bitch
+**************************************************
+Killin’ Em{Sample of The Notorious B.I.G.'s "Where Brooklyn At? (Freestyle)"}
+
+[Intro: Big Mike, (Fabolous)]
+(Ohhh) Let's touch the pavement quick
+This shit right here is for the whole East Coast (Ohhh)
+
+[Hook: Fabolous]
+Yo what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it
+I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
+They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
+Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+Uh, uh, ohhh
+
+[Verse 1: Fabolous]
+You ain't gotta worry 'bout her, shorty straight
+Been chasin' her for two days, first 48
+A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
+She look like the best money that I ever spent
+Just watchin' my cutie-pie get beautified
+Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
+Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride
+Her feet are killin' her, I call it shoe-icide
+Looking good has it's sacrifices
+Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices
+Her body nice, face dime
+Give you that iPhone 4, FaceTime
+Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
+Enough class for wine, still handle Patron
+When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
+And she hand 'em the tone
+Uh, uh, ohhh
+
+[Hook: Fabolous]
+Yo what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it
+I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
+They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
+Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+Uh, uh, ohhh
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+It's Kimmy Blanco, fly girl mercenary
+See the closet like a chinchilla cemetery
+[?] made out of crocodiles
+You couldn't find these shoes on forensic files
+(Girl you be killin' 'em) dirt nap time
+CPR couldn't bring 'em back, flat line
+Polo cardigan, when I yacht cruise
+Michael Kors shades, Louis boat shoes
+I'm the new trend, I'm what's in
+You hoes out of season, Kim's the reason
+Gucci bicycle, I'm ridin' on your broads
+Prada backpack, mountain climbin' on you broads
+Dior mascara, Laurent lip gloss
+Queen Bee 101, I teach you how to floss
+Killin' 'em like an abortion place
+Somebody wrap they casket in caution tape
+Ya done here
+
+[Hook: Fabolous]
+Yo what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it
+I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
+They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
+Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+Uh, uh, ohhh
+You be killin' 'em (had to let you know)
+You be killin' 'em
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+Uh, uh, ohhh (all the ladies, to all the ladies)
+You be killin' 'em (I'd like to congratulate you)
+You be killin' 'em (congratulations)
+You be killin' 'em
+Girl you be killin' 'em
+
+[Outro: Fabolous, (Big Mike)]
+And you just came from the gym clothes
+And a fitted cap and some Timbos
+And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
+Camera in the mirror, BBM pose
+Still killin' em hoes (I been there, we all been there)
+Still killin' em hoes (That why talkin' is talkin')
+Still killin' em hoes (It's the actions that matter)
+**************************************************
+Work the Pole[Verse: ]
+Yeah, I bend it down, I touch my toes
+I do the splits, then fuck the floors
+Suck your dick, then fuck some more
+Get on top and ride it slow
+Wanna stay on till I explode
+Dynamite, time control
+I make you take it back, Delorean
+Then hold your breath and stretch it out, accordion
+Spread my legs, lick my clit
+So good, make you bite your lips
+He on that Mike Tyson shit
+This bitch not to be fucked with
+And you better not cum quick (why?)
+'Cause me and my girls love to suck dick
+Brand new mattress, break the frame
+Pussy so good make you say my name
+
+[Hook]
+She work the pole
+(She a working girl, she work the pole)
+She work the pole
+(She a working girl, she work the pole)
+She work the pole
+(She a working girl, she work the pole)
+She work the pole
+(She break it down, she take it low)
+
+[Chorus]
+Oooh, he can lick the clit
+When I sit on it I'm riding it
+Oooh, I'm riding it
+Oooh, he wanna take me down
+He wanna take me down, he wanna take me down
+He wanna take me down
+He can take me down, he can take me down
+He can take me down
+He wanna take me down, he wanna take me down
+He wanna take me down
+He can take me down, he can take me down
+He can take me down
+He eating it when I'm riding it, oooh
+
+[Outro]
+Let's get nasty, let's get nasty
+**************************************************
+MIGO[Intro]
+This is vibe
+Yeah!
+
+[Hook: TLz]
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+'Cause I can't stand the rain
+I can't stand the rain
+
+[Verse 1: TLz]
+If I hit my migo he gon' send me kilos
+I'm gon' quarterback it, call me Timmy Tebow
+I smoke organic, bitch, I roll [?]
+We got all bricks like Shaq got the free throw
+[?]
+
+[Hook: TLz]
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+'Cause I can't stand the rain
+I can't stand the rain
+
+[Verse 2: Young Bondz]
+[?]
+
+[Hook: TLz]
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+'Cause I can't stand the rain
+I can't stand the rain
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
+I could build a mansion, I got hella bricks
+I am not to be fucked with, I'm celibate
+Put yo' eyes on yo' lips, bitch, watch yo' mouth
+I cook it up in the South like waffle house
+I'm the connect, I thought I told ya
+I got a street full of soldiers
+Go ahead man, they ready for whatever
+Pussy like monsoon, can you stand the weather?
+Aye, hit my migo, tell him send another one
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+Whippin' and flippin' that work
+I twerk to these squares
+You know I swallow it all
+He lickin' my ass just like he a dog
+No wholesale you resell, my shit cost, no retail
+I get it through mail, pack it, ship it, I sell
+School bus, Chanel suits, trench coats and rain boots
+Made by Balmain, I can't stand the rain
+
+[Hook: TLz]
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+Hit my migo, tell him send another one
+'Cause I can't stand the rain
+I can't stand the rain
+**************************************************
+Pussy Callin’[Intro: Lil' Kim, Lil' Boosie & Big Mike]
+I'm your pusher girl, I'm your pusher girl
+You ever had a piece of pussy, mayne
+That be on yo' mind like money?
+Lil' Boosie, Lil' Kim
+Lil' Boosie!
+Hold your head you know what it is!
+Shout to the whole crew!
+Name of the shit right here is called "Pussy Talk!"
+Ayo ladies, you know Kim got'cha!
+Let's go Big Mike!
+(Pussy, pussy, pussy, that pussy keep callin' me)
+I'm your pusher girl, I've got it
+Bubonic, a-tomic
+(Get me in trouble, that pussy keep callin' me)
+Yeah, I've got that bomb shit
+(Get me in trouble)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
+You ever had a piece of pussy so good and tight
+That you hear that pussy talkin' at night?
+C'mere, lingerie drive you crazy when she put it on
+Safe sex but sometimes I hate to put it on
+Make me moan, grab my back and pull me deeper in
+She catch 3, I catch 2, now I'm sleepin' in
+Miss Virginia take her time when she hit that head
+She pull her long hair back and sit between my legs
+It blow your mind when you got a dime
+Who rub your nuts when you fuck her from behind
+I ain't lyin' somethin' special 'bout her
+Got me sneakin' out the house like a fuckin' mouse
+And that pussy's so wet for me, she my ecstasy
+Crazy, pussy damn near better than your old lady
+I probably need to stop answerin' the phone
+Fuckin' her I'll fuck around and have my family gone
+She get me right when we fuck, yeah
+She put ice on my nuts, yeah
+Got me textin' and shit, I ain't never text befo'
+Got me eatin' that pussy I ain't never ate befo'
+
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+That pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+Get me in trouble
+That pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+I know I can't lover her, but
+That pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+The pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+Get me in trouble
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+My pussy on his mind like a fitted cap
+He stay on my line like a phone tap
+He strung off the cat, he love to stroke it
+My strawberry haze, he wanna smoke it
+And she turn into a tiger if you provoke it
+Watered down pussy, super soak it
+I leave him solid as a rock, turn his dick to stone
+You know that kind of pussy that break up happy homes
+Like a cockatoo, I ate up all his bread
+Addicted to my top, he call it crack head
+I love his doggystyle, I call him Snoopy
+His friends say he fiend out, they call him Pookie
+
+[Hook: Lil Boosie]
+That pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+Get me in trouble
+That pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+I know I can't lover her, but
+That pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+The pussy keep callin' me
+(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
+Get me in trouble
+**************************************************
+CrazyLyrics haven't been released ye
+**************************************************
+Intro[x3]
+Lots of Lil' Kim see you comin'
+She wanted to do her thing..
+She writes..
+
+[Notorious B.I.G.]
+She was like ''Yo i was rolling with a bunch of little dudes,you know'' around the way or the corners or whatever and i was like ''Yo wanna suck it on and get my foot right where [?] Imma leave the door open put y'all on and it's all about your rap bums you know what i'm saying,you handle it how you wanna handle it.''
+If i can't make the write rhymes i can't make 'em want it, you know what am saying, if it's given to you on a silver platter, you can't always expecting to be given to you, i took the hard way members, i took Lil' Kim she wanted to do her thing, she writes,she was like ''Yo i need to get my joint out, you feelin' me?''
+
+[x3]
+Lots of Lil' Kim see you comin'
+She wanted to do her thing..
+She writes..
+
+[x4]
+''This album is dedicated to all my peoples in the struggles you know what am sayin'?''
+
+*Gunshot*
+**************************************************
+Buy U Music[Intro: Keri Hilson]
+One for the paper, two for the money
+Girls get money...
+
+[Verse 1: Keri Hilson]
+I don't know what's going on, baby?
+What the hell is going wrong, baby?
+Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping
+Now you're asking me for my paper
+It's my money, boy my money
+I bet you'll never ever get another dime from me
+No you can't use the phone, baby
+I think you need to get your own
+Was looking for a man to hold me down
+So how did I end up with you? (yeah, with you)
+And as hard as I try
+Sometimes is getting hard, paying all these bills
+The note on my car, so I don't need no broke broke boy, trying to holler
+So baby shut it up till you show me the dollars
+
+[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
+One for the paper, two for the money
+Brand new bag, new shoes, yeah, I want it
+All my girls fly, girls getting money
+All my girls fly, girls getting money
+One for the paper, two for the money
+Nails did, hair did yep, yep I want it
+One for the paper, two for the money
+All my girls fly, girls getting money
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Nope I ain't checking for you broke ass niggas (Uhn-uhn)
+Kim only checking for the dope boy niggas (Bet!)
+No, no, no, I'm not a gold, gold digger
+I'm just trying to say I got my own dough, nigga
+6'2" spans, you know the grown folks nigga
+Niggas like Scott, they got they own boat nigga
+No middle man, have your own coke nigga
+Title to the dopes no car, no nigga
+Can't pay my rent with your compliments
+And I don't need a man with no accomplishments
+No whip, no job, no credit
+Me and you is like Alzheimers, forget it!
+If you was my sugar, I'd be diabetic
+Your game like a old book, I already read it
+It's money on my mind boy and you just headache
+I need a man with the full package like fed ex
+Kim lil' bitches, Mafia, La Bella
+Money old like champagne in the cellar
+Boy you need to split like a cigerella
+You ain't treating me like an ATM teller
+So fuck your little cheese, I got my own chedder
+So when they make it rain I open up my umbrella
+Dior glass slippers, call me Cinderella
+Your bank account like these new artists, undeveloped
+
+[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
+One for the paper, two for the money
+Brand new bag, new shoes, yeah, I want it
+All my girls fly, girls getting money
+All my girls fly, girls getting money
+One for the paper, two for the money
+Nails did, hair did yep, yep I want it
+One for the paper, two for the money
+All my girls fly, girls getting money
+**************************************************
+Winners and LosersLet'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 can't 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
+**************************************************
+Trap Queen (Freestyle)[Intro]
+RGF Production
+Ayy (yeah)
+It's your trap queen (yeah)
+I'm from that 718
+
+[Verse]
+Cooking in my bra and panties at the stove
+La Perla lingerie under my Versace robe
+Show me how to remix, take the nine out the hole
+Platinum in these streets but these Cubans all gold
+He deserve a black belt how he be chopping them O's
+Baking soda, we got baking soda
+Call us Pablo and Griselda 'cause we taking over
+Doing tricks on that dick like it's a stripper pole
+Treat the pussy like it's money, he ain't never letting go
+I'm cheffing pies with my baby
+He from Brooklyn too, I'm in the Stuy with my baby (yeah)
+Matching Loubs, getting fly with my baby
+His and her Hermès
+Driving matching Mercedes, yeah
+We in that trap like Minnie and Mickey is
+Always O.T. like be with Genasis
+My Chanel crown on while I'm serving the lean
+He gon' ride for his baby 'cause I'm his trap queen (his trap queen)
+**************************************************
+Intro (Black Friday Mixtape)[Skit: Big Mike]
+Shit is all different now man
+Back then, they used to pay homage
+For paving the way, for making it easier
+To do what they do now
+But they do now?
+They run their mouth
+But you know what?
+Actions speak louder than words
+(She's your queen to be
+A vision of perfection
+An object of affection
+To quench your royal fire
+Completely free from infection
+To be used at your discretion
+Where they owe me for your direction
+Your queen to be
+Queen to be, queen to be forever
+To quench your royal fire
+She's your queen to be, queen to be forever
+To quench your royal fire
+She's your queen to be, queen to be forever
+To quench your royal fire
+She's your queen to be, queen to be forever
+To quench your royal fire)
+
+[Outro: Big Mike]
+Young Big Mike the ruler, Queen Bee Lil' Kim
+Black motherfucking Friday
+The talking is over ladies and gentleman
+Fendi, roll them drums
+**************************************************
+W.P.I.M.P.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
+**************************************************
+Hustle Hard[Intro: Lil' Kim, (Big Mike)]
+(Oh shit) Another day another dollar my homie
+(It's that Hustle Hard right here man)
+It already snow, you know how it go (it's cold outside)
+Same old shit, just a different day
+I feel the Aftermath, Em' and Dre
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+Same old shit, just different toilet
+It is what it is, sometimes I can't call it
+I need another house, another coupe
+I'm tryna buy a' island, so guess what I'ma do
+Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
+Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
+Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
+Closed mouth, don't get fed on this boulevard
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Million dollar deposit
+Half a mil' in my closet
+Phantom milky white chocolate
+If the roof is on then I chop it
+S1 on my finger
+On the steering wheel of that Beemer
+I just bought the new M6, while they customised my GINA
+Kimmy pull up at your party, Maybachs and Ferraris
+Ducatis and Harleys, pink seats in Bugattis
+Don't nothin' move 'til I say so
+We all about them pesos
+I.R.S. nigga we the mob
+We hustle hard, cocaine dough
+That Mercedes topless, ain't that bitch exotic
+My men just bought me that white rose and I ain't talkin' flowers
+I supplied, you worse
+What you worried 'bout what I'm earning?
+Money I keep burning
+As the world keep turning
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+Same old shit, just different toilet
+It is what it is, sometimes I can't call it
+I need another house, another coupe
+I'm tryna buy a' island, so guess what I'ma do
+Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
+Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
+Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
+Closed mouth, don't get fed on this boulevard
+**************************************************
+Lights Camera Action[Intro]
+The lights, the lights
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm 'bout to turn up the volume on all y'all
+Extra high, I want y'all to hear this
+Turn up the volume on all y'all
+Want you to hear everything
+Want you to hear everything
+Want you to hear everything
+If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
+We make love honey, all of the lights
+If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
+We make love honey, all of the lights
+
+[Verse: Lil' Kim]
+I'm in the bed, legs spread
+I'm doggystyle, layin on my head
+Turn all the lights up, I want you to see
+All inside, you gon' remember me
+Stick your fingers in, light my cheeba hand
+Now the lights is out, like you in the party and
+Imagine afterparty, come celebrate with me
+We can have an orgy on these ballers and would believe
+Fat skinny short long you just gotta turn me on
+Keep it crackin 'til the dawn, broke is how I send 'em home
+Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights
+Strobe lights, street lights...
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm 'bout to turn up the volume on all y'all
+Extra high, I want y'all to hear this
+Turn up the volume on all y'all
+Want you to hear everything
+Want you to hear everything
+Want you to hear everything
+If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
+We make love honey, all of the lights
+If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
+We make love honey, all of the lights
+**************************************************
+M.O.E.[Chorus]
+You need work?
+I needa see the money first
+You wanna verse?
+I needa see the money first
+Yeah, I needa see the money first
+You wanna verse?
+I need see the money first
+
+[Verse 1]
+It even cost to have beef now a days
+I'm paying for the bullets then I'm paying for your grave
+I'm paying off the judge, then I'm laying in the shade
+Just shipped a hundred keys and I'm praying that it ain't it
+
+[Chorus]
+You need work?
+I needa see the money first
+You wanna verse?
+I needa see the money first
+Yeah, I needa see the money first
+You wanna verse?
+I needa see the money first
+
+[Verse 2]
+I done had to rent a hunred hearses
+245, stuffed in my purse, bitch
+Your bank account, I got that money in my purse, bitch
+Plus you know I stay fly, no bird shit
+Tryna hang, I needa see the money first
+You looking thirsty, I needa see the money first
+My niggas bang, don't even see the money first
+Uh-huh, fuck you, Pay me
+I'm in that Phantom getting ghost like Swayze
+Presidential rollie, I'm the first lady
+But I ain't Michelle, they call me Kimmy Belle
+La mafia have that, ch-ch-chopper chopping you
+And I  got that fish scale, they call it tilapia
+Call me Mrs. Frank White, the queen is on top of you
+Meet me at the plazza hotel, I got a job for you
+
+[Chorus]
+You need work?
+I needa see the money first
+You wanna verse?
+I needa see the money first
+You looking thirsty
+I needa see the money first
+Eat so much
+Swear it make my stomach hurt
+
+[Verse 3]
+Same old me, somethings don't never change
+M.O.E, money over everything
+Past customs, just stepping overseas
+2 keys, baby, I dont mean double D's
+Suga Mama, huh, Ms. Kimmy Blanca, huh
+One, zero, zero, zero, bitch then a comma
+Zero, zero, zero, bitch then a comma
+Zero, zero, zero, uh-huh, then a comma
+**************************************************
+Fat PumPum[lyrics will be available upon release of the song]
+**************************************************
+Wrath Of Kim’s Madness[Intro: Mister Cee]
+Now this shit right here
+Goes out all my cats from New Jerus
+That's New Jersey to you and me
+C'yeah, drop that shit
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+I'm all about my paper, ain't messin' with the majors
+Told my nigga "Uh, and get the one's we can do this"
+No more J.M., it's La Bella to the death
+It's the clique, so get with the movement
+Now I'm collecting cheques, settle for nothing less
+Same broad, the awards, exposing the breast
+Y'all been frontin' and lyin', snitchin' and tryin'
+But now I'm free
+You wanted honey, to try and catch the Bee
+Actually, I'm internationally known
+No HIV but my status is full blown
+A few rocks and stones, but I'm keepin' it grown
+Got my own Gucci store, beside of my home
+And if you, don't understand my actions
+Just know there's a method to my madness
+
+[Queen Latifah Interlude]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Some MCs are old and arrogant
+Try to make a name by dissing and competing
+Niggas just like to spend cash
+Cum fast, cos my pussy's so sweet
+A diabetic wanna eat it first
+Some people hate, and choose to talk trash
+I brush it off and let it pass, like Steve Nash
+Quick, fast, I get up in that ass
+Kim's fast, and put hole on four blasts
+This bitch, what you make I take half
+I dare you to put your hands in my stash
+Dudes dates girls who try to be like me
+My pimp game so good make you leave wifey
+New York's finest, call me Your Highness
+And know there's a method to my madness
+
+[Queen Latifah Outro]
+**************************************************
+Kimmy Girl[Intro: Lil' Kim]
+Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ,ah
+Yeah, do the Kimmy Girl rock
+Do the Kimmy Girl rock, yeah
+What's my name?
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim']
+My name is Kimmy, flyer than a frisbee
+Boys in Miami wanna see me in my Vickies
+Might do a little dating, like my girl Chili
+But I'm already taken, married to Mister Benji
+Weter than the river, sweeter than a swisher
+My Jimmy Choo's cuter than the girls that's with you
+Everybody staring, might as well take a picture
+Mail it to the haters, now sing it with me ladies
+
+[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
+All eyes on me when I walk in
+No question that this girls a ten
+Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
+My walk, my talk, the way I drip
+It's not my fault so please don't trip
+Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+It's only one QB, best eye beauty
+If looks was a killer, I probably be a oozie
+They be hating on me cause they man try to pursue me
+I'm something exotic, she's hardly a cutie
+I'm flyer than a G6, sweet like peaches
+Bottom like an apple, I know you wanna eat it
+He got a huge appetite and I'm the one to feed it
+Michael Jackson bad, tell that other bitch to beat it!
+
+[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
+All eyes on me when I walk in
+No question that this girls a ten
+Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
+My walk, my talk, the way I drip
+It's not my fault so please don't trip
+Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
+
+[Outro: Lil' Kim]
+CT, DC, do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah
+ATL and Miami, New York to L.A
+All my girls let me hear you say, yeah, aha
+Do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah
+All over the world, all over the world
+If I forgot ya please don't be mad at me
+**************************************************
+What’s the Word (Remix)[Intro: Joe Budden]
+Jump off! The Remix
+Lil' Kim, Joe Budden
+Beehive, you see I....
+
+[Verse One: Joe Budden]
+I'm on the grind, hit Harlem shake me
+(?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers
+Low finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers
+Listen, anybody trynna rob me for jewels
+You must've seen that third story shit, you got me confused
+Go 'head, dukes keep laughin' dudes keep baffin'
+The only time I box in it, is in a new G-Wagon
+I ask niggas to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie back
+Got against you and your faggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up the
+Disco
+It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single
+It's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoney
+You know your boy gettin' done by the One and Only
+
+[Hook: Joe Budden] (Lil' Kim)
+(What's The Word?) He's up to new good y'all
+(What's The Word?) We keep it so good y'all
+(What's The Word?) Still movin' the herd
+(?) Still doin' the third
+
+[Verse Two: Lil' Shanice]
+You know me, Chanel popper boots, sweater to match
+A house by the lake with this cheddar from raps
+You see I need respect from the veteran cats
+They gotta understand I just won't settle for scraps
+And I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3
+And a failure is not what I'm trying to be
+Uh! I got goals and I'm trying to suceed
+Understand I got people relying on me
+That's why I'm trynna be in it 'til it's over
+A notorious solider, when I'm older
+Shan is ?buying the sun? that's what I'm gonna do
+I got see y'all sweatin' every time I come through!
+
+[Hook: Lil' Shanice] (Lil' Kim)
+(What's The Word?) Shanice is what's poppin'
+(What's The Word?) I'm headin' to the top and
+(What's The Word?) When I get there I'm stayin'
+I do alot of jokin' but I'm not playin'
+
+[Verse Three: Da Advokids]
+Far from a role model, I pop and throw bottles
+Throw hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodels
+Love hoes that blow and swollow, knew my motto
+Live life like there's no tomorrow, my time is borrowed
+First time is borrowed, first shine is borrowed
+God knows, I got coke from Carlos
+Caught all them charges, they hyped up provido's
+The priest in courses in it, the plain close offices
+No stoppin' my Nacho's Minchaco
+And with the Roscoe, he pops slow
+No peace offer between beast in bosses
+Stay day dreamin' about palm trees and Porsches
+Blow bomb trees till I'm nauces
+Rubble air suits and air forces
+My hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchure
+Fame and the fortune, better think again (?)
+
+[Verse Four: Da Advokids]
+Now I can see why y'all on me
+You need nigga pop swift you can call on me
+Fuck, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the face
+This for homicide when they takin' the case
+Paper case, hustlin' from night till dawn
+It's Fourth of July everytime the mic is on
+I'm burnin' it up, kid gotta buzz on the street
+You playing yourself, swift suckin' your feet
+You the reason pigs is doin' twenty sweeps a week
+Any beef wit' Beehive and I'm twistin' the fifth
+Never pimp, know everyrule of break a bitch
+Shells die, look like I'm was jumping outta a cliff (Queen Bee!)
+Shorty told ya about +Money+ +Power+ +Respect+
+And the guns that I can show, correct your step
+Bunkin' S to the A, just remember the name
+Matter fact, FUCK THAT, nigga take in your chain
+
+[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
+Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not
+Whatever nigga I take yo' spot and yo' spot
+Move work from yo' block to yo' block
+The neighbour better keep their fuckin' do'r locked
+
+[Verse Five: Da Advokids]
+See we be on a track together it's flaming hot
+Got trucks custom made, to range a drop
+We need ta mantain cops and pay the bet
+We run the streets FUCK what the mayor says!
+Lotta niggas hate us like Star and Bun
+Cuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucks
+And the arms is tucked, you better back it up
+Hold your nose, and your face and that be done
+This is our year, our game, I shine
+We shine, what's our name Advokids
+Go against the fam' and I gotta split your wig
+Treat you like a resta rhyme and spare your ribs
+
+[Verse Six: Da Advokids]
+See I break niggas heads like canaelopes
+Put holes in your body like vans and cokes
+Ya niggas broke, y'all hardly paid
+And I make ya arms hot like my holiday
+Niggas mad cuz I take their bitch, then break the bitch
+Make 'em "Roll Out" like I'm Ludacris
+Chill dawgs, you don't want the parts of me
+I break their bones you not a thug in harmony
+You now see Lil' Kim, you ass ain't safer
+Put the gun to yo' grill and relax your face
+This haters wanna smoke me nigga
+Cuz when they see the (?) face it's stiff like Tropheys nigga
+I spit bars that's hotter than hell
+And the kids trynna kick more chips than Taco Bell
+Beat niggas like guards in jail
+So when ya mom see ya on a box it'll be hard to tell
+And I sum niggas like ?guargimail?
+Since you gotta dirty mouth I'mma make you guard the shells, uh!
+
+[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
+I'm the shit, I'm the bread winner!
+Who's the bitch? I'm the big spinner
+I'm give 'em a taste they still want more
+Words on the street is I'm who they waitin' for
+
+[Hook: Lil' Kim]
+(What's The Word?) She at it again
+(What's The Word?) She in it to win
+(What's The Word?) She's back and she's stayin'
+(What's The Word?) The bitch ain't playin'!
+**************************************************
+Suicide[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
+Playin' games with my money
+That's playin' Russian Roulette
+You rather take your own life
+Before you go and do that
+We throwin' bands in the club
+It's comin' down like confetti
+Ten steps ahead of you bitches
+I got on next year's Giuseppe
+He in that trap like Mickey Mouse
+Got my cat all in his mouth
+Stash his crack all in my couch
+Got his racks all in my house
+Playin' my pussy in a Rolls
+While I'm sippin' on Rose
+Cause he fuck with me
+She feel some type away
+Shout out nigga Rich Homie
+All my niggas rich homie
+Benjies all in my Birkin, bitch
+It's diamonds all on my arm tho'
+Shout out all my birk
+You broke hoes keep call tho'
+
+[Bridge: French Montana]
+Suicide (x2)
+
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+Sometimes I look at my son
+Then I picture my father
+When he looked at his son
+He understood his story
+I can stand on the strip
+Flip ten million zips
+Or I can parlay with puff
+And make a 10 million flip
+I been a boss and you know it
+Make a mill and I blow it
+I had a dream I would sell
+And in July it was snowin'
+Went and caught me a bird
+Momma, pray for my blessings
+Niggas fuck with my nerves
+Talking fast with them questions
+First spray was the ball
+Worse fear was the verdict
+Fill that mill and desert it
+But the block was deserted
+Talkin' 500 murders
+About 100 I knew
+I'm talkin' 500 cases
+About 400 that blew
+You lost it all in a day
+But you been grindin' the longest
+I mean you bought off the bar
+But got no money for lawyer
+That suicide
+**************************************************
+FreestyleUh-Ready to battle you
+Lyrically f*ck you up
+And rattle you
+Bitch'll write sh*t for ya
+And still spit sh*t harder than the average dude
+What i'm saying is coming genuine is a must
+But you're a opposed to that idea
+So in a bit i'll have to sweep yo ass off like dust
+It kind of puts me up in f*ckin rage
+To see a bitch Nickel-less like Cage
+But when you try to take my stage
+You get turned like a page
+Your fake sh*t dont amuse us
+F*ck puttin five on it like The Luniz
+Funk this bitch so hard have it smelling like tuna
+I put three Gs on this bet
+That my sh*t drop hard like the Valujet
+Some of my hard flows will keep your niggas dick erect
+The others i'm ghost writting for ya to keep your sh*t comming correct
+I'm Scary like the f*ckin' Spice
+Leave you steamed like a bowl of rice
+Yeah my sh*t was nasty back in 96'
+Talked about my pussy and every n*ggas' dick
+But it's 99 and yall bout to see what a real bitch is about
+F*ck niggas they ain't sh*t, now i'm about having clout
+This is all straight from knowledge now peace mutha f*cka i'm out
+**************************************************
+6 Foot Tall[Intro]
+Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
+Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
+International Rock Star!
+Yeah, it's Blanco!
+IRS!
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+Ok, ok, I got the ball
+I'm comin' down the court like Jordan with his tongue out
+Petite and all, I'm steppin' on y'all like I'm 20 foot tall
+Cinammon skin, like a porcelain doll
+Juice box liable to start a 20 man brawl
+Shame on y'all, thinkin' I'mma fall, I'mma never fall
+Like the dope fiend lean, IRS the team
+Live in New Jeruz, rep 7-18
+Buckingham Palace like Elizabeth the queen, related
+Hello, hello, It's Mrs. steal your man
+Give 'em right back to you, then steal 'em again
+You can get another one, Bet I'll steal him
+You already know, Audemars stealin' lookin' like the Aspen slopes
+You already snow, rocks, avalanche
+You already know, I get stupid like ski racks on the Maybach
+James Brown, big payback, ow!
+Where my cape at?
+Ow! Where my cape at?
+(I.R.S)
+**************************************************
+Kim Gets DeeperI don't really wanna feel
+Like back in the days way before the record deal
+Hustlin, tryin to get a meal steady tryin to flip a brick
+Ya girl had the blues you would thought I was fuckin crip
+I sip that crystal shit and smoke a L and at the same time
+Tryin to strategize how to get this paper
+More money, more haters
+Especially when you ain't the average bitch
+Cause I'm a boss (yo that's deep)
+Cause I be on some "get it how you get it"
+You know, "money over niggas"-type thing
+I got these rap dames turnin green like they want it with the queen Ms G.O.A.T, never stressin, tell these bitches better fight for second
+Even though it gets lonely at the top
+Anything is better than being back on the block
+Cause don't nobody know it's Kimberly Jones then the Queen B
+Know what I mean?
+
+Every now and then I start trippin and get to thinkin bout BK thugs in the pj's or my peoples (yeah I know what you mean)
+That's living illegal
+Don't let niggas mislead you, the streets is evil
+Ain't nobody in the game stuntin like we do
+I'ma make it to a bill, trust this
+Just give me some time like the judge did
+If you hatin, y'all can get the middle finger, fuck it is Nathan
+Kiss em, thats my pussy you tastin
+Amazing, Queen B in the place
+My thoughts paint pictures y'all just copy and trace
+Don't fuck with the fake or talk about em (uhn huh)
+Fuck the law always kept it hardcore like my first album
+(so why don't you just soften up) never that
+The first code on the street is to never wrap
+I don't trust no body (yo you can trust me) - why?
+(I'm just like you)
+Okay, thats deep....
+**************************************************
+Countin’ MoneyWhat we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+What we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+What we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+What we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+What we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+What we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+What we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+What we do with it?
+Countin money, money, more money
+
+Pardon my fragrance, i smell just like the dealership
+Yea, we in the same whip but ya' car rented bitch
+Yea, we on the same club but we on some different shit
+We in VIP poppin’ bottles just to spill the shit
+Huh, poppin’ bottle just to spill the shit
+Hold up! I think I gotta extra clip *cocks gun*
+You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
+You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
+You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
+Matter fact, I’m the realest bitch up in the streets
+Ask your man, i’m the realest bitch up in the sheets
+I don’t keep it a hundred, I keep it a g
+You know I switch my man like every week
+He acting up (ghetto ghetto ghetto)
+
+Or into the next one, or into the fresh one
+VVS stones, yeah you know I got that S1
+Bitches throwing shots, they gon fuck around and catch one
+It’s the queen bitch here, i’m a flyer than a Jetson
+That mean i’m futuristic
+Call the coupe Mike Bivins, it’s that new edition
+When a boss bitch talking you should sit and listen
+Take notes, pay attention
+It’s what separates the fakest from the realest, bitch
+
+What we do with it?
+Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
+What we do with it?
+Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
+What we do with it?
+Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
+What we do with it?
+Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
+**************************************************
+Get TouchedIt's queen bee, sex in the citay
+Representin' up top
+Brought da block wit meh
+Custom Versace dress
+Showin one tittay
+In Brook-lawn, New York
+Grinding and grittay
+BenZ's to bentl-
+Oh, no
+Lick the TV slow
+I show em' thangs they neva seen before
+Cause the way I move is so flexible
+I'll try anything
+I'm a try-sexual
+Dem blindfolds and handcuffs
+I get rough
+With my thighs wrapped around his head
+Like earmuffs
+Doin freaky weird stuff
+Talk tough
+Face down
+Steppin to the queen with the diamond lace crown
+Jewel of the nile
+I'm romancin' the stone
+I said, look bitch
+I got cha man on the phone
+But you could swing through if you want a peep show
+Just bring a hundred grand and some weed to keep roll
+
+Ref
+Speak the wrong words bitch
+And you will get touched
+This time around it ain't like before
+Speak the wrong words bitch
+And you will get touched
+This time around I'm gon crack ya jaw
+Speak the wrong words bitch
+And you will get touched
+Spit the shank out my mouth
+
+And bust you down
+Speak the wrong words bitch
+And you will get touched
+Biggie left me the court
+Now I'm holdin it down
+
+I'm a superfreak
+I'm superfreaky, yo
+And no I won't lick
+So give it to me now
+Miss Prada, and Chanel, Gucci as hell
+Vous les vous coucher
+Wit dis mademoiselle
+I sell sex high price
+The rap Heidi Fleiss
+Iceberg jeans
+Dat ass looks mighty nice
+This is the fabulous life of Kim Jones
+I got chinchilla covers on my flip phones
+To match with dem furs
+Baby got back
+Wit dem curves
+Her female MAC wit makeup
+On my verbs
+Flow, mascara, and blush
+Take that monkey shit off
+You embarrassin' us!
+Comparison
+What?!? Ain't nobody close to me
+I'm up top right where I'm supposed to be
+And now haters all kiss my bikini wax
+And if you seen The Catch
+You know da Queen is back
+
+Ref
+**************************************************
+The Naked Truth Intro[Doors open]
+
+[Paparazzi & reporters]
+
+Hey Kim over here!
+Kim!
+Kim over here!
+We love you!
+We want the truth!
+Queen Bee!
+Kim! Kim!
+They snitches Bee!
+Love you Kim!
+Kim give us the truth!
+Queen Bee! Queen Bee!
+
+[Photo snap sound]
+**************************************************
+Faded[Chorus: Red Cafe]
+I got a feeling
+A real good feeling
+I'mma be faded
+The bar is open
+We just bought it
+I'mma be faded
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+
+[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
+Damn I look good, Somebody take a photo
+I run my his-house, You can ask Jojo
+Yank fitted on, My money on Jeter
+My girls all dimes, Lou Vuitton Divas
+I'm fly like an overnight letter
+Shorty sleep with me
+Make your overnights wetter
+Better I'm faded (I'm faded)
+And tonight I'm gonna get wasted
+See to everybody listening, if it's on I'm a get at 'em
+I can say whatever I'm a tax paying citizen
+Middle finger up, I ain't got a conscience
+I just go hard like the trio from Yonkers
+Head honcho, Kush in the console
+Bad boy, now they shook like Cosmo's
+I'm all that, everyday all black
+Got Ciroc on deck so I'm faded off that
+
+[Chorus: Red Cafe]
+I got a feeling
+A real good feeling
+I'mma be faded
+The bar is open
+We just bought it
+I'mma be faded
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
+Yo, Bottles on me till the whole club faded
+I'm in the VIP and I'm white girl wasted
+I'm a rock star party like Van Halen
+Phantom comes with a chauffer so I don't valet it
+Nah we celebrate pour the ros let it flow
+To a New Year new money and some extra 0's
+Let's toast to new cars fly condos
+IRS we the Celtics and I'm Rondo
+Bottles in the air like luggage and jet cargos
+We keep the champagne coming till the bar close
+These S1 keep the don on chill, I just blew 50 like the shady deal
+We faded, me and my peoples we wasted (yeah) the bar is open
+More bottles in the V's, kicking up more cheese
+Got a feeling it's going to be a good night like the Black Eye Peas
+
+[Chorus: Red Cafe]
+I got a feeling
+A real good feeling
+I'mma be faded
+The bar is open
+We just bought it
+I'mma be faded
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+
+[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
+Two homes on the block
+Each one mill and this ring on my finger is an E one deal
+Canary yellow stone, can't be faded
+Fatigue belt, 45 made for the navy
+Young niggas ready to grapple down ya buildin'
+I'm living chilling, arms wrapped around a Brazilian
+In the presence of a Don, be cautious but calm
+Can't be faded, two pills a charm
+She licks on my chest, reading tatts on my arm
+Hit her from the back, same time my mind blown
+Speechless so she scream in silence
+A real bad boy and all my speeches violent
+
+[Chorus: Red Cafe]
+I got a feeling
+A real good feeling
+I'mma be faded
+The bar is open
+We just bought it
+I'mma be faded
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
+P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
+**************************************************
+Street Dreams[Intro: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Got it going on, what, what?
+Uh, what, what?
+They got it going on, what, what?
+Yeah, uh, what, what? (Uh)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I'm momma, Miss Ivana
+Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
+You're 9-0, my guns is Valentino
+MAC wavin', "Queen Bitch" engraved in (What?)
+And my peeps, it increased then ceased
+Then sink slow, flows incredible, video
+Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches (What?)
+Off springs to clenches (Woo)
+Me, I suspensions
+Quick to bring your body agony like pinches
+Yes, yes, what? (What?)
+The T.V.'s in the Range, half a milli' in the game
+Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back
+Matter fact, stay where you at, you might fuck my frow up
+Fuck my flow up (Woo), hustle 'til I throw up
+No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes
+Back to Pontiacs and '86 Acs, Cadillacs
+The '68's quick to tag plates, i'm straight
+Stay great, the diamonds and pearls
+Forever always, the million dollar girl (Uh)
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Street dreams are made of these
+850 IS and GS3s
+You travel the world tryna sling a ki
+Everybody's looking for something
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I got no time for fake niggas (Uh, what? That's right)
+You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga
+See, my name's on your lease with your bank figures
+'Cause I'm much more advanced than them average gold diggers
+Yeah, it figures; you're talking 'bout me, so what about you? (Uh)
+Man, bitches be lying too
+I push the ki's, GS3s, the papes (Woo)
+Yeah, I ride crate state to state, lieutenant takes mad dimes
+From New York to Anaheim (Uh, uh-huh)
+While you daydream and whine
+I just keep gettin' mine (Gettin' mine)
+And I'm, married to this (Woo)
+Y'all strategy lists and still planning weddings (Uh)
+Mafioso threatens all the bullshit
+Any type of threat, ends to pull shit (What?)
+That's why I got mad love for my real bitches
+Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas (Uh-huh)
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Street dreams are made of these
+850 IS and GS3s
+You travel the world tryna sling a ki
+Everybody's looking for something, uh
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra
+All up in that ass, digging in your stash
+Niggas think they gon' get some ass
+No money money, no licky-licky (Uh)
+Fuck your dicky-dicky and your quickie
+Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didn't shoot
+Your game ain't sweet, John Paul Pete shouldn't compare
+If you can't wed it (What?), forget it, don't sweat it (What?)
+I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it
+You can't stop a bitch from ballin' (Ballin')
+Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin'
+Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Street dreams are made of these
+850 IS and GS3s
+You travel the world tryna sling a ki
+Everybody's looking for something, uh
+**************************************************
+Intro (A-Minor Part 2)[Man 1] While you was in jail over a magazine or a picture.How was it in there?
+
+[Man 2] Listen, I was there, it was up north, I witnessed it myself. Niggas was getting stabbed
+The whole 9 yards, over a picture of Lil' Kim squat down showing her fat... her booty tactics... its ridiculous. Niggas getting stabbed up and... nothing was going down after that
+It was just the fact that they had the illest picture in the world
+[Man 1] Over a magazine?
+[Man 2] Over a straight tacked, A magazine picture of Lil' Kim squat
+[Man 1] For a Lil' Kim picture people got murdered over that picture
+[Man 2] Over that picture
+[Man 1] Wow
+[Man 2] People lost their live and that’s incredible
+[Man 1] Over that picture alone
+[Man 2] Cuz she had on a leopard bikini and she squat down and her
+[Man 1] Shit was wide open
+[Man 2] It was so packed
+[Man 1] [laughing...]
+[Man 2] The bikini and it was so fucking weird, um... people speculated that.. that she stuffed something in there but she really did have the fattest... pussy... it was the fattest pussy I've ever seen
+**************************************************
+Back Together Again[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uh, it's going out to all the pimps and macs
+Y’all know the flavour, Brooklyn style
+You know how we do, uh, yeah
+All the macs and the dons in the house
+Playa playaz, playa, playa, let these hoes know
+One, two
+
+[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Is it true, all I wanna do is screw?
+Drink brew, with the crew, on the avenue? Ooh!
+I flip skins like Mary Lou
+So what ya gonna do when (Biggie) come for you, boo
+I got girls that look like Toni Braxton
+And give me the skins without askin'
+When I'm relaxin’ on my back and you know what time it is, uh
+But if it's red man, I'll leave it alone
+She can call me on my cellular phone
+And I mess around and pick you up
+Take you to the crib, stick you up
+Put on my Silk CD and lick you up and down
+'Til you say stop, hit the twat, 'til your pops call the cops
+And when I make bail outta jail, I'ma wail on that tail (Why, Big?)
+Because the sex never fails, I am
+
+[Chorus: Erick Sermon, The Notorious B.I.G., & Lil' Kim]
+So amazing (Uh)
+So amazing (Uh)
+So amazing (Playa, playa)
+And I been waiting
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
+This is for the macs and dons (Baby)
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
+This is for the macs and dons
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & Jagged Edge]
+Biggie taught me how to ride dick
+Cut ’em off, freeze ’em, them use 'em as ice picks
+Hard times, baby; got honeys out of state
+Doing 2-to-8 for first degree rape
+What I can’t get, I take
+Her name hold weight (What you say?)
+Like I said: my name hold weight (Uh), pussy is the bait (Uh)
+Around the way they call me the Pink Panther
+I'm your private dancer
+If he giving up the bread, I'm taking him home
+He can lick me like an ice cream cone
+Pop that coochie like I'm a loog boochie (Oww)
+Tap her on the booty ’til he sweat out my doody
+Niggas show up with 10 carats in the ring
+You know I got that thing that make a nigga wanna sing:
+"Girl, let's just get married, I just want to get married"
+That's why they call me the queen, 'cause I am
+
+[Chorus: Erick Sermon, The Notorious B.I.G., & Lil' Kim]
+So amazing (Uh)
+So amazing (Uh)
+So amazing
+And I been waiting
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
+This is for the macs and dons (Baby)
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
+This is for the macs and dons
+
+[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
+This is going out to the pimps and macs (Uh, uh)
+That hit skins 'til their broad catch a asthma attack
+But not even Pamatti Miss could resist
+The way Lil' Kim put this on your lips
+All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom in the boom poom
+Let's smoke a little boom and head straight to the bedroom
+And then I whisper soft in the ear
+Yeah, I love you too, my Big Poppa Bear
+You know I leave you pussy-whipped
+I whip that pussy
+Well, hit it from the back 'til it get real gushy, baby
+Good sex is what I'm startin'
+I get the skin so wet, I make the ass start fartin'
+And I pray that the dick don't slip
+'Cause then I'm hearin' this shit (That's not it)
+And then I just ride 'til the sun rise
+And when I'm done I wipe the cum on her thighs, I am
+
+
+[Chorus: Erick Sermon, The Notorious B.I.G., & Lil' Kim]
+So amazing (Uh)
+So amazing (Uh)
+So amazing  (Uh)
+And I been waiting
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
+This is for the macs and dons (Baby)
+Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
+This is for the macs and dons
+**************************************************
+Lil’ Kim Free (Hood Newz)[Chant]
+"WHOO KID"
+
+[Dick Shipman]
+I'm Dick Shipman with a hood news brief
+Lil' Kim is free
+After serv..
+
+[Girl speaks]
+After all, comput..
+
+[Wildlife reporter]
+Right now behind me, is the elephant's ball sack
+They're gargantu..
+
+[Man speaks]
+Running this country..
+
+[Spanish voice speaks]..
+
+[Dick Shipman]
+Live at the spot now is our prison correspondent Heywould Yablowme
+Heywould, take it away
+
+[Heywould Yablowme reports with crowd noise in background]
+Thanks Dick
+We're standing here in front of the federal detention centre in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
+Where Brooklyn's own, Lil' Kim is scheduled to be released from incarceration
+As you can hear behind me, her loyal fans are anxiously awaiting her release
+And, needless to say, they are hyped
+Hold, on Dick
+She's coming, right now
+(Applause whilst paparazzi shout for Kim's attention)
+**************************************************
+Queen Bitch (Demo)[Intro: Lil' Kim]
+Uh, uh-huh
+Uh, uh-huh
+Uh, oh, uh, oh, uh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
+If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you 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 grammar
+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 apostles
+Now strictly niggas 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 ya like hurricanes and typhoons
+Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons
+Sleep 'til noon, rap Pam Grier's here
+Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
+Frank kill niggas' wives 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 niggas can't eat without per diem
+I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch, on and on, on and on
+
+[Chorus: Aaliyah]
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?
+Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging
+In the Tunnel & Esso's
+Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino
+On a mission for the lucci creno
+I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it
+Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
+C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen
+Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh
+You niggas got some audacity
+You sold a million now you half of me
+Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Uhh
+Check my pitch, authentic persona
+And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds
+I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock
+With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
+Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales
+Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags
+Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team
+Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean?
+Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
+Flossing my Rolex wrist shit
+I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
+Shit I'm rich, I'ma stay that...
+
+[Chorus: Aaliyah]
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+I'm the queen, I'm the queen
+**************************************************
+Racks[Intro]
+New Lil' Kim freestyle, shout to the whole ATL
+Shout to the whole Dirty South
+Black Friday man, Big Mike, let's go!
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+It's tax season and we, comin, to collect
+
+[Verse 1]
+Got racks on racks on racks, just count about a hundred stacks
+Just came from the bank, I'm goin right back
+Headed to the mall, we gon' spend it all
+The Hermes, Louis stall, wood all in my car
+Like Blake Griffin I ball, like Chris Paul I ball
+Like Carmelo I ball, should be playing in the all star
+Cause I'm a rock star, international rock star
+No matter where we are, we gon' rep the block
+Lace all in my bra, dancin on the bar
+We shinin from afar like these rocks in my [?]
+Staying fresh to death VVS's on my neck
+It's the IRS, and we all about the checks
+
+[Chorus]
+YC, what'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+We got (Racks on racks on racks)
+S.O.D. (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+
+[Verse 2]
+New Bentley GT, my fingers the King
+I'm riding through the A, bumping that YC
+Racks on racks on racks, money stand tall like Shaq
+Still gotta work for the block, still gettin money from the trap
+It's the IRS and you know we don't play
+If you spittin candy bars then it's fucking Pay Day
+Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy!
+20 bricks apiece, set the whole clique straight
+It's more in the oven, we let them pies bake
+And this is my party so we all eatin cake
+A Rolly apple red now [?] in my drank
+Like Cheddar Boy rapped, I keep a trap boy
+
+[Chorus]
+YC, what'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+We got (Racks on racks on racks)
+S.O.D. (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
+**************************************************
+Magic Stick (Green Lantern Remix)*NO LYRICS YET
+**************************************************
+Kim Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex)Mmm, mmm-mmm
+Check it out, the Queen Bee
+That's me
+My man Flex, he's up next
+Yeah, check it out
+Hey, yo Flex
+There's a lot of mufuckers out here that wanna be like us... real bad
+But we got to show them who's on top
+Nuhmean?
+Uh, check it out, uh
+Fellow bitches, adapt to any rebel wishes
+Check it out, the Queen Bee
+Lil' Kim, Yeah
+That's right
+Lil' Kim in the house
+Check it out
+Wit my man, Flex
+Uh
+
+Sometime a gal can get couth, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
+Ain't that the truth?
+Frontin like they bulletproof
+And those with no couth
+Get thrown off the roof, like Bishop with the Juice
+Part-nah, let your noose loose
+Bitches got the audac-ity
+Tryin to say they gettin cash like me, get ass like me
+You couldn't be as classy as me
+Even if you roll a Eva curtain
+And diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purpose
+Hoe, I'ma double bitch
+I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it
+Who stack chips like computers never celibate
+Stash weed in Bermuda
+Look around, look around, the room's empty
+So, I guess that be me
+The Queen B, Double E
+I keep my foes close
+Like I used to chop my hoes close
+But this cat named Gicanno's
+Who used to call me bag lady
+Cause if you lick me from my
+Index finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numb
+See, I live this life, you wish this life
+Dream this life, of royals
+Motherfuckers got you gas motor spoiled
+So what you gonna do when you run out of oil?
+Crumble like the foil
+
+This goes out to you
+Sealed with a kiss, the Queenuesche
+Uh, yeah, check it out
+Me and my man Flex; we just doin this shit
+That's why I'm up next, you know what I'm sayin?
+We been there
+**************************************************
+Spend A Mill[Verse 1]
+You say you love me, well, boy you must prove it
+Benz Chris Brown Maybach's six dueces
+You know i love the stones, no I don't mean zodiac
+Diamonds are a girls best friend where my homie's at
+Love a rich boyfriend, nothin' can compare to him
+American Expressess' african american
+Yeah, and I don't even gotta ask for gifts
+UPS real ballers send me packages
+Cop mad models in the club oh you ballin' hard
+So he won't mind when i max out the credit card
+Just like in the bed boy your wallet gotta last now
+Copy cat Fab and tell em throw it in the bag
+
+[Chorus] [X2]
+Spend a million bucks
+You ain't did nothin' till u spend a million bucks
+You ain't seen nothin till you spend a million bucks
+You ain't ballin' nothin till you pull out the cash and splurge on my ass
+
+Spend a million bucks yeah presidents how they greet me
+Honeysuckle, thats what he taste when he eat me
+If your money counts low then ya can't talk
+I Need ya bank account bigga than my fans hearts
+
+Ya know, Ya know
+
+[Verse 1] [Repeat]
+You say you love me well boy you must prove it
+Benz Chris Brown Maybach's six dueces
+You know i love the stones no I don't mean zodiac
+Diamonds are a girls best friend where my homie's at
+Love a rich boyfriend nothin can compare to him
+American Expressess' african american
+Yeah, and I don't even gotta ask for gifts
+UPS real ballers send me packages
+Cop mad models in the club oh you ballin' hard
+So he won't mind when i max out the credit card
+Just like in the bed boy your wallet gotta last now
+Copy cat Fab and tell em throw it in the bag
+
+[Chorus] [X2]
+Spend a million bucks
+You ain't did nothin' till u spend a million bucks
+You ain't seen nothin till you spend a million bucks
+You ain't ballin' nothin till you pull out the cash and splurge on my ass
+
+Spend a million bucks yeah presidents how they greet me
+Honeysuckle, thats what he taste when he eat me
+If your money counts low then ya can't talk
+I Need ya bank account bigga than my fans hearts
+
+Yeah, and Lil Kim is like a landmark
+Spend it all thats the more you should stand for
+Yeah I know you nigga's like to front a lot
+That's why I need the ghost phantom with the diamond top
+**************************************************
+Warning (Pissin On ’Em)Shitted on ‘em*
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+Shitted on ‘em
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+All these bitches is my pets
+I keep a tight leash around their necks
+Bitches try to bite, take their ass to the vet
+Put em right to sleep like they popped a Xanex
+Yeaaah, I be shittin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Kimmie go in, I go extra hard
+I swipe ya whole life with my debit card
+Shitted on ‘em
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+Shitted on ‘em
+I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
+Spittin’ on ‘em
+Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
+The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
+Got ‘em blue in the face, Avatar
+I be shittin’ on ‘em, Diarrhea
+You bitches looking burnt, gonorrhea
+Same bitches throwin shots, but tryna be her
+I guess it’s all politics, Condolessa
+I’m the first lady, her majesty
+Rap’s royalty bitch, now you work for me
+**************************************************
+Jam It Up Some[Cordell Francis]
+Listen, Its Been A Game (That You Play)
+I Don't Care What U Say Or Think U Know
+Cause U Know We Just Don't (Hear The Sounds)
+C'mon Boys
+
+[Jay-z]
+Check It Out (Yo Jay-z Uh Huh)
+You're Too Close From A Destiny
+Listen Yo I've Been Thinking How Is This Happening
+Hmmm Well I Know Yo (Its Too Much Here) Thats Why Its A Party
+
+[Lil Kim]
+Calling Like it IS (What What?)
+Now We Jamming Some Goodies Here (Ya Huh)
+It's Fareaway Like Opening a cAR (Which Color It Looks Like)
+Red, G, R A, It Means Honda Or BMW (Wow How Much)
+It Gives me Tax Fun to Think (Hmmm...Why Its So Hard to Imagine)
+Sing It Brandy (Alright now) (ok lets do this) Check It Out (Hun)
+
+[Brandy]
+Statments Are Really Easy To Think About (Only If U Wisely)
+A Man Suddenly (Back Off Me) See What Was Doing (Ya Thats Right)
+He Saids (He's Just 18 Years Old) With A Bigger Love And Body (Looks Cute Huh)
+Hell Yeah! He Had Two Months To (Think) About Giving Out (How) I Feel Like He's Nice
+Well Bring It On (Uh Huh Yeah Hahahaha Lil Kim) Lets Bring It! (Ok Now Yo) Check This Out!
+
+(Hook)
+
+[Chrous]
+Alright Lets Jam It Up Some Tonight
+I Want The Party To Go On
+I Don't Mind Waiting (Yo Peeps)
+If You Give A Try
+**************************************************
+Respirator[Intro]
+Can you feel it?
+'Cause I can
+Oh
+Oh
+Oh
+
+[Verse 1]
+I been on my grind for a while now
+Time to attack now
+Lean in the low in the background
+Can't stop my hustle, it's for life
+Gotta get that money
+I won't let no one put me in a box
+I'm gon' fight my way to top
+Things ain't goin' right
+You need a Lil' Kim in your life
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm that light when you can't see
+That air when you can't breathe
+I'm that [?]
+I'm that voice when you can't speak
+I'm your, your respirator
+I'm that high when you feel low
+I'm that strength when you feel weak
+I'm that truth when you don't believe
+I'm that blood that your heart beats
+I'm your, your respirator
+
+[Hook]
+If you feel me, go "oh, oh-la-hee-oh, oh"
+If you hear me, go "oh, om-na-ha-lo-eh"
+
+[Verse 2]
+People sweated on Lil' Kim
+But I'm not what they think I am
+Instead of hatin' on what you see
+Come get to know me
+I'm done with playin' by the same ol' rules
+Ya girl over here makin' major moves
+Sick and tired of the same ol' dudes
+I smell new money
+I know I like to dance sleezy
+No, but that don't mean that I'm easy
+First he gotta know how to please me
+And I'll be there if he needs me
+But I won't let no man put me in a box
+I'm gon' fight my way to the top
+Things ain't goin' right
+He need a Lil' Kim in his life
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm that light when you can't see
+That air when you can't breathe
+I'm that [?]
+I'm that voice when you can't speak
+I'm your, your respirator
+I'm that high when you feel low
+I'm that strength when you feel weak
+I'm that truth when you don't believe
+I'm that blood that your heart beats
+I'm your, your respirator
+
+[Hook]
+If you feel me, go "oh, oh-la-hee-oh, oh"
+If you hear me, go "oh, om-na-ha-lo-eh"
+
+[Verse 3]
+To all my people across the world
+Need the life support? Then I'm ya girl
+Tt's a jungle in these streets
+Don't let them get you
+'Cause I been through the same ol' things
+I know it's hard to get out the game
+Dealin' with the hurt and pain
+I'm ridin' with you
+I know every day is a struggle
+Tryna get by, don't want the trouble
+But if you touch a piece of my puzzle
+You gon' get a piece of my muscle
+'Cause I don't let no one put me in a box
+I'm gon' fight my way to the top
+Things ain't goin' right
+You need a Lil' Kim in your life
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm that light when you can't see
+That air when you can't breathe
+I'm that [?]
+I'm that voice when you can't speak
+I'm your, your respirator
+I'm that high when you feel low
+I'm that strength when you feel weak
+I'm that truth when you don't believe
+I'm that blood that your heart beats
+I'm your, your respirator
+**************************************************
+Girls On The TownUNKNOWN YET
+**************************************************
+IRS FreestyleWhat you gon' do when IRS come for you?
+Pay that money
+What you gon' do when IRS come for you?
+Pay that money
+
+I'm in the purple haze porsche dutch colored seats
+My young boy blowin dro, and he itchin to reach
+I'm the blueprint, already know who the nicest
+Without me, they stuck in an identity crisis
+These blue stones don't come with no prices
+The modern cleopatra but they callin' me isis
+It's tax season, time to face the IRS
+I've been lenient, but now it's time to pay ya debts
+I don't ridе the beat, i make lovе to the mothafucka'
+I'm in the booth, with nothin' on but a diamond garter
+You see, it's bigger than nino and the carter
+How you think you coming off when your boss was my partner
+I'm in the choppa, ms. thang, you can have the lane
+'Cuz godmomma on to bigger and better things
+You see these stripes on my arm, i'm a veteran
+The game hurting and bitch, i'm the novocaine
+Haters, where you at? i dare you to holla back
+I got my foot on they neck like a chiroprac
+All that tough talk, what happened to all of that?
+I got a siamese twin, they call her copycat
+You ain't got to acknowledge that
+But you can roger that and you can copy that
+I see 'em rocking chanel so i prada that
+The doll baby, trendsetter follow that
+I heard a fuck boy said i ain't been hot since '97
+I beg to differ, turn to Hot 97
+They still tryna be me from '97
+I'm still eating off my shit from '97
+No single, no album, still draw 'em out
+I keep a hot sixteen, watch me pour 'em out
+This ice freeze him up, the heat thaw him out
+And he don't get hard for you 'cuz i wore him out
+
+Yeah, Kimmy Blanco, uh huh, IRS
+Y'all already know what it is
+It's tax season we coming to collect
+
+What you gon' do when IRS come for you?
+Pay that money
+What you gon' do when IRS come for you?
+Pay that money
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