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 Cold Rock A Party (Bad Boy Remix)[Intro: Puff Daddy & MC Lyte] I thought I told you that we won't stop I rock the party that rocks your body I rock the party that rocks your body (Let's go) Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah The remix, haha [Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy] I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) [Verse 1: MC Lyte] So what's your status? I be the baddest B to hit the scene Since the gangsta lean, I'm all ears So what you got to say? I hope you bubblin' it baby Now bubblin' it my way, let it rain Ain't no salt up in the game (Nah), still want you the same (Yeah) Ain't a thing changed, instead of knockin' boots We be kickin' down Gortex Except it ain't raw sex, roughnecks (Yeah) Throw your hands in the air, let me hear you say "Oh, yeah" Trust you me, I'll blow up shop About to blow the roof right off of hip-hop [Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy] I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I'm the M-I-double-S-S, yo' best-best Bitch from V-A-A, and I be smokin' hay All day in the barn, damn it, darn, uh Puff Daddy be my pal when I hee-hee Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-how, I took your number one spot I jump, skip then I hop, I'm so hot So you can't forget-me-not (Woo) to the yes, yes, y'all I'ma take a pause 'Cause I be "Feelin' Myself" like I was T-Boz, uh-uh Puff Daddy makin' cream, the L-Y-T to the E make 'em scream And I'ma sho' 'nuff be the boss on this team Show all you MC's how Missy make the green, uh-huh, uh-huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) [Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy] I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) [Verse 3: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy] Some say I'm shady (That's right), that's me Complicated rap star, meet Lyte the MC You see I'm on to you baby and your mechanism How you hit it when you're in it So hot you keep it sizzlin', no "ooh-ah-chee-ooh" And all of that too, keep me wetter than the waters of Kalamazoo Nigga, who you comin' wit'? Where your posse at? I leave the boys alone Tell her you won't be back, I got the cheese, baby (Yeah) My cheddar's better (Uh-huh), I got that milk For that amaretto, trust you me, I'll blow up shop Have a little nig' callin' the cops, watch [Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy] I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body, body, body I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body [Post-Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy] I rock the party that rocks the body ('Round and 'round you're turnin' me) You rock the party that rocks the body Upside down you turnin' me, turnin' me 'Round and 'round you're turnin' me, turnin' me (Uh) [Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy] I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh) You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah) [Outro: Puff Daddy & MC Lyte] (I rock the party) Upside down you turnin' me, turnin' me 'Round and 'round you're turnin' me, turnin' me, yeah Upside down you turnin' me, turnin' me, Bad Boy 'Round, 'round 'Round, 'round, 'round you're turnin' me, turnin' me C'mon Keep On Keepin’ On[Verse 1] B-boy where the fuck you at I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past Hot peas and butter, baby come and get your supper Before I make you suffer, that's when you had enough-a Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot Surely I can if you the man I get loose and produce large amounts of juice Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy To enter me and get it on You're getting warm I can feel you getting closer Now baby, down this Mimosa You better believe it's time to give a toast to The woman of the decade, too bad to be played Get vexed and I'm bound to throw shade All over your body Whose body, your body I can rock a party like nobody Leaving time to take home the loot Choosy about who I let knock my boots Now let me take sight while your loving the Lyte Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right [Hook] Keep on, keeping on cause you came and you changed my world Your love so brand new, keep on keep keeping on Doin it right, right, right [Verse 2] Beware of the stare when I step into peace I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released Now who from the chosen shall I choose Yeah now you wish you was in his shoes I found me a new nigga this year That knows how to handle this here Now I look forward to going home at night Brother does me right under the candlelight Wax upon my back can I handle all of that I guess I can, can I why not If I wanna guess I can, can I More honey than a bumble-bee hive Pulling sixty-nine ways in my archive Sweet like licorice, sugar for my booga Juicy like Hi-C or an Icee I got shit to make your ass write a bad check Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat Beat on my drum if you feel the need to As I proceed to open up and feed you I got a longing to put you where you wanna be Been I can, I get rid of all company [Hook] Many have tried strict regulations Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation Those that didn't perform well They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell You're playing with my time Trying to jerk me, hurt me then dessert me You better work me while you got the oppurtunity To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E Only the strong survive, only the wise excel Once said by my born-in-hell Only the lonely die slowly Left all alone try to control me Easy does it never ask how was it Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets Cause that ain't cool and that ain't cute To talk about who knocked the boots on a video shoot But it's all good though, you gotta get it when you want it Sight your prey, make your move and hop up on it It's natural, never be ashamed Fuck the fame, get the name and kick the game [Hook] Lyte as a Rock[Hook] I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E (repeat 3X) [Milk] Do you understand the metaphoric phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?' It's explaining, how heavy the young lady is You know what I'm saying King? [King of Chill] Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte as a Rock' A simile because of the usage of the word 'as' And now... directly from the planet of Brooklyn MC Lyte—as a Rock! [MC Lyte] Must I say it again? I said it before Move out the way when I'm coming through the door Me, heavy? As Lyte as a Rock Guys watch, even some of the girls clock Step back, it ain't that type of party No reply if you ain't somebody Get out my face, don't wanna hear no more If you hate rejection, don't try to score First base? You ain't got what it takes You smile, you wink, you big fake flake You're so pathetic you make my stomach turn You beg, you borrow, now you have to learn [Hook] I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E (repeat 2X) [MC Lyte] Lyte as a Rock, or I should say a boulder Rolling down your neck, pounding on your shoulders Never shall I be an emcee, called a wannabe I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E This is the way it is, don't ever forget Hear the rhyme by someone else and you know they bit All in the way, just little obstacles Chew em up, spit em out, just like popsicles Suckers out of my way, we're not on the same wavelength I show stability, potential and strength On the other hand, you are weak and unruly Could never be a spy, cause you're just a plain stoolie [Hook] I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E (repeat 2X) [MC Lyte] I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm Def rhymes on the microphone is what I'm givin Yes I am a Rock and you are just a pebble Milk turn up the bass, and Rock adjust the levels If a rap can paint a thousand words then I can paint a million Wait, Lyte is capable of painting a bazillion raps So when I say it, this is what I mean Audio Two an alliance on the scene And I'd like to say whassup to my producer King of Chill Party people are you ready, jam if you will Never underestimate Lyte the Emcee; I am a rapper who is here To make the things the way they're meant to be The World Ultimate, I'm here to take the title But I had a little trouble upon, my arrival But I got rid of those who, tried to rock me Lyte is here, no one can stop me [Hook] I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E (repeat 2X) [MC Lyte] There are Hip-Hop leaders, this you know We also have, hip-hoppers that follow By the tone of my voice, you can tell I am a scholar I'm also the leader of the hip-hop followers Now get this, I'm at a jam and I'm rockin it Suckers like a checkerboard, when black is clockin it The grace as I ease across the stage Bars around the audience, sort of like a cage They laugh, cause they assume I'm in prison But in reality, they're locked in Once again I'll state that I can't be stopped Cause yo, I am as Lyte, as, Rock! [Hook] I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E (repeat 6X) [Hook] I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E (repeat 4X) [Hook] I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E (repeat 4X to fade) RuffneckGotta who? Gotta have a what? Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck [Verse 1] I need a ruffneck I need a dude with a attitude Only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin', timbos draggin' Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin' Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night But he's a ruffneck, so that's alright Triple o baldie under the hood Makin' noise with the boys, up to no good C-low on the down low Cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth Startin' beef is how he spells relief Actin' like he don't care But all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he'll be there Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics Ruffneck attitude, the ruffneck bastard [Hook] Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck! [Verse 2] I need a ruffneck I need a man that's quick and swift To put out the spliff and get stiff Boxer shorts, everything is fitting large But he don’t gotta be large to be in charge Pumpin' in and out and out and in and here we go He knows exactly how I want my flow and that's slow Never questioning can he get buck wild He's gotta smack it, lick it, swallow it up style Drink a beer, sittin' his chair Hands in his pants, fiddlin' with his dick hairs He's a rudeboy, a raggamuf' Ready to bag another brother that he ranks not ruff enough Cause if it ain't ruff it ain't right And if he ain't ruff, well then he's all wrong for the Lyte I love my ruffneck and ain't nothing going down Or going up if my ruffneck ain't in town [Hook] [Verse 3] I need a ruffneck I need a man that don't snitch like a bitch Shed tears or switch Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet But never meetin' the end cause he knows the street He eat, sleep, shit, fuck, eat, sleep, shit Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here Hit'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there On the avenue girls are passin' thru Too much of ruffneck so they ain't havin' you Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock and braggin' about his tec Is the wannabe ruffneck That's the kind you gotta watch out for Just to get a rep he'll pull the plug on the tour Pissin' in corners, doing 80 by funeral mourners Showing little respect, now that's a ruffneck! [Hook repeats] 10% Dis[Verse 1] Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn Hot damn, ho, here we go again Suckers steal a beat when you know they can't win You stole the beat—are you having fun? Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done You are what I label as a nerver plucker You're plucking my nerves you MC sucker I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn That I am like a stock and my word is bond Like James, killing everybody in sight The code's three-six, the name is Lyte After this jam, I really don't give a damn 'Cause I'mma run and tell your whole damn clan That you're a— [Hook] Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker [Verse 2] Hit me why don't ya, hit me, why don't ya? Milk's bodyguard is my bodyguard too You wanna get hurt? Well, this is what you do You put your left foot up and then your right foot next Follow instructions, don't lose the context Thirty days a month your mood is rude We know the cause of your bloody attitude [Hook] Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker [Verse 3] Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim sound-alike Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition Don't turn away, I think you should listen close Don't boast, you said you wasn't bragging You fucking liar, you're chasin' a chuckwagon The only way you learn, you have to be taught That if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought When you leave the mic, you claim it's smoking Unlike Rakim, you are a joke And I think you ought to stop, before you get in too deep 'Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don't sleep [Hook] Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker [Verse 4] When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl Jill My cousin Trey across the room with a posse of girls So I step in the middle, shake it just a little Wait for some female to step up and pop junk Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk Now I'm not trying to say that I'm into static But, yo, if you cause it, yep, we gotta have it 'Cause I ain't going out like a sucker no way So I sit around the way for you to make my day We can go for the hands, better yet for the words 'Cause you'll be ignored, and at the same time I'll be heard Throughout the city, the town and the country The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky There is no delaying in the rhyme I'm saying Neither are there flaws in what my DJ is playing [Break] So sit back Jack, and listen to this, it's 10% dis 'Cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist against your lips [Verse 5] But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach And I'mma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast Pop you in the microwave and watch your head bubble Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble Get my homegirls Joanie and Kiki to get stupid This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is ruling it I hate to laugh in your face, but you're funny Your beat, your rhyming, your timing, all crummy On the topic of rapping, I should write a pamphlet better yet a booklet Your rap is weak homegirl, and it's definitely crooked [Verse 6] Others write your rhymes while I write my own I don't create a character when I'm on the microphone I am myself, no games to be played No script to be written, no scene to be made I am the director, as far as you are concerned You don't believe me, then you'll have to learn This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get Matter of fact, you ain't seen nothing yet So never let me step into a party hardy Talk to some people and then hear from somebody 'You wanna battle?, 'cause you know where I am You don't wanna come in the 90's and see me at a jam When a mic is handy, ten feet away I stretch my arm like elastic, hand like a magnet Set assure, you know I don't play When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity [Hook] Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker Beat biter, dope style taker Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker Poor Georgie[Verse 1] I met him in a club hangin' out one night He said, "Hello, I'm George...hi, Lyte How's everything going, huh? How ya doin'? Hope everything's fine, ooh, and uh umm Can I call you sometime? Can I get the digits? And the address, so I can come visit?" I gave him the digits, that wasn't a problem 'Cause if he caused any, I would have to solve them 'Cause George looked good, MMM, damn good! And if I didn't, some other girl would In my mind, I hope for the best Convincing myself that this was not a test 'Cause I heard many things about Georgie Nothing kinky, like no orgies I heard he knows how to make love Like an angel from the heaven above Who was I kidding I'd give him a try 'Cause Lyte needs love too and that ain't no lie Keep your ears open, hope that you listenin' 'Cause I'm about to take you on a George Porgie mission "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is empty without you, babe" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is empty..." [Verse 2] I gave him the number, I saw it in his eyes "She gave me the number? Hmmm I'm surprised" Good conversation over the phone He began to comfort me whenever I was alone George was sweet, so nice and so neat With any other guy he didn't have to compete George was mature, he made sure That he was the only man I'd ever adore Girls, have you, ever had a friend That you'd get with, every now and then? I know for a fact George had a lot of girls Spread out from state from state around the world As long as he was smart and kept his girls in check Made sure I never saw them and showed me respect He didn't have to be loyal, like men should be I don't care about the other girls, just be good to me! But if I ever saw one, that would be the end He couldn't kick the storyline that she was just a friend The girls I didn't care if her ass don't lie See 'cause Georgie was into making young girls cry "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is empty without you, babe" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is..." "Kissed the girls and..." [Verse 3] George was clean, no drugs and such But once in a while, he'd drink too much Hangin' in a club where they play rockers Him and his friend, drinkin' vodka I was looking for him, and I found him there With his clothes messed up and his (fucked) up hair I told him he was messin' up, he wouldn't go far He got mad and asked his friend for the keys to the car I said, "Don't drive, use your head Drive while you're drunk and you'll kill yourself dead" We begin to argue, bad words were said Then he got kicked out by some long-haired dread Ran into the car as if, in a hurry He started the car but his vision was blurry He didn't care, he drove off into the night Riding for miles, without his headlights Georgie Porgie had too much on his mind He was still young yet running out of time Last week he took tests and the doctor told him George had cancer in his lungs and his colon See when he was twelve, he started smokin' Paid no attention when he started chokin' Thoughts flashed through his head, there they stuck 'Til Georgie Porgie crashed into a truck I wished I woulda told him how I liked him so much How he made me feel with the slightest touch Now he's gone and I can't tell him nothin' Wish he was here so I could say somethin' The story is not to say that I'm in sorrow Just to say no one is promised tomorrow If you love someone you should say it often You'll never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin Wake up, it's important that you know that No one on Earth is promised tomorrow... Believe that! And don't think that it can't happen to you "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is empty without you, babe" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is empty without you, babe" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is empty without you, babe" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "My world is..." "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" Paper ThinWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter It goes to my head as just chit chatter You may think it's egotistical or just worry free But what you say I take none of it seriously And even if I did I wouldn't tell you so I'd let you pretend to read me And then you'll know Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze In fact, I despise those who even try To look into my eyes to see what I am thinking That dream is over you gotta sink it I tell all of you like I told all of them What you say to me is just paper thin, word I'm not the kind of girl to try to play a man out I take the money and the gear and then break the hell out No that's not my strategy, not the game I play I admit I play game but it's not done that way Truly when I get involved I give it my heart I mean my mind, my soul, my body I mean every part But if it doesn't work out, yo it just doesn't It wasn't meant to be you know, it just wasn't So I treat all of you like I treat all of them What you say to me is still paper thin In one ear and right out the other I heard his mumbo jumbo (eeeish) lover I don't pay attention I don't concentrate You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this A-hah, a-hah, a-hah Sucker you missed, I put all feelings aside I know who I am My name is Lyte is your name Sam? Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost Wrap your scarf around your throat and go back and catch a rope And hit the road Sam, don't you come back No more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road Sam, don't you come back no more So now I take precaution when choosing my mate I do not touch until the third or fourth date Then maybe we'll kiss on the fifth or sixth Time that we meet (mmmuaah) like this Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete And then maybe I'll let you play with my feet You could suck the big toe and play with the middle It's so simple unlike a riddle It's as easy as counting to 1-2-3 In other terms, letters L-Y-T-E I'll tell you, you, you and all of you In the back and in the middle and the front Yo, that's it paper thin word up Lyte checkin out Special dedication to my DJ K-Rock in the place to be Cha Cha Cha[Kick this one here for me and my DJ] You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far And I do get better, the voice gets wetter Nobody gets hurt (as long as you let her) Do my thing with an '89 swing The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight To the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac In full effect, MC Lyte is back And better than before as if that was possible My competition, you'll find them in the hospital Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday But notice they only get one day to shine The rest of the week is mine And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find So come along and I'll lead you the right way Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on... [Kick this one here for me and my DJ] I've got the power to spread out and devour At the same time I'll eat you up with a rhyme But I'll let you slide cuz you accidently hopped on the wrong side Now come on, that's suicide Hypothetically speaking Ok, let's say you didn't know what you were doing You're new in town, and you're looking around For another name to ruin, and it's me that you're pursuing? Well well well, I'll be damned I might as well tell you who I am I am the capital L-Y-T-E And it's shocking I'm the one you're mocking Oh yes, I've been watching you watching me And like the fat on your back it's plain to see That you're a wannabe, but you can't be what you're not So you better start living with what you got [Kick this one here for me and my DJ] Yeah, DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch Now it's time to kick a rhyme out the batch And you're the receiver eager as a beaver Time to convert the non-believer That I'm a roadrunner leaving you in the dust I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker Than the ticker of your pacemaker More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker So don't ever second guess me And if you're wondering who could the best be Think a second and recollect the worst whipping you ever had yet And I'll bet that I did it My fingerprints are still on you How many times I gotta warn you About the light? It'll blind your sight But the rhythm will still guide you through the night [Kick this tip... Kick this one here for me and my DJ] Ice Cream Dream[Spoken Intro: MC Lyte] I wish I had an ice cream that looked just like you Sweet tasting chocolate all the way through I'd lick you slow from head to toe… My ice cream, mhm Yeah, my ice cream dream Just the way I like it [Verse 1: MC Lyte] Sweet dreams, from this don't wake me You couldn't even if you tried to shake me What do ya want ‘cause I’m in a deep sleep No nightmare here, dear, I’m talking chocolate treat Slick and slippery, thick it’s gotta be It’s mandatory that I make him a part of me I'll make the dream last ‘cause it seems I can only have him, in my ice cream dream [Chorus: Lisa Keith] Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... (Yeah) Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream) Ice cream dream (Yeah) [Verse 2: MC Lyte] Sweet as candy, a physique for show I’ma let him know we can go toe for toe Hip to hip, lip to lip, and then lock it Big fat feet means big fat pockets Trick or treat, tasty like pastry Hmm, I wonder has he had any lately Ready to hit it if you know what I mean ‘Cause homie seems to be like an ice cream dream [Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)] Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting (Goody, goody) Ice cream dream (Mhm) [Verse 3: MC Lyte] Dark, handsome, six feet tall Thirty-one flavors, I believe he’s got ‘em all Slippin’ and slidin’ and oozin’ down the cone Hope he doesn’t melt before I get him home Drip drop, come on, feed me, Seymour Take some now, I know later there’ll be more We got the best, it seems you’re the king You’re the man in the picture of my ice cream dream [Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)] Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... (Mmm) Ice cream dream (My ice cream dream) Take a scoop, it's so tasty (Goody goody, goody goody) Don't keep me waiting Ice cream dream Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... (You're the man, in the picture, of my ice cream dream) Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting (Goody goody) Ice cream dream [Interlude: MC Lyte] Goody goody Yeah Uh-huh Mmm… [Verse 4: MC Lyte] Smooth and rich, he’s looking real nice Cool as ice, but then again, not quite This kind of honey is the type I like looking at He could scoop me up twice ‘cause he’s all that So I’ma ease up, no time to waste Forget the chase, I’m prepared to get a taste Licky here, licky there ‘cause I like it Too much to eat so I guess I’ll…bite it Goody goody, goody goody Yeah He’s my ice cream dream [Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)] Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... (My ice cream dream) Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream) Ice cream dream (Just the way I like it) Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream) Ice cream dream I’m Not Havin’ It[Verse 1] [P]Uhm, what's up baby? I been eyeing you Time and time again, I been trying to Get a little closer, but you won't let it [L]Well if I see something I want, I just go out and get it I'm like a fluzy I'm choosy and I don't fall for tricks Cause guys be running games, like the New York Nicks [P]But on the square dear, you know, your style really temps me [L]Don't try to gas me up on a tank that is empty [P]I'm Positive, and I'm kicking the facts [L]Well I'm Lyte, and you got to kick it better than that [P]But I'm all the way live, but I'm definitely not crabbing [L]There are just certain things I'm just not having [Hook] [P]Excuse me miss [L]No, I'm not havin' it [P]Excuse me miss [L]No, I'm not havin' it [P]Excuse me miss [L]No, I'm not havin' it [P]Excuse me? [Verse 2] [P]You think you're all that [L]No you think you're all of this With your baby, baby talk, and your "Excuse me miss" [P]Well I smooth, and hey look, it's only right I thought that we could get together, and maybe we can ... [L]Yeah sounds good, but guys like you just wanna hit and run Look, we're not the two, and I'm not the one So if ya got some thought of taking me to bed Kill that! And get a five dollar crack-head [P]But I'm all the way live, but I'm definitely not crabbing [L]There are just certain things I'm just not having [Hook] [Verse 3] [P]I think you try to diss me or play me like I'm cooly [L]No, matter of fact love, I think that you're a cuty There's just certain things you don't understand baby: Every woman wants to be treated like a lady [P]So what? You want me to kick it as if I'm a doc? [L]Listen to what I'm saying and shut ... I'm just tryna put it, so I can make something happen You just turned me off by the way that you was gabbling [P]Look I'm all the way live and I'm definitely not crabbing A bit of change for a woman, that's what I'm not having [Bridge] [L]I keep feelings inside, I know who I am [P]Step to yourself, cause I don't wanna hear it [L]I keep feelings inside, I know who I am [P]You're not getting younger, you're just getting older [Verse 4] [L]What do you get when you fall in love? You only get lots of pain and sorrow So for at least until tomorrow Friend. I'm never gonna fall in love again But getting back to the topic of convo In my book hone, you are a no-no [P]C'mon I'm clean, cut, and dapper, you got to admit that I don't sell drugs and I ain't with the wack track I'm cool and calm, my phone is mine You don't see me snatching taste, and acting wild Excuse me miss, I think you better get with this [L]Scan it damn, cause I'm simply not having it [Hook] Cold Rock a Party[Intro] (To the beat y'all! To the beat y'all! Just clap your hands, just clap your hands...) To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me (Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house) [Hook] Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood [Verse 1] Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred I'm a veteran, which means that I've been In the game too long, since the days of Paper Thin Way back when I've been putting it down Ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of town I flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee Spectacular over M-I-C I go for broke, never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request You like the rhyme, bite if you dare I get the paper so I don't care Fly that's me; the epitomy Of what a real MC is supposed to be Fucking you up every time that I drop I fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the beat and I ride it well And if you take a look, it ain't hard to tell that I [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting It's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from But I'm resting in Studio City for the fun If you don't understand then say you don't (nah!) And don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best (say what?) West to East, see East to West Ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics I got many witnesses that can back this Ruffnecks, from New York to L.A Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to Make the ill type moves, I guide the beat and I ride it well And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Get out my shit, please let me be I don't see why, you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that Trying to get over like a fat rat But I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop It goes on, on, on, on You see, the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver Chilling with A pina colada, kidada hooked me up With Tommy now I got a lot of gear From everywhere, that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, what they've ever done for you? You better get down with your real crew 'Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I [Hook x2] [Outro] To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E (Rock the house and rock the house) It’s All YoursOur love is old-school like Mary Jane's Boston baked beans and candy canes Exchange a look on the number two train Run catch kiss sunshine or rain Jackson 5, Good Times, The Jeffersons Yeah Baby, you know I liked it better when You lived closer, but then you moved But that couldn't stop our groove My magic-man, my Brooklyn-boy wonder I rub your shoulders if pressure you was under Late night rides out to Sunrise Catch a flick or two and then back to Bed-Stuy You in the bubble goose, me in the sheep skin Cold as hell back then it wasn't mattering Long as we were hand in hand your my man I'm your girl Ready to conquer the world *Chorus* (Gina Thompson) This is for all the years you've been My companion as well as my best friend So tonight Baby I'm giving you what you want It's all yours Our love is like a Romeo and Juliet flick So surreal but yet picturesque There were problems I can admit But we handled it and still the candles lit So glad that we didn't just jet Cause now we reaping the benefits Who would have thought? The cute little boy from down the street Would fall in love with me It's like a number one dream come true To have somebody you love, love you And that's all that matters Is that we grow together make sure we never shatter You're the reason I live Because I want you to get all that I got to give Long as we're hand in hand you're my man I'm your girl Ready to conquer the world *Chorus* Our love is mystical like galaxies you can't touch Around the world and back again I love you that much Our love is destiny like Bonnie and Clyde We'll die of old age side by side Throughout the days I remain truthful I keep it tight for you sexy and youthful I told my mom when our days are through If you have to go first bury me next to you What I feel is unexplainable, 'I love you' Just ain't enough to say to you You've been there from the beginning to the end My companion as well as my best friend You got my heart now, here's my life Yes I'm ready to be your wife From here one know that you're the one Everything you want it's done *Chorus* I Cram To Understand U[Verse 1] I used to be in love with this guy named Sam I don't know why, cause he had the head like that of a clam But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause Sam was number one Cause to me, oh my gosh, he was one in a million I shoulda knew the consequences right from the start That he'd use me for my money, and then break my heart But like a fool in love I fell for his game But I got mine, so I show no shame In Empire winked his eye, and then he kept walkin And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin The roller disco where we all used to go Just to have some fun back in 1981 You know the place, Empire Boulevard Is where I first saw the nigga, and he tried to play hard But I knew the deal, cause I knew his brother Jerry And Sam, he just broke up with his girlfriend Terri So Jerry introduced Sam and I that night He said, "Hello, my name is Sam" I said, "Hi, my name is Lyte" We yipped and we yapped and we chit and we chat About this and that, from sneakers to hats He said, "Look, I'm in the mood for love Simply because you're near me (Let's go) To my house, lay back and get nice Watch television, Riunite On Ice" I said, "Slow down, I know you wanna shake me down But I'm not one of the girls that go rippin around" [Hook] Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand you [Verse 2] Next month I finally went to his house I walked into the door, there was a girl on the couch I said, "Who's the frog, the bump on the log? You chump, you punk, how could you do me wrong? Singing sad songs about your love is so strong" You said, "Wait Lyte, you're confused, the girl is my cousin" Your brother agreed, but later she said that she wasn't [Hook] Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand you [Verse 3] Forgotten, next month we went to the Deuce Well, I thought it kinda strange cause you had lots of juice You knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody Asked ya how you met em, said you met em at a party Then these girls tried to tell me you were sellin the stuff I said, "It's not your business, so shut the fuck up" They said, "Okay Lyte, think what you wanna think But it's gon' be some shit when your man becomes a fiend" I said, "Look, to bust a move, I don't even know you To put it Lyte, I really don't care to" They kinda got mad and sort of offended They said, "We only lookin out for yo best interest" I said, "Thanks but no thanks" in an aggravated tone "When I wanna find out, I find out on my own" [Hook] Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand you [Verse 4] Then my cousin said she saw you with this lady named C Well I'm clawin my thoughts, I wonder who she could be You're spending all your time with her and not a second with me They say you spend your money on her and you're with her night and day Her name starts with a C and it ends with a K I strain my brain lookin for a name to fit this spellin But I just couldn't do it cause my heart kept yellin Burning, begging for affection from you, Sam But just like a test I cram to understand you Thought I knew you well enough to call you a man [Hook] But Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand you [Verse 5] Then it came a time you started looking kinda thin I asked you why, you said, "Exercise, tryina stay slim" I bought it, even though I knew it was a lie Cause it really didn't matter, you were still lookin fly But oh no, oh no, you started askin me for money Butter me up, beg me and call me your honey So I gave you 2 yards, and then I gave you one more You picked up your jacket and you flew out the door You came back an hour later and you asked me for a 10 I said, "I only got a 20", you said, "Give me that, then" I said, "Nope, I'll tell you now, you better stop slobbin Find you a job, or you better start robbin" So I stepped off with a giant step Picked up my belongings, and I just left And now I see you in Empire every Sunday Juicin the girls up for some money and a lay But every time I see you doin it, I just ruin it Tell em how ya on crack, smoke, sniff, and chewin it And as for this girl, Miss C, oh well I was shocked as hell when I heard, Samuel When your homeboys told me, I almost went wack That the girl you was addicted to, her name was Crack Steady Fucking[ INTRO: KRS-One ] Du-du-du-duuu-du-du You wanna test Lyte? Are you stupid? You gotta be out of your fuckin mind! MC Lyte is THE DON! Come down, MC Lyte, seen Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch... (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking) (6x) Go, go, go, go... (You done insulted me And I got to kick yo ass right now) [ VERSE 1 ] So what's up, Big Bahama Mama? You know where to find me You could never climb me So why do you persist To be placed upon my fuckin hit list You a low-down dirty loser Next time I see you, I'mma hit you with my Land Cruiser You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that butt? And in case you didn't know I been known to fuck up a ho during a show So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks I heard you're smokin crack, lady You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a - crack - baby Whadda ya think? The 55th nigga you fucked said your poom-poom stink Slow down, you're movin too fast The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that ass Now you think you're hot shit Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit You're still a loser No joke, when I see you I'mma hit you with the Cruiser (Set the bitch on fire Your fucking days are over) (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking) (4x) Go, go, go, go... [ VERSE 2 ] From upstate New York to way Down South I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth You're ready for the showdown, the low down Lyte strikes again, another ho down Fuckin to you, Shanny, is like a fad Flippin coins with your mom to see who sucks dad But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie? How funky of a smell could one woman make? Yo fellas, I think she need a douche break (Douche, douche it out - douche break (Douche, douche it out - douche (Douche, douche it out - douche break (Douche, douche it out - douche, douche, douche (Douche, douche it out - douche break (Douche, douche it out - I think you need a douche) Tisk-tisk, what a relief it is Not to be, not to be, not to be you Not to be, not to be, not to be you Or one of those pussy-eatin members of your crew 'Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda schooled you But instead, you let them fool you Into talkin that bullshit you been talkin Walkin that skank strut you been walkin I don't play that, ring around the rosie Pocket full of posie, red-rum, you dumb, dumb (We can all be some fightin muthafuckas in here this evening Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on) (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking) (4x) Go, go, go, go... [ VERSE 3 ] Now let's talk about the grill (the grill) Now let's talk about the grill (the grill) Now let's talk about that grill (the grill) We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh) Now let's talk about your teeth Shits ain't been straight since you was 8 When you bit into a bad piece of beef And even for a small fee You let your uncle get one off while you bounced on his fuckin knee Now what's my fuckin name? Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin game You must like puttin dough in my pocket Since '86 my career sky-rocket Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb ho (Ha-ha-ha) I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed While you're hangin from a buddah stem I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals I'm liable to just fuck up you schedule You'll be sittin on your fat ass another 10 years Until the coast is clear So next time they push a rhyme in your hand You better fully understand who the fuck I am (At least now we know...) Dumb (...It's all about Lyte) Bitch (Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking) Go, go, go, go... Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe)(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy I've been too nice too long Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn, ho) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn, ho) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot) (damn) (ho) (Hot damn, ho) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn) [ VERSE 1 ] Before this jam starts I'm simply stating You have all waited, now you can stop waiting Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 Or shall I got straight to 80 percent? Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed The party's not over, it's just beginning Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?) Any battle in any competition 'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey (Ho) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame And I ain't out to give you what you don't have So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh I could diss, call you names and make fun of you (Ho) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth Like a watchtower, hour by the hour Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat) With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet) When he count it down (When I count it down 6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate [ Chorus ] (Hot damn, ho) (Shut the fuck up) (Hot damn, ho) (Shut the fuck up) (Hot damn, ho) (Shut the fuck up) (Here we) (here we) (Gon' be some shit) (Here we go again) [ VERSE 2 ] The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother? When you should really ask: where is the father? (Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild? You get around like a cab, now that's too bad Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad? Bodily you're vivacious? Don't make me laugh Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade Put on this earth just to distract me Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding Tell me, why must I keep reminding You to step back, let the Lyte shine Do not say shit till you write your own rhymes [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3 ] Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon Don't dare to sleep or even prey on The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong And the rhymes I create are made to last long Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb So roll correctly if you decide to come MC sucker, this is what you waited for I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC Did not you know that I am crazy? My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many Like I said and will have to say Over and over, cause you disobey Here on this earth I reign superior One of these days I will have to get with ya Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 4 ] I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin Now it is my duty, to all MC's To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please Now I was quite polite, nice I might add But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown Borrowin money to buy an outfit Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with? With those Bubblegum jeans and those 2-for-1 Skips I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC Payback Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack Unfinished Business, that shit was wack So Lyte made no attempt to strike back But here we go again, what is Light's Out? Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about? Let me say next time that you feel pissed I suggest that you don't try to diss [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 5 ] You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get evil The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable In 10% I popped your head in a microwave I'm into blenders now, so you better behave Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack) Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin this show So yo, ho, I think you oughta go Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it) But remember, you forced me to do it [ Chorus ] Yo, now you know And knowing is half the battle Slime Fuck That Motherfucking Bullshit[Big V] Yo Lyte, can we swing some of this? [MC Lyte] Nah, nah man I can't sing [Big V] No? What you mean, no? [Chorus (2x):] [Big V] Fuck that motherfucking bullshit [MC Lyte] Kiss my motherfucking ass [Verse 1: Big V] People call me Strokes, a.k.a. you know the Iceman When it comes to sex, you know my motto yes I can, can Never will I front, pass it up or let it walk by And if I don't get that ass, well at least I did try I know the games p.m.s. must run through you You set it up so no man can ever do you But when you need your weave done, honey read my lips You can beg all you want but you gets jack shit I don't play, I work hard for my money 5, 6, 7 days a week, shit ain't funny Now if sex is old fashioned and you're not selling out If you're not giving it up, you better spit that gum out [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 2: MC Lyte] You wanna what? You must be bugging A minute and a half of having sex, that ain't loving You couldn't please me if you had his dick That moaning you heard means you were making me sick So don't front and lie like you were all that in bed When I rolled your fat ass over you were nervous and scared Mr. love man, you ain't shit You better get your homies to suck your own dick [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 3: Big V] When it comes to sex you get mo better 'Cause I was on your shit even when you had the jetta It's '93 now and all that shit done passed So stop frontin' miss 'cause I want that ass [Verse 3: MC Lyte] What you what you can't get so step off, there's no room You wanna zoom-a-zoom? Not in this poom poom So let me tell you something Mr. Why-you-can't-quit Save what you can do 'cause that's some bullshit So go and tell your friends, you know, the ones you got gassed To take a cold shower 'cause you get no ass [Chorus (2x)] [Big V and MC Lyte] I want ass. Yeah, and you just the type of woman that's gon' give it to me Step off, I ain't havin' that! Stop playin', stop playin', take your clothes off and let's get busy Take my clothes off? I ain't got time for this bullshit Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with here? [?] Yo, I rolled your fat ass over, and you was scared homie And if you don't get the fuck out of my face, they gon carry your black ass outta here Get the fuck out of here How you like that shit? Yeah, so what you sayin'? What I'm sayin', what I'm sayin', muthafucka, this is my song and this is the end of that shit, goddamn it! Fuck that! Look woman, fuck that, I don't want no ass from you no more. Look, just step the fuck... CappucinoIt was a cafe? It was a cafe on the west side It was a cafe? On It was a cafe? On the west side, midtown It was a cafe? On the west side, midtown Said they had the best cap of Cappucino around So I stepped in, and I ordered a cup Someone grabbed me by my throat and said, "Shut the fuck up!" And I did, pronto, quick fast How much longer would the torture last? In the wrong place, at the wrong time It was a drug sale, I could feel from behind Death, it was gettin' closer, right behind my back Ready to attack I got shot in a shoot out, and then I died I could feel it, I was on the other side In between lives, I'm so confused What do I do, oh, what do I do? But was it really time for me to go? Why, oh why did I need Cappucino? Why, oh why? Why, oh why did I need Cappucino? Why, oh why? Why, oh why did I need Cappucino? Why, oh why did I need Cappucino? But then I calmed down, I spotted some friends That I knew in a past life, way back when A couple had died in a drug world And this one guy died fightin' over his girl Another died drivin' while intoxicated Why do people make livin' so complicated? But then I saw a girl, her name was Mary Introduced to drugs by her boyfriend Harry He sold crack to the kids on the uptown corners A social worker named Hannah Smith tried to warn her But she wouldn't listen, no one listens I saw the light, I awakened, it was a dream Man oh man, you shoulda heard me scream So glad to be given - my life back So good to be livin' - or is dead better? I didn't have to run from the bullets or drugs And I didn't have to run from the murderers or thugs I didn't have to worry about fallin' from a plane But at this café was death still callin' my name? Or did this café even exist? And was my name just another on the death list? I knew it couldn't happen, even though On the bottom of my shirt was a spot of Cappucino Cappucino, Cappucino Bust it, to some of you that really don't know I break it down to you, the word 'Cappucino' It's somewhat like coffee, then again not quite It's creamy and smooth, and it goes down light They charge you 3 dollars, you ask is it worth it? But when you start drinkin' shit, it'd be workin' I'm hooked, well, I was, cause, yo, it's the best But if every time I drink I voyage through death I leave it alone and just stick to tea Cappucino was fly, but too fly for me Why, oh why did I need Cappucino? Cappucino Why, oh why did I need Cappucino? Cappucino Why, oh why? Why, oh why? Why, oh why did I need Cappucino? Cappucino, Cappucino Cappucino, Cappucino It was a café on the west side It was a café on the west It was a café on the west side It was a café on the west Cappucino I Am Woman[Verse 1] I am woman, hear me roar When I grab the mic it's never a bore When I'm on stage, sayin' a rhyme I often wonder what ya think of mine Is it fresh or weak, or is it live or dead? Yo, it's got ta be somethin' if you're boppin' your head To the beat, can I get an amen brother? Liked that rhyme? Well here goes another... [Hold up, hold up, hold up. Check it out. Before we go any further we Gotta announce who we are. I am DJ K-Rock and this is my homegirl, MC Lyte. Kick it for 'em!] [Verse 2] We had to pause for station identification Now ya know my name here's some more information Well, let's see, what you wanna know about me? MC L-Y-T-E [The Queen] Nah, that's too corny [The Sexy] Nah, that gets the guys too horny [The Best] Now that sounds conceited But what is true is true, so it has to be repeated The best is Lyte, when I'm on the mic And MC's look straight ahead cos this pitch'll make your neck tired And I say loosen up and relax The fiction you been livin' I'mma fill with facts Right now... [MC Lyte, DJ K-Rock. Name of the group is Me and My DJ. Kickin' it Live in '88. Do it.] [Verse 3] I am woman, hear me roar Comin' out fresher and flyer than I did before That's right, I'm well respected Don't get stupid, I'm well protected If ya wanna battle I'm well prepared Me and K-Rock are far from scared, you know what We're brave, livin' in a cave of gold Waitin' for the misbehaved to get bold But as I look around so far so good MC's behaving just like they should Hands are folded, no whispering or passing notes All attention to me ya have to devote I'm like a teacher, but then again not quite Cos a teacher's salary I make in a night On the mic rhymes witty and bright Maybe that's why the name is Lyte Yo, bust it, I'mma end it right here DJ K-Rock, you end it over there Zodiac[Chorus] Libra, Cancer, Gemini, Pisces (What's your Zodiac sign?) Aries, Aquarius, Taurus, Sagittarius Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio (What's your Zodiac sign?) When were you born? What's your sign? [Verse 1] One, zero, the month of the year I'm not a hero, but I come when in despair I float like the wind, the mighty air sign When I use my mind, it's not hard to find Those who would not like to see me fly Like to step on my wings and watch me die But that can never be, I use my scales Positive, negative energy, male and female Emotions within me Leo, Aquarius compatibility Also Gemini, but I got four eyes For one set of twins, I look deep within Often distracted by pretty little things Like the wings of an angel or the songs they may sing Argumentative, but I hate confrontation Ruled by Venus and starked with hesitation Procrastinator, but never an instigator You wanna riff, homie, I'll see you later Sapphire, My type of jew-el I turn on one who thinks he knows me too well Like the water barrier with the million dollar smile Flowing like the Nile or the waters from the Panama Canal Pisces, fabulous catch They remain detached, yet to find a match Don't lose your breath waiting to exhale I shall prevail weighing souls on the scales Follow me as we take this trip through astrology The galaxy from Pluto to Mercury What ya gonna do when the planets line up? Your time is up and your city blows up Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear none I'm at one with the sun 'til I'm done Astrologically speaking on the track Dropping solar facts about the Zodiac The sun and the moon and the stars Make up the universe, Earth is not far from the planet Mars Virgo the virgin running from the twins Stung by the Scorpions running through the Lions den Ram with legs of a crab With the half-man, half-horse waiting in the pass Of course, if you check the math, it's all symbolic Horoscopes are purely logic, check it [Chorus] Libra, Cancer, Gemini, Pisces (What's your Zodiac sign?) Aries, Aquarius, Taurus, Sagittarius Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio (What's your Zodiac sign?) When were you born? What's your sign? Stop, Look, Listen[Verse 1] I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' The dope def rhyme that is always being taken By a sucker MC that wants to be like me No trait of originality But yo, I am not one to down another So like I said before, just go for yours, sucker I'm gonna take the time to drop a dope line Or maybe even two, for you and your crew So you can start shakin' and movin' all around To the Lyte Thee MC and the King Of Chill sound It's new and improved like a freshly cut diamond Perfect timin', like a gem it's shinin' Or better yet a ruby, somewhat like a sapphire This jam you are forced to admire Stop, stop Look, look Listen [Verse 2] Wanna battle me? Now that's strange behavior Drink and drive, yeah, you're probably safer Cause when I start, I never give slack You feel like a 'kick me' sign was pinned to your back Yes I'm the super-duper with the roper-doper Got the clean drawers on, yeah, I hope ya Do, because I'm gonna strip you of your peace of mind Now your piece is mine, damn, that's unkind Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly The rhymes that I say you can't deny Because 100% is what I give it (Say what?) I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit I tear it, repair it Like a hand-me-down make you wear it Save all your crocodile tears, grin and bear it And with all your other brothers you're gonna share it You hear me, junior? 'Cause soon you'll Be a grown man with the mic in your hand And understand biting's not part of the plan That's wrong, I thought I taught you better than that But that's what you get from a stabber in the back Stop, stop Look, look Listen [Verse 3] M.C. - Master of Creativity Rappin' is the activity Rhyme is the sport, let it be taught That Lyte Thee MC is takin no shorts In '88 I was great, but '89 is my time Stop, look, and listen - to the right rhyme K-Rock the DJ throws the cuts my way Put 'em on the reel-to-reel and let them play Leg 1 and Leg 2, they do the jumpin' The dancin', the pumpin', always up to somethin But when it comes to the rap category MC Lyte headlines the story (Extra, extra, read all about it) (Comin out fresh and flier than we did before) (Listen up everybody) My Main Aim[Hook] x2 To maintain, is my main aim Step aside while I do my dang thang I'm knowing that y'all can't hang To the best what I'm doin' Ain't nothin' 'bout to change man [Verse 1] I'm 'bout to school all these young cats, take 'em to church They still rockin' the block, I move the universe With a verse I murk any kid up on my turf Like a lady in Maiti I'm shady and ready to burst Hold up when you roll up Don't you know the girl Lyte stay swole up? Keep it glazed like a donut Get 'em hard now - Pull they card now Get 'em tore up from the floor up I gave 'em something to remember me - Should have been a friend of me Elbows, I got you nursin' all your injuries They want the best of me, to get next to me Feel the realness - Then they want to question me Where'd you get that flow from? How long you been rappin' and like old men can I come - On tour with ya? Grab the mic hit the stage get raw with ya 'Till I drop on the floor with ya [Hook] x2 [Verse 2] I'm much too quick for this Your jealousy is like a sickness I run my life like a business This is the raw deal, no time for small meals I want a copter to fly me to the lobster Still workin' in the hood but I roll like a rockstar And get respect like a Rasta Nobody move, nobody get hurt If you seein' my P.O.V. you understand my work Is for the good but the skill still hot I leave the spot shook so give it your best shot I'm out, to make the best out of what I present And you see me make a dollar out of 15 cent I keeps the cash flow, and I stash it low They on the other side thinkin' how the grass grow So green, so lean, so fresh it's - Nothin' left to know except I'm hot to death [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] Never burn what I earn Come smart with the chips floss hard in the whip And most of these cats know I'm hard to get with So before they get, going I'm'a make 'em all quit - And sit And think about a strategy to get close to me Cause right now you're just so-so to me I keep it so bitter - So gully, so wizza So on and on, know that Lyte's no quitter Like that big bunny I'm on a mission for the money Years later and the haters still want me Without a CD released Lyte's platinum in the streets When they face the truth they can't compete When I grace the booth I show my steeze I got days of proof, it's about me I keep it movin' like a locomotive You want a challenge? Come on, let's toe-to-toe it [Hook] x2 Slave 2 the RhythmWhy is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin? And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockin Listen, hoe, cause I'm the Lyte one And if you're lookin for a fight, you found the right one (They call me Lyte) (And I'm a slave to the rhythm) (Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) [ VERSE 1 ] I'm not a procrastinator, or a instigator But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, I'm the creator I never look for trouble, but somehow it finds me But yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind me The L-y-t-e, very outspoken And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokin I'm the MC Lyte, comin live and direct I never lose a battle, cause I always come correct In any case I win, again and again You see Lyte is at the top till the very end And even though I may be short, believe, I don't take none Try your luck and we'll see who will get done I mean immediately, like quick fast Don't turn your back, cause this mic'll be in your ass And don't take what I say too lightly I beat you, defeat you so quietly Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornado Cause in the rap field Lyte's the fuckin a/k/a doe The capital L, the y to the e Shit, give me room and I'll slay an MC Whether it's in a crowd, or on the sneak tip I wax you and your posse watch you trip and flip As you drop the mic, cause you don't have the gift To rip a style, fast or slow (Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm [ VERSE 2 ] Bein that I'm dissin, I was reminiscin You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission (Yo, what you tellin me, Lyte?) she was ass-kissin No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk (Cool, Lyte, I think her feelings are hurt) Alright, I'll chill and I'll come to my senses But next time you diss, think of the consequences Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like barbwire Try to touch me, yo, you're bound to catch a fire I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you're lost I be forced to show and prove exactly who's the boss Who gets the income - and then some I don't diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm [ VERSE 3 ] It took a whole album for you to try and diss me And ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still missed me But yo, I'm off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creation I'm into other things that bring me commendation So I rap about funny things, or issues that are serious Sometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curious And other times I diss to put one in their place If I diss you on wax, then I will diss you to your face Some say I'm foul, and they don't like the way I'm livin But yo, ask me if I care... I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave To the goddamn rhythm (They call me Lyte) (And I'm a slave to the rhythm) (Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) 'Gangstress', don't make me laugh Ha-ha-ha And keep your eyes on this And keep your eyes on THIS (They call me Lyte) (And I'm a slave to the rhythm) (Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) Check[Verse 1] Get it if you can, if you cannot get up off the pot You been missing, pissing up the spot a lot And I've been waiting on the sideline, give you the guideline Get up in that pocket like a pocket light, but they don't rock it right They don't concern me, can't even burn me Not even with a lighter, all them liars, they ain't worthy You heard me, I'm a loner: me, myself, and I I'm a powerhouse, ready to collide with the greatest tide It's like a typhoon in the making What I'm saying leave your whole city shaking, broken down, better start praying I ain't playing, this ain't hopscotch, on the block, or skelly up in den streets Get jelly whenever we meet Chic, I'm about my paper; dudes, see ya later South side of the equator, so hot, gotta thank my maker I'm here, flow with the best of them, get low with the rest of them Rang the alarm in '88 and I'm still buzzin' Cousin, they trying to hate, but I just elevate Get it straight: I'm Lyte as a rock and they featherweight [Hook] You said you seen it all, but you ain't never seen the Lyte They talk a good game, but they ain't ready for this life I'm trying to give you the code, let the future unfold I had to follow them rules, that's how I open them doors [Hook] I put that work in; check Hustle hard; check I paid my dues; yep I gave you hits like Ruffneck And I'm still grinding; yep Still shining; yep I'm all that's left; yep I'm still the best, but you ain't yet [Verse 2] I'm living life to the fullest, everywhere I go they ask How you pass like a bullet, speed of Lyte and that Lytro gas Here I go, there I go, here I go again I ain't no fad like Michael Jack, they know I'm Bad Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good You from the hood, you understood, and understand just who I am I live to be free, I live for the beat, I live for the biz That's what it is, no wondering, I get it in, I get it done You are the one, but I am the Lyte; without me, you're out of sight I'm taking this entire game to a new height Just watch me, just like you do YouTube and Hulu Lyte is back and all over this map like who knew Rapping to you; listen because I might not say it again Find good people, wave them in Let them haters and them [?] ain't know saving them It's casualties in this game of life, that may not seem right So if you get it, then get it get it, then get it right [Pre-Hook] You said you seen it all, but you ain't never seen the Lyte They talk a good game, but they ain't ready for this life I'm trying to give you the code, let the future unfold I had to follow them rules, that's how I open them doors [Hook] I put that work in; check Hustle hard; check I paid my dues; yep I gave you hits like Ruffneck And I'm still grinding; yep Still shining; yep I'm all that's left; yep I'm still the best, but you ain't yet Top Billin’MC am I, people call me Milk When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt Milk is cuttin' up for the Suckers that's down with me The one of us, that's how I feel To be down you must appeal To the two, we're rated R We're gifted, and we're going far Down the road, to the bank While I'm here I'd like to thank Mom and dad, they knew the time T is scratching, Lyte is rhyming Milk is chillin', Lyte is chillin' What more can I say? Top billin' That's what we get, got it good Since you understood, would you? Stop scheming, and looking hard I got a great big bodyguard So step up if you wanna get hurt Milk Dee's gonna pull the skirt I gets money, money I got Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot That's how it is, you can ask Giz I stole your nigga while you was in prison Jail, for MC assault You was jealous it's all your fault Milk is chillin', Lyte is chillin' What more can I say? Top billin' That's what we get, got it good And since you understood, would you? Clap your hands, your hands you clap If your girl's out of place it's your girl I slap And if you're dumb, you'll ask why? I am from that do or die MC Lyte, Lyte the MC I got a brother and his name's Milk Dee Milk is chillin', Lyte chillin' What more can I say? Top billin' That's what we get, got it good Since you understood, would you? Bite a rhyme, if you dare I get the papers so I don't care My contributions to this jam Is confusing, because I am Milk Dee's dated all the way The super easy mightiest MC okay Yes I'm down, down by law I get the fellas out on the floor Milk is Dee, down is he Two the, at the top is where he'll be The place was packed, when we toured Girls come in you won't be bored Milk is chillin', Lyte is chillin' What more can I say? Top billin' That's what we get, got it good And since you understood, would you? Do a dance, dance the two If, you can dance it's easy to do This dance is on and on and on Dance until your breath is gone Cravin’[Hook] I wanna know I'm done waiting There's a passion in the air that I'm craving And I can't hold out, don't wanna hold back I can't hold out for you I can't hold out, don't wanna hold back I can't hold out for you [Verse 1: MC Lyte] Time to live life, make it amazing Been craving since the days of Days Inn Now I'm at the Four Seasons, I got a reason To celebrate, something to believe in Great times, great minds think alike You ain't for doing it right, then get a life What time in this game means is bittersweet But even my enemies know I'm the centerpiece [Hook] [Verse 2: MC Lyte] No more waiting, time to post up Somebody yell "Action" -- time for close-ups Ready for the blast-off; dudes take your hats off Respect diamonds on my neck -- now that's boss Good living never hurt nobody Ladies, grab your honey; fellas, grab your hottie Let's make it a moment that we'll never forget Like nothing ever will be better than this [Hook] [Bridge] Na na na na Na na na na [Verse 3: MC Lyte] Hands up if you know that you're feeling the vibe Hands up if you know we gon' get it tonight (We gon' party like nobody's) Hands up if you really 'bout getting your cream Hands up if you interested in reaching your dreams It's like yeah, keep 'em in the air It's 'bout to go down, and we 'bout to take you there [Hook] Funky Song[Intro: various samples] Uhh {Yeah, yeah...} "Funky song" {ha, ha} "Cause ain't nothin goin on, but a funky song" Yes yes yes K-Rocks is gonna rock, I mean go get hype So you people all aboard and Lyte has the light Fresh this dope, promise this too strong And yo, you can't go wrong with a funky song [samples] I don't know the reason For which that I've become fanatic For some bass drums and a few hi-hats But yo please, don't say microphone Cause I'll be forced to kick whoever thinks they king off they throne But yo people talk speakers, and sneakers if you wanna Yeah I like the cars that go boom, I won't front, yup! Annnd people talkin woofers and the tweeters I like to go above ten on the volume cause yo it's Just, a touch, or bass ("a little bit, a little bit") Now check the rhythm the rhyme, yeah it fits It steals your mind like a needle And then holds on to it like a hostage And amazement is shown on ALL your faces To what MC Lyte has given [samples] Yo~! I'm definitely proud to say Those that never heard the tunes well, it's time to vic So cough up your dollars, put your money where your mouth is And we can surely as hell get down to business Don't ever doubt me or what I'm capable of I have to show and prove that I am a thug Or should I say the ultimate, yeah that's perfect Cause I'm as ultimate as money can get So get the ghetto blaster, boombox, whatever you call it Grab it by the handle and start to haul it If you're chillin in your car, open up your back windows Turn the volume up and let the sounds flow Or pop a tape in your Benzi box And drive ten miles per hour through every block So they can hear the hip-hop, pumpin in the ride And when you're finished press auto-reverse and play the other side [samples] When you're talkin to my deejay, a talk a crossfader His organized Technics'll leave a flavor later Cause just like a basshead CHIN, crack greater And try his hits like "Yo this sure tastes" I'm in high pursuit, hope I don't have to shoot Get down or sit down with all of you So when you call on my deejay, a call him K-Rock And when you thought you heard it all here comes the shock My rhymes, hotter than a danger lie It's just like that, don't ask why But I'm cool, cooler than the rocks on a mountaintop Cause yo Lyte lift the party up further yup And if you're comin to the jam, yo it's like a hijack Once you step in, there's no turnin back It's hypnotism, done every time You're stickin out your tongue to get a taste of the rhyme And just like I planned it, satisfies your tastebuds It's silky and milky, cause your mouth to flood all over you Dribble and drool you still remain cool Cause that's what I'm like, rap is made to do But anyway, since I don't think my job is complete Say goodnight 'til the next time we meet [samples] Druglord SuperstarGot a new gig, here you come again kid Fresh out the dog, done did your bid But you can't stay here no more Not in this crib Not with the foul way that you used to live I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month Not giving a fuck about what I want (Da Brat) Hey Lyte, fuck that nigga, smoke this shit Count to ten, it's all good The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed Cause of your fucking death wish Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the fuck is up?" What's up? But you say, "Fuck him" you could start your own ring and things Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing Now you got eight men working 7 days a week 2 be the runners, 5 on the street 1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar... [Hook: MC Lyte & Da Brat x2] Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little (And other times I get stuck in the middle) I'm fed up I can't take it no more (See im bustin' on the next nigga knockin' in my door) You got a new crib, new truck, new car Trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot And they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile Ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar [Hook: MC Lyte & Da Brat x2] They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and black engraved in his hand Word around is you're the ass in the biz To let 'em kill your men off you must be soft Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft Now you need a get away a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when They said "Crime don't pay" I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib Not with the foul way that you choose to live... [Outro] Motherfucka -- you know what/ Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it! Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more Just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache Too much shit I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more Dear John[Intro: MC Lyte] Dear John Know this life has been filled with stress and pain If I could, I would take it all away All away [Verse 1: MC Lyte] I know you gotta feel like your back is pinned against the wall most times But in those times, you remain open Closed minds will get you nowhere Gotta move with no fare, so dear I salute you Knowing everything you've been through is just a journey Every man must take the key For some it's not to make the same mistakes And fall victim to the chaos the world creates In the heat of the moment You can mistake an ally for an opponent And wipe your own out What a waste, and an evasive hate You discover that it's too late [Hook: 10Beats] (x2) What you wanna do So you wanna be ballers, shot callers Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters? Even though it's getting harder [Verse 2: Common] A letter to the better, to better the demonstration Situation got you wishin' for ventilation Can't a nigga breathe, trying to find what I believe It's hard for a tree to grow when father figures leave Plus I got a seed and my baby mama need Smoke a little weed to keep my mind free Only God can judge me, so to him I plead Fifth in my hand, the myth of a man That I should know it all and I ain't supposed to fall Getting locked up and boxed up, protocol Writings on the wall, fighting for the cause Read a letter from the world and it said "It's yours" [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: MC Lyte] Confused with those who say they have your back I feel your pain, I know you're under attack To be strong in all things in all ways, just ain't real, so some stray Lives left in hallways, death's breath is in the air Let your thirstful life persevere Someone once said you were chosen Bus as you gotten older, doors are now closin' Karma comes around And all those silly things you did as a grown child are wheelin' down in your direction But not all hope is lost Gather your thoughts for the second coming And I'm guessing you'll be stronger than you've ever been Ever [Hook] (x2) I Go On[Intro] Yeah! This is Lyte coming at you. Shouting out to everybody in the hood.. up to no good. The ruffneck got it going on! Yeah and i'ma do it like this [Verse 1] Now kick it! You flap your tongue and talk about this and that But all of that wrong rap is real whack I'm on a roll of my own, you can't play me So when you talk about the Lyte, get it right, baby Because I think I'm all that, making niggas call back They hit the cat and I refuse to call 'em back It ain't worth it for the moment or the minute You was in it then you want it but, no, now ya done, kid I'm only taking shorts if it means I'm wearing 'em Some of these guys, yo, I'm only scared of them They can't handle what I got to give and always will I'm not the run of the mill I got skills I go on and on as ya boy, K Born! But I had to kick 'em out before the dawn turn 'em on [Hook] I go on and on and on and on Let it flow, ya don't stop I go on and on and on and on Let it flow or ya don't stop! [Verse 2] A night owl on the prowl, here's a victim Soon as I spot 'em bu duh duh, duh duh stick em Now I got 'em where I want him And he's all mine, no crime but now he's on prime time We hit the door, did the booty in the slow mo' I like to spank 'em, gave 'em bacon on the down low But that's all, that's it, see ya later, hops I gave ya props but I'm gonna drop ya at the bus stop 'Cause you was on it like a hornet dog on it Got me heated then ya beat it now you know just how to treat it You kinda slow tho when it comes to brain cells But you can go 'cause I came and I did it well Sorry to hurt ya but honey, I'm a real one You got to go if you ain't the funky feel one And when I'm out it I hope that ya not torn Because my brother life goes on [Hook x4] [Verse 3] Now let's swing back on the topic Brothers wanna pop it, knock it and lock it I'm not having it 'cause I control my destiny I'm never letting a punk get the best of me So ease up if yo, you on a jealous tip I'm not about to be the victim in the news clip 'Cause unlike some girls I fight back Or get the boys double up and do a head crack I only here for the righten night To be hit not smack not slapped or kicked So if you coming my way you gotta be strong Strong enough to know that hitting a women is wrong 'Cause just like you, I can find others Too brothers that do the do quicker than you So if you looking for a straight up relationship Keep looking 'cause I ain't staying kid Because I'm outta and I hope that ya not torn But never give up 'cause life goes on [Hook x4] [Outro] Yeah coming at you for 1993, pumping in ya car pumping ya jeep Just like that! I like to give a shoutout to Brooklyn in the house, Queens, Staten Island, Long Island, Uptown, Bronx, New York is definitely in effect! LA! Detroit! Chicago! Atlanta! Virgina! Carolinas! Cacalac! Cacalac! I Am the LyteI am the Lyte (repeated) [ VERSE 1 ] Examine the style used in this sequence The rhyme's the clue, the record's evidence To the fact that I'm hypin this episode Cold carryin the extra wide load The beat is fat and the rhyme is thick All over the town you hear the sound and pick Me, the L the y the t the e Me, and if you see the Rock, I'm sure you'll see Me (Hey Lyte, what will you be doin?) Kickin it, bashin down competition And when I drop the bomb, you'll listen Boom! Now that I've got your attention I'm slammin what you wanna hear I just thought that I should mention '89 is the Lyte year Now's the time to roll like a rhinoceros Step to Lyte, that's preposterous I'm heavyweight, though I'm lightweight My looks the hook, my rhymes the bait And when I throw the line you proceed to take The goody, the treat that I hand you That you couldn't refuse Damn, I cram to understand you Your love is to Lyte to lose [ VERSE 2 ] I think you deserve this, you waited long enough For a rhyme that's super-duper extra tough Every human is lurkin and loomin Puba on the beat and you know the shit is boomin Tasty like pastry, fresh from the bakery First Priority, that's the way it has to be Feel the drum, I bet it makes your body numb One for all, and all for one I bet you come Hurry, hurry, step right up and see the show MC Lyte and K-Rock are about to throw Get on line and purchase your ticket (Hey, don't worry) Lyte is gonna kick it (Go on, be happy) I put you up on the scoop Now come and watch the party hoop [ VERSE 3 ] I am the Lyte, and it is time for me to go You wanna beef, save that shit for the toilet bowl I use styles, styles and much many styles I leave smiles, smiles and much many smiles On the people who come to see the Lyte perform (Word is bond) The rhyme will kick as the brain will tick You can tell because the record'll sell Old styles and new styles formatted together Bold or dull, so it doesn't matter whether Which comes first or vice-a versa It won't make a difference, as long as you rehearse-a Get it down pat, and come right and exact MC Lyte is comin right and I'ma say goodnight [ Grand Puba Maxwell ] Yeah MC Lyte in effect for '89 One time to wreck that mind, boy Yeah Ah Pump, pump, pump it up Yeah Sure nuff MC Milk Warlord of the mixboard In effect Sure shot Yeah Pump (pump) (pump).. Mh-hm Don’t Cry Big Girls[Verse 1] This is Lyte, and I'm just here to say That I choose to express my feelings this way Always alone, either with a microphone Or just plainly emphasize the tone Of my voice, cause yo, I know I'm your choice So when I am speaking, show your gratitude While I am teaching, I have no attitude I'm just here to get the job totally done 85% work, 15% fun Sometimes I admit, I get so excited Rhyme for rhyme, I just can't fight it Can't stop the flow, it's just too persistant [Hook] Big girls don't cry Big girls don't cry [Verse 2] Can't stop the flow, it's just too persistant The level is extremely low on my resistance By you or any other I'll never be beaten at a Rap meeting, in other words a battle Cause y'all, I'm like a farmer, and y'all's the cattle Be a big girl about it, don't you start cryin That'll mean I made you weep without even tryin Lyte takes it like a big girl, I'm no jive girl Comin direct, tellin you that I'm a live girl 'I'm positive', you've heard this expression before So next time you see Lyte shine through the door Don't talk behind my back, confront me like a big girl [Hook] Big girls don't cry Big girls don't cry [Verse 3] Don't talk behind my back, confront me like a big girl So I can take you to all slimmies of the world Big girls, we don't fight over men Although there's one worth fighting for every now and then But then I think again, it's not worth my while And it's also not a big girl style And I know you're thinkin: 'Wait, Lyte is slim and short?' While being brought up I was also taught Take it like it comes and proceed with the flow Lyte is the biggest of the big girls, and now you know [Hook] Big girls don't cry Big girls don't cry This is dedicated to Milk Dee from the Audio 2 To Gizmo from the Audio 2 The whole Alliance crew You know what I'm sayin? And to all the big girls Also the small girls You got time to grow up to be big girls [Hook] Big girls don't cry Big girls don't cry Woo Woo (Freak Out)Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Verse 1:MC Lyte Naughty but you like and nasty but you want it I'm the chick that never front it Picture that Me wearin a pager So you can be down my back It ain't happin jack Am I too fine? If so I can leave Have somewhere to go You better believe I keep a tight schedule Not many are blessed Still on a quest Not knowin I'm da best Causin a mess wherever I go They still want me there I'm the star of the show Your ride is sweet My ride is much sweeter Come take a ride with this senorita Theres more to me that the eye can't see But I'm twice as much as you'd thought I'd be When I hit da scene All better be where cause da party don't jump till I get there Chorus ( Nicci Gilbert ) Come on We're doin it everyday All night is how we like to play Feel the rhythm do what you want to do Kick back we're doin it at the woooooo Verse 2: MC Lyte You took to long to ask Now I don't know If you can hang wit my flow Keep it on da dlow I start da fire Watch it go down When it's time to put the flame out I put the juice down When you woo-woo So nasty it's sick Wanna know my tricks Studyin' me like a flick I'm the girl your mama warned you about at night Ask Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike I'm that candy girl I got da suga for your sweet toothe Comin in your crib in my birthday suit I'm that, bad habit you just can't shake What I want I take Some a y'all could relate Got the yab yum To get ya stuck like glue It ain't over to we all come through When I hit the scene All better be where cause da party don't jump til I get there Chorus x 2 Verse 3: MC Lyte So you wanna be da tiger roaming through my woods huh Babe boy you gotta bring da goods Not just any penny Can get in my piggy Bently or empty you just can't tip me Lyte got, just what you like All up in your ear but I'm not like Mike Red Hot Be the brown chili peppa Y'all know my words Let's sing it together Light to infinite Like Dusk Til Dawn When I hit da scene All better beware cause da party don't ump da jump til I get there Chorus repeat til fades The Wonder Years[Jay-Z] So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be [Mc Lyte] It's like the wonder years you blink and I appear From a cloud of smoke I'm like a full court press and you choke When I'm near pull up a chair let me explain how I maintain the youthful glow For you that don't know it's called H2O So stop asking when I walk by How I look so young and stay that fly It's elementary, kick the liquor when you turn dirty thirty The rest is a secret so I keep it for the worthy Some of us need to be doing the bid Spitting lyrics that's worst than Ritalin for kids They say "Lyte they ain't ready for nothin' you did" So we kick the same stuff as if we were stupid Take the same beat and loop 50 times, Why not? that other group did It's idiotic, average and robotic I keep it real my mental thick like a Harvard clique I got them singing Bob Marley hits. (I don't want to wait.) They don't want to wait in vain But I'm worth all the joy and the pain Come hard when I hit, goddamn you know the name Lyte [Hook] Lock this down like its supposed to be The pioneers wonder years L-Y-T-E Oh yeah she's back the industry need that So pay attention to her I told y'all to listen to her Yeah Lyte she's back, the female G-Rap been in the limelight Baby girl get your mind right (Yeah I'mma do it like this) [Mc Lyte] Pass on the insight, teach a seed about Lyte And how I was the first female to smash the mic Yeah nigga, I speak the facts of life While a whole lot of others was crap on the mic Still showin Mc's what cash look like From the Jetta to the porsche to the navi I'm tight What I got it's hot you can have it to Praise god, work hard all you have to do I was born to be the Lyte to give the spark in the dark Spread the truth to the youth, the ghetto joan of ark It's sad these kids put you at the head of thier throne All you give them back is raps about your bone Gettin head in your whip, a studio in your home But who cares cause you dummies all sound like clones It's a mystery to me how you got this far Can't read, can't even count the miles on your car [Hook] [Mc Lyte] Yeah, You take this easy, slow it up on them I feel the animosity Loosen up the grip when I shoot from the lip, I hear it constantly "Yo Lyte kick that same shit you did in '86" I can't do that, I'm too evolved too big to stay small In a world full of problems, especially the U.S just can't solve them My data too robust they can't feel where I'm headed How I keep the mind, spirit and the body all connected Respected by many and any that want to test Bring them Timbos and leave home that pretty mini dress I'm a viking I'm fighting until the death of me As god blows breathe in me, I leave the legacy Lyte as a Rock! [Hook] Kickin’ 4 Brooklyn[Hook] Kick this one for Brooklyn (Cha) (cha) (cha) Kick this one for the 90s (Boom) (cha-cha) Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ (Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom) [Verse 1] Now I was rockin' this party in the 90s, Brooklyn You know where the people get hype 'll rock a party from Friday to Saturday night 48 hours done, and I still hold the mic I try to put you down and say that I'm through But they give it back to me and say, "Continue" That's the thing about Brooklyn, they never get enough Of the rap and the music and all the good stuff That makes your life worth livin' for Respect is the crowd, the crowd that I draw Never am I dissed, and never ever shall I be Ain't a MC alive that can deal with me And if you think you're the one that can deal with this Well, you ah - best prepare for a big fat dis [Hook] Kick this one for Brooklyn (Cha) (cha) (cha) Kick this one for the 90s (Boom) (cha) (cha) Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ (Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom) [Verse 2] Now I was chillin' in Flatbush, mindin' my own When a girl walked up with a chrome microphone She said, "Hey, MC Lyte, I heard about you So here's the microphone, let's see what you can do" So I took the microphone and I threw it to the ground Cause I need no assist when it comes to gettin' down When I start to rap, she start to shake She knew to confront me was truly a mistake So she picked the microphone off the grey concrete And before I turned around, she was down the street [Hook] Now kick this one for Brooklyn (Cha) (cha) (cha) Kick this one for the 90s (Boom) (cha-cha) Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ (Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom) [Verse 3] Now when I'm on the stage, everyone starts starin' Is it what I'm sayin', or is it what I'm wearin'? 50/50 chance it's what I'm sayin' And at the same time what my deejay is playin' If you can get hype and sort of like loud Yo, K-Rock, kick this one for the crowd I been to lots of parties, mostly Uptown And one thing I noticed: young people get down So hip-hoppers, hip-hoppers, from all around Get with the funky sound [Hook] Kick this one for Brooklyn (Cha) (cha) (cha) Now kick this one for the 90s (Boom) (cha-cha) Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ (Boom) (cha-cha-cha) (Boom) (cha-cha-cha) (Boom) (cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-chack) Like a VirginFifteen years old, thought I was in love I was never told, sex is like drugs Too much'll drive you crazy -- in fact The brother was so good, had me comin back Took my virginity, like he took my heart I had to find the Lyte, he left me in the dark All alone, no one to be with And the brothers they ask me why I riff I got hard, grew a shell upon my back I had to get a grip, to keep my life intact I had to let em know, Lyte is not fragile Cause if they think this, brothers can get - foul They'll use, bruise and abuse Dump your ass and be sure to choose The next fresh fish that steps into the place If they desire, they forgot your face Lovin them and leavin them, that was their reasonin Thinkin he was pleasin you, when he was just TEASIN you Summer was over, back in school He said come over, that would be cool I said OK, it's been a year now Some even asked why, some even asked how Could you wait that long, for me to be with it Some said yo Hobbes, you're never gonna get it But then the time came, you and I both came Things would soon change, never would they be the same Before this afternoon, took place I was in love, I walked around in space I'd rush home from school just to speak to you Talk for an hour, maybe even two We'd just laugh though, nothing serious I guess back then, you were just curious To see what I was like, just to touch my flesh I could be wrong though, that's my first guess .. You was in your house, I was in mine As long as we were chattin on the line, it was fine All alone, yet talkin on the phone If you got bored you felt your bone And as bad as I am, I talked you through every stroke -- Lyte ain't no joke! You've been beggin for some time, for me to come visit You never got mad though, if I wasn't widdit But this day was different, I was feelin in the mood For some slow type of groove or some soul food In other words sex, yeah that's better I threw on the Jordache, the Izog sweater That was in style then, come on don't laugh Sergio's, Lee's, you wore those in the past Anyway I arrived, twenty past five He'd been hypin himself, sayin he was quite live I said here's your chance, show me some romance We begin to slow dance, off with his pants BOOM it was over, damn that was quick Too bad little homey had a widdle widdle *HORN* The only one I've seen, cause yo he was the first But since I've had others, damn he was the worst I was in love though, that didn't matter Nothin you could say, could ever shatter My world, take it away, just a young little girl Oh well He stepped, jet, family moved Leavin me in the mood for some soul food Damn I felt hurt, just like a jerk Would somebody PLEASE just mush my face in dirt So I can hide, from the whole fuckin world WHAT THE FUCK IS LOVE, such a naive girl! Suppose I got pregnant, damn I'd be lost My mom woulda kicked me out to live with Jack Frost I guess I'm lucky though, lonely for sure Waitin for the fucker to come knockin at my door I didn't hold my breath though, I might be dead Yo 45, next time I'll use my head Keep On, Keepin’ On (Remix)[Intro: Delite] Remix, check it out [Verse 1: MC Lyte] B-boy, where the fuck you at? I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper Before I make you suffer, that's when you had enough-a Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot? Surely I can if you the man I get loose and produce large amounts of juice Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy To enter me and get it on You're getting warm I can feel you getting closer Now baby, down this Mimosa You better believe it's time to give a toast to The woman of the decade, too bad to be played Get vexed and I'm bound to throw shade All over your body Who's body, your body I can rock a party like nobody Leaving time to take home the loot Choosy about who I let knock my boot Now let me take sight while your loving the Lyte Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right [Chorus: Xscape] Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world A love brand new [Verse 2: MC Lyte] Beware of the stare when I step the piece I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released Now who from the chosen shall I choose? Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes I found me a new nigga this year That knows how to handle this here Now I look forward to going home at night Brother does me right, under the candlelight Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that A-yes, I can, can or why not If I wanna, yes, I can, can More honey than a bumblebee hive Pulling sixty-nine ways out my archive Sweet like licorice, sugar for my booga Juicy like Hi-C or an Icee I got shit to make your ass write a bad check 'Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat Beat on my drum if you feel the need to As I proceed to open up and feed you I got a longing to put you where you wanna be Ven aqui and I'll get rid of all company [Chorus: Xscape] Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world A love brand new [Verse 3: MC Lyte] Many have tried strict regulations Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation Those that didn't perform well They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell You're playing with my time, trying to jerk me Hurt me then desert me, you better work me While you got the opportunity To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E Only the strong survive, only the wise excel Once said by my born-in-hell Only the lonely die slowly Left all alone try to control me Easy does it never ask how was it Never speak my info of my sheets in the streets 'Cause that ain't cool, and that ain't cute To talk about who knocked the boot on a video shoot But it's all good though, you gotta get it when you want it Sight your prey, make your move and hop up on it It's natural, never be ashamed Fuck the fame, get the name, and kick the game [Chorus: Xscape] (All you gotta do is) Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world A love brand new Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world Keep on keepin' on You came and you changed my world A love brand new Keep on keepin' on [Outro: Xscape & Delite] It's the remix, uh Yes, baby, uh Ya don't stop It goes on and on and ya don't stop Just keep it on Keep on keepin' on Uh, yes, yes, y'all You came and you changed my world A love brand new Keep on keepin' on 2000, uh, 2000, 2000 watts Keep on keepin' on Ride Wit MeLytro, yeah, hm, yo Yeah, fuck the rest be, nobody can test me Rich like Nestle, thick like Wesley Snipe out, I'm the type that be about Crashin' up in ya joint and knockin' the lights out Feelin' lovely, trust me, I'm drug free Only chewed on bringing out the thug in me Cos you sittin' on my nerves, when we've already heard That garbage, played-out crap you call rap Some chicks say they love that, well I'm above that Calling me a ho won't do it's two, double O two And my crew roll thick like BIG Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and Rollin' with the shelter, making niggas jail free Like a Luger, I spit thick shit That a leave ya squad sick, cos I ran up in this shit Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Still got the little frame with the big name Watch it change cos, nah nigga, we ain't in the same gang We walk different and we talk a different slang You a sidekick, and I'm a four point six range You a one roof flat, I'm fifty acres of land In Jamaica with your man laid up, gettin' a tan Thought you knew, I'm overdue And you're overrated so cats are over you I inspired you, come on now, no way ? that rumour, the consumer won't believe it anyway Never play with the messenger, Head on Joan of Arc When I'm coming through these parts like just cut the dark I'm a trendsetter, go getter, bringer back Cos I'm fed up, ready to get a set up Oh you scurred, vision blurred Cos I serve these words And pitch them bitches with a curse Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Yo what I'm sayin I've been layin' waitin' for the right situation New York hawk city playin', back in the BK bomber Niggas in the hood call me Lyte But brothers call me Lana Moorer the high scorer Play fool if you wanna, we closin' after quarter I started it and I shut the shit down Sit down, don't nobody move, I'm making haters quit now Been a long time coming but I'm running with the torch Race, got a lot a rats but I can't be caught, or bought Cos I won't sell out, that's why me and the big dogs, we fell out Not with a major, but I'm still major league Crash ya dome with this ? then watch your nose bleed You want it, you can get it anytime Cos I got many lines for niggas of any kind, you know me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Can You Dig ItI got the charm and the wit of a pop hit But I'm street.. "Catch the beat" Don't drop it, just don't stop it Don't you dare step off the topic That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind The whole three four five six seven eight nine In the pocket, burstin in the air are rockets Creatin lots of Lyte -- get it? How many different ways can I say it? Piano Man, how many ways can you play it? I spell it out, the L-Y-T-E Without a doubt.. "Got to be funky!" And it damn sho' nuff is It gotta be like that, in this rough biz Of music, baby, use it or lose it What's funky is funky, you can't refuse it I got a grip on the groove and it won't move An inch until I pinch this party "Can you dig it?" "Right on" "Right on!" (4X) It's my style, love it, or lump it It's my beat, pass it or pump it And it thumps, like a heartbeat And when it gets old, it won't get weak It'll get stronger, much stronger Long live the King, but the Lyte lives longer It's well argumented and well documented I hold the title of the best, you can't prevent it With a ten foot pole, you can't hold em Born to be wild is what a song once told me Was my destiny, so I strive to be the best Lo and behold.. Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them Every song I sing, a national anthem Is there a message in my music? If I can do it -- you can do it! "Can you dig it?" "Right on" "Right on!" (8X) The L, Y, T, E, has to make "funky funky funky hit records" Constantly! So in the advent of an event I have to invent a dope style comment I come off with flyin colors I keep my own identity, compared to no others It's hard to do, but I pull it through Cause I'm Lyte the MC, that's what I do The body snatcher, yo I gots to catch a MC head up, bring on a batch of New ones, so I can systematically do em The old ones, HUH, I already been through em Two by two, I do em like Noah Yes you know the time, so let's go The bottom line, is I'm funk bound K-Rock and Master T, let's get down "Can you dig it?" "Right on" "Right on!" (8X) Have U Ever[Hook] Have you ever, ever in your long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the Lyte (Repeat) [Verse 1] As I zoom with the Z down the Avenue Who it be, me less the crew Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo I'm makin moves, that's smoother than The cream or the sweat from a wet dream Drippin wit Vaseline My Mabeline left a ring on the scene I got mad peeps down with the tag team Listen you couldn't front it you want to Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to Looking at my tag it's about that time For you to get yours, for me to get mine I got our shit poppin wheelies like a Ninja The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter My placenta is on high overload, my complete context Can get so complex, I might explode On the scene, like a nuclear bomb While the children scream, I'm yelling: "Ring the alarm" [Hook] Have you ever, ever in your long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the Lyte (Repeat) [Verse 2] This is going out to all the ruffnecks And hood rats, Jermaine hit me off with the track Yo Brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at I be the stage wrecker, rhyme manifester Feel the pressure, coming Straight off Elektra, the shit that be Kicking is off the wall crazy You can't see, what I can see cause you're Blind baby, born a slave die a slave Representing from the cradle to the grave Cause we living in the last day, coming through your TV in 3-D It's the Lyte representing for the female species Letting em know that they can't even [Hook] Have you ever, ever in your long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the Lyte (Repeat) [Verse 3] What do we have here, an impostor Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em Rap my collapse, when they attack And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it Speak it like I see it It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it I take the form of the rain in a storm As I get warm, like the rays of the sun Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome You to the terrordome, the unknown zone A Million miles away from home The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs Or the universe erupt I'ma be the one to lights this motherfucker up [Hook] Have you ever, ever in your long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the Lyte (Repeat) Break it Down(chorus) (G. Salah) Let's break it down... Let's break it down... Let's break it down... Let's break it down, break it down x2 Verse 1 (India) Now it's India, India, I get into ya, styles I got plenty 'a I'm bout it bout it, you know my ones stay crowded Fuck around and doubt it, and get that ass louded The future me, 2003, ultra magnetic, this MC... (MCs, MCs, MCs freeze) I'm not afraid of you niggas, I'm ready for the masses I keep it tight like spandex do asses Palmer's cocoa butter for the ashes, while Chanel laces up my lashes Uh oh no, stop! It don't get hot because I locked it Got it, give me 6 million like you gave 2Pac it Hot forever 'coz that's how I plotted (chorus) Verse 2 (G. Salah) I'm that R rated nigga from the films with mistique With taste from the hamptoms but still street Don't sleep I reach the ghetto to elite Blessed with the vocals gifted with the feet Pretty nigga, pearly white teethe I can't for now 'coz my mind says from Asia I'm unreachable, fuck a portable and pager Made nigga, no time for posin', leavin' niggas like Moses Front and get swollen The black italian G. Salah the chosen I beat you down with love get you stuck frozen 'Coz I talk shit like caches, and I backs it Can you match this my magic Catcy like habits, digest and swallow The G. Salah tablet baby, wah you beautiful (chorus) Verse 3 (MC Lyte) I resonate like 808s but with a ill tone Lyte the oddesy, full blown ]From Cali to Medina, the head turner, Tina Belle Venezuela, rockin' Argentina Hot like heaters, swift like cheeters ]From where I stand grass remains greener (Let me tell you 'bout a girl, maybe I shouldn't I met her in Brooklyn, and her shit is always cookin') See I be flowin' yes constantly That's why the cabbage that I stack is deep winter green And the way that I be hittin', unlike any other sister, I get into your System, man I make you listen I give, give back 10 fold, Lana on the ill trio India, Gio, we know it's broke down so let's blow (chorus till fade...) Not Wit’ a Dealer[ performed by MC Lyte and Milk Dee ( ) ] A friend of mine (Which one?) Cecilia (Yeah?) has a man (so?) a dealer (Which one?) Born - Born Supreme You know the type (Yeah, I know what you mean) Gold and cars (cars and gold The more he got, yo, the more he sold He told her he loved her (Huh, gased her head) Her love he bought just to warm his bed I tried to tell her, but it went out the other ear She didn't wanna hear, what I had to say She just replied this way (Girl, I love him, he treats me so good He gets much respect in my neighborhood) I cram to understand why she wants this man (Yo, he sold the crack to Sam...) [ Chorus ] (I used to be in love...) But not with a dealer (I used to be in love...) I know how it feels (I used to be in love...) You make love while he makes deals The story gets worse, they threaten her life A guy walked on her (Yo, come here) with a knife And said (Being with Born is a big mistake It's a shame your life I have to take If you leave him now, you'll be alright If not, you won't make it through the night) She came to me and said (Lyte, what do I do?) Forget about Born, or else you're through (Ahh...) She said (But, but I love him!) Hm, I wonder Is love worth bein six feet under? Nope (And that's on the real tip) I think it's time you skip Town (Hey girl, don't hang around Or else you'll be goin -) [ Chorus ] Miss C said (No, I'm stayin with my man He stands by me, so I too must stand) Girl, you're stupid, you're gonna take a fall ( *phone rings* ) and then she received a call (Hello? Listen, baby, they got a contract on me I know because Brian warned me I'm outta here, goin back to Cali Grab your stuff and meet me in the alley) She grabbed her stuff, the gold and the cash Headed for the door in a flash She said (I'm outta here) Now wait just a minute You know he's a dealer, his windows are tinted (Naw) He has truck jewelry, and no job (So?) Carries ducats in ??? (So what?) Now hell the hell does he get these things? (I don't know!) The Gucci, the Louis, the Polo rings (Yeah?) Dealers are bad news, take it from Lyte They say they kill you, and they might (You're right, Lyte, you tell no lie Just let me go say good-bye) She ran down the stairs in a minute or more I heard a thunderous roar ( *shots* ) Born and Cecilia - killed by Uzis See why it pays to be choosy? [ Chorus ] Everyday[Hook:] Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Off the top see me and want to serve Just thinkin about what they need Ain't that some nerve, now look here 24 hours and 7 whole days, I demand my respect I demand my praise, everyday that I wake I gotta have everything done with no mistakes I take it incredibly slow don't try to rush me No means no, I never said a no that meant yes Other women get taken for granted I guess I got a wish list that must be fulfilled And you gets none until I get my toes sucked And my eyebrows pluked I need my car waxed and floor shellac I need my back rubbed and da bubbles in the tub That float to the bed so that we can make love [Hook] It ain't to ask for when I come off tour to have my truck washed Or my body massaged, all the bills paid i send home All my dough and you being my man it just ain't for show All the lovey dovey yeah that is sweet But honey bunny you gotta earn your keep But don't sleep cause I need a lot of shit done And cold harded yeah check out whatever is clever And get to stepping if you know somthing better If not, then respect whatcha got Meanwhile I got a new ride at the lot Pick it up and bring it back to the spot This is how we do it this is how we do it now, everyday I need it done in a special way baby, tell them how it goes [Hook] On the real I need a man that understands me and Realizes the reality: I'm in the MC industry which means I want to live lovely I gotta make money Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got If it's too hot nigga, then raise up out my spot If it's my trade i made up the black ace of spade Alone in the world it's me you can't fade It's my life, I do it my way You don't like my way? Then hit the highway See I'm special not because I'm MC lyte, but because I'm a women with the gift to bear life, it's done Yes I've rested my case now run pick up my dermalogical For my face this is how it goes down everyday I need it done in a special way baby [Hook] When in Love[only vocal parts feat. MC Lyte are shown] When in Love (3X) When in love you might cuss and fuss and fight But at the end of the night, everything is alright Drips of tears turn into drops of sweat It'll only get as wet as I let it baby I love hard, I've done some effed up things From kicking them in the Nerfs, to throwin away his ring So if you love me, love me and stay with me But you can walk if your plan is to play me I'm not embarassed, nor am I ashamed To say once in the past, I've been gamed But that was then, and this is now And there's no way damn it, there's no how Although you gotta go through the good and the bad Pray to the one up above it's not a fad You'll do some crazy things when in love Those in love know what I'm speakin of When in Love When in love you do things that are strange Look back and say, "I must have been deranged!" I'm talkin like pickin your lover's nose Cooking his food and washing his clothes And if you thought that was goin too far What about givin him the keys to your car? You could be partyin and havin a ball But you stop and check your messages to see if he called How about sittin in the house all night Waitin for the phone to ring -- that ain't right! But you do it anyway cause you love him to death And if he was dyin, you'd give your last breath You gotta go through the good and the bad Pray to the one up above it's not a fad You'll do some crazy things when in love Those in love know what I'm speakin of When in Love (2X) When in love you go out your way to please him Wait outside his job, hope that you see him And guys buy girls some serious things Like two-seater cars and diamond rings I know what happens, she got you strung Guess it doesn't matter long as you're having fun Love'll make you do some crazy things Meet a married man and then have a fling Like Babyface said, "Love makes things happen" It's most important, to hear what I'm rappin Someone in love better take your time Cause love sometimes make one commit crimes Although you gotta go through the good and the bad Pray to the one up above it's not a fad You'll do some crazy things when in love Those in love know what I'm speakin of When in Love (6X) Better PlaceHave you ever Had someone close to you die I know you wanna cry But keep your head up high And remember (remember) They're in a better place (in heaven) Up there somewhere far away And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day I know you keep them in your heart That special part. Didn't care to share Thought he'd always be there But he had to go. It was his time to fly Though he struggled to live See we all gotta die Don't question why It's just how life goes It just happened to be your number one homie that God chose Your sadness shows, your woes, your sorrows But keep in mind the sun will shine tomorrow Now he's gotta halo, an everlasting glow And it's painful but only God knows What's next on the agenda (yeah) Either way you gotta return to sender But while you're here you gotta keep ya head up Moving on your life and never let up Let the past be the inspiration to get up Tell the devil he's a liar and ya feed up c'mon Have you ever Had someone close to you die I know you wanna cry But keep your head up high And remember (remember) They're in a better place (in heaven) Up there somewhere far away And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day Release and let go the fault wasn't ours She was called upon by a much higher power What's important for us all to understand We're just little pieces in God's big plan so Hold on when I tell you hold on, stay strong and it won't be long Till you see your little boy again your mommy again your brother again Your best friend Sometimes you just wanna ball out his name Seem like your sun don't shine the same, but you gotta maintain Remain sane, know you're not to blame But while you're here You gotta keep your head up Keep moving on your life and never let up Let the past be the inspiration to get up Tell the devil he's a liar and ya feed up c'mon Have you ever Had someone close to you die I know you wanna cry But keep your head up high And remember (remember) They're in a better place (in heaven) Up there somewhere far away And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day I know it's hard living life after death Sometimes hard to see what you got left Now you're feelin' lost don't know what to do Don't let the demons out there try to fool you Give it all to God he'll pull you through Jehovah'll make a witness out of you You know it's true, but it's hard to realize That God's still there when your best friend dies They'll be times when you just fall apart Just remember to keep them always in your heart Let the tears fall it's okay to cry Try to understand it's his time to fly There's a time when a spirit to say peace and release From a body that's left deceased You've got to know there's so much more than what's right here Have no fear Have you ever Had someone close to you die I know you wanna cry But keep your head up high And remember (remember) They're in a better place (in heaven) Up there somewhere far away And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day Ad lib and repeat chorus 2x Brooklyn(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) [ VERSE 1 ] I got the intro along with the cash flow Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos Yeah, I'm hard, I get sexy like Veronica I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender Ask him who's been in, shit is like tender If he didn't like it, then return to sender He didn't do that, it's too fat, he remembers Never ever have I ever said I was good lookin Just one bad-ass bitch from Brooklyn Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks Makin niggas drop whenever we hit the block They hear 'Brooklyn', and we up to no good Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood Timbos scuffed up, sess bein puffed up Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 2 ] I got the rhythm that'll rip up shows Blow down foes, they kill at will to get a taste of my flow Vocally I rock locally and worldwide Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried Cause when you come from where I come from You gotta be tough Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin tricks I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J For givin up the props to the girls around the way It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam in the park If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc Cause we get down when it comes to a jam Just watch your backpocket, keep a eye on the man If your town is like my town, you don't wanna mess around Wind up gettin bagged up, beat down Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 3 ] Everyhwere that I step they know my rep Cause I'm sayin and doin ill shit they won't forget Breakin down doors, although I never break laws Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour Comin hard for your section, slow up Live in the flesh and about to blow up So yo, come down, and then get the fuck up Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you're booked You gotta be hard, cause I ain't with softies Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this So come with your game, cause you can't be lame As soon as you walk, I'm forgettin your name As long as you know all that enter are equal Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people Peace to my people on the east coast Peace to my people on the west Peace to the people up north Peace to the people down south Peace to the people in Brooklyn Peace to the people in the Bronx Peace to my people in Compton Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in Detroit Peace to my people in Houston Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Boston Peace to my people in Jersey Peace to my people in Georgia Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Richmond Peace to my people in Cali Peace to my people in Queens Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in the islands Peace to my people on the beach Peace to my people in Miami Peace to my people I send peace to my people (You know the place) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) Keep it Movin’[Intro: MC Lyte] Yeah, hmm-huh Hmm-huh, Yeah [Verse 1: MC Lyte] Yeah She's arrived, Miss Hotness All up in the limo, yeah me and my partners Got a lot of dough like it's supposed to be They smell it and they want to come close to me They see me at the club try approaching me Sending notes to me, want to toast to me Stop, I got a lot of history That you need to know before you start kissing me I'm a libra and if you tip my scales You'll be riding on the third rail ready to bail, shhhh I give them hell when they copy my sounds Trying to rock me 'round when they be knocking me downtown Quick to bed, want to know what I said Off the top of the head cause I'm living on the edge Ain't that rough now you know what's up It's the ride of your life, now buckle up, come on [Chorus: Payne & (MC Lyte)] You got to be special to get down with me If you're not (If you're not) Keep it movin' (Keep it movin') All the negativity don't bring that to me If you are (If you are) Keep it movin' (Keep it movin') [Verse 2: MC Lyte] Ain't no mediocre here, you're dealing with the top When you're coming for my spot, I'm as light as a rock When you enter my world, well bring the whole house down I'm the chosen girl with the golden sound I'm feisty, ain't nobody as nice as me Precisely, killing them all softly when they shiesty Got crazy ways to stay crazy paid So all lazy days my seeds don't fade away I got rhymes that be late for those that want to play Rhymes on lay-way for those who can't pay I switch mode Wild West episode, overload Everybody wants to know a horse like Rowe Gitty up, put your money where your tongue rest Is it Jane West or Loveless I guess it will be the last man on the street Holding the heat, standing in middle of the street, come on Repeat 1 (2x) [Verse 3: MC Lyte] Keep it on them Case closed, everyone knows I'm the best at what I do So you better never doze I rock your bulge and those MC's That any track no room to breath Ain't no replacing me, stop chasing me Not knowing how to act when you're facing me Oh you wanna roll with me, ride shotgun Look hun do you got more to drop some Can't hustle with the hustler Bout to go up in your mouth Get your jugular, I strategize and lock them in Box them in so tight they need oxygen Ooh please you're not next to me Baby icons keeping you guessing b If you've never been impressed by me Just mess with me, that's the recipe To get blessed from me Repeat 1 (2x) [Bridge: MC Lyte & (Payne)] All that right there (Keep it movin') For all you non-believers (Keep it movin') If you not on my level (Keep it movin') I ain't got time for that there (Keep it movin') Repeat 1 [Bridge: MC Lyte & (Payne)] If you're not nice with yours (Keep it movin') Talking that yang put it on pause (Keep it movin') If you not about them papers (Keep it movin') You catch up with me lataz (Keep it movin') [Outro: Payne] Keep it movin' Repeat 2 till end Eyes are the Soul[Verse 1] He knows he's leaving, not much time left Holding on to his very last breath I saw him last week, nervous and uptight Losing sleep, stays up all night Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed To push in the bush but took his time To get to know the girl he slapped skins with Shared needles with Wish he could go back, change the direction But now he's got the infection I spoke to him, gave him inspired words I'm sure he's heard Live by the sword, die by the sword What's left, pray to the oh Lord You can deny but the truth will unfold Because the eyes are the soul Eyes are the soul.. Eyes are the soul.. [Verse 2] I look into his eyes, but he's so high From the crack, he thinks that he can fly He has problems he doesn't like solving Takes one hit, and thinks the world stops revolving 19, his eyes full of tears He hasn't smiled at least for a year His mom is gone cause he was high one night Robbed and killed her, because of the crack pipe He's wanted by the law Because he's robbed at least three grocery stores He's lost, all control Take a look, eyes are the soul Eyes are the soul.. Eyes are the soul.. Eyes are the soul.. [Verse 3] I look into her eyes, she's so young But I know, where she's comin from I've watched her grow, little girl down the street White shirts and skirts with pleats She cried, fear in her voice Not knowing, she had a choice Oh so sad, oh so lonely If she knew that she's not the only One in school that didn't use the caution Facin, raisin a baby or abortion Her mother said she had to leave Who wants to be where a baby is not received No ultimatum, she's goin to the G.Y.N To put it to an end She's learned a lesson I suppose I can tell, eyes are the soul Eyes are the soul.. Eyes are the soul.. Eyes are the soul.. MC Lyte Likes Swingin’[Verse 1] I may come on strong but that's what you like You like a female MC who can handle the mike How do I know? Because you told me so You instantly prefer a pro to supervise the show So that's why I'm here, don't mean to make a case of it This rap here, well, it's just for the taste of it I write the rap to make the whole world sing And I'm the type of female, well, I like to swing [Hook] MC Lyte likes swingin [Verse 2] Party people in the place, since you started the case Of a demonstration, I need concentration So you can make a full examination Then you will agree that I'm the best MC And so is my deejay on the tables, Rock This is the best jam that you could get The rap by Lyte and the beat by Stetsa (Beat by Stetsa) (beat by Stetsa) Never turn it down, cause it's what you requested Any mike I hold, you know the big man pressed it Sole believer in the rap I say You believe it too, that's why you never walk away You like the way I do it, you like my style Study me like a book, cause you know I'm worth your while Expressions on my face show you just how I feel Add a rap to my gestures, now you know the deal [Hook] MC Lyte likes swingin [Verse 3] Cause yo, I am the best and that I'll boast Sit down and be the guest, and I'll be the host It's wack to those that know and those that do not Like 'Coke is it' I hit the spot Like 'good vibrations', I'm like Sunkist The rap is smooth, cause it's sealed with chapstick Not gonna say that I been rappin since the day of birth But I've acquired the knowledge like Ms. Butterworth Ask me what's important, I tell you time and effort Ask me how I do it, it's Lyte's special method Yeah, Lyte is good, Bud Lite's good for ya I'm exciting just like Toyota 2 Young 4 What"I'm the dopest female.." "I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.." [MC Lyte] I'm too old? What's with that crap? Come on now brother, age is just a number Anyway what matters is your state of mind And if you give me some time I'll make your heart all mine I don't like pushin and I don't like rushin But most of all I don't like fussin So come on now sweetie why don't ya stop frontin Besides older folks come equipped for good lovin Are you really serious? Age really matters? I thought telling you this, you would be flattered Well I guess I was wrong cause you still ain't widdit .. oh well, forget it, nope nope But don't you dare touch me, you said you wasn't widdit You waited too long now, Lyte is not havin it I coulda showed you things, taught you how to explore My question is, what are you too young for? I coulda shown you things that you never seen before Took you all around on my wild world tour But you're too young, too young to have fun .. oh well, I'm done "I'm the dopest female.." "I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.." .. "I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.." [MC Lyte] It may sound nasty and it may sound mean But I'm into little boys that are about seventeen I don't know why, but they put up a fight And hot damn that excites the MC Lyte Cause yo I love a young buck, that give a firm {fuck} But once in a while, they become lovestruck But that's okay though, cause I can handle them I love young boys on the brink, of being young men I mold em, shape em, make em then I break em in They get the job done, I make em get the job done Well, swell, make em kiss and tell All of their friends around the neighborhood That Lyte is GOOD, soul food GOOD So tell me honey, are you ready to score? Again I'll ask, what are you too young for? "I'm the dopest female.." "I'm the dopest female.." .. "I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.." "I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.." [MC Lyte] Last but not least yo here's a description Hard workin, not one that sells prescription So if you're in school, that's okay Get straight A's and I'll be back on Friday You won't miss me, you know where to find me And these words I will say finally Never let age, restrict you from whatcha wanna do Whether you're young or ninety-two So if you're seventeen or around that age.. .. baby come to the stage And if I didn't change your mind I'd find that odd So when I ask this, think hard.. "Call me the Master.." "Call me the Master.." "Swingin with Master T.." Lyte vs. Vanna Whyte[MC Lyte] Oh, oh my goodness I can't believe it um I'll just take a Sony gold microphone That's what I'd like And a Yamaha REX50 digital effects processor Yeah And a Toshiba TX900 PCM for my DJ (?) And on that (?) computer with uh (?) And a set of JBL JBL speakers Oh my goodness a four channel noise gate I want a four channel noise gate I'm dying for a four channel noise gate And a DVX compressor limit Oh wait a minute Forget...just forget it Oh my goodness Just give me that dress The dress that Vanna's wearing I'd like the dress that Vanna's wearing Oh just nevermind, just give me the money Take everything back, I want the money Act Like You Know* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." * [MC Lyte] Moonroof open, in the B.M Windows tinted, they can't see in.. .. they know it's me though MC Lyte, she's bigger than bolo Gusto, gusto, I got so much so You could have some, you just got to lay low Do as I say so and don't try to fess Do whatcha wanna just clean up the mess I'm here, ARRRRRRUFF, kick it in the rear Rhymes and rhymes and rhymes I gots to spare Act like you know The things that I do just ain't for show This is my living, so I am giving Everything I got if not a lot more For the people, for the buyers For all of those that seem to want to try a MC Lyte tape in your Benzi box What can I say? Hey, thanks a lot Cause I'll flip and trip and do ALL that good shit That's why the brothers, they can't get off my tip They know whose show this is Who's show is this? * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! [MC Lyte] Like I said, I'm in the B.M Swingin it solo, enjoyin my freedom Turn the radio on, nuttin but weak raps Slide the tape in, that's where it's at Look up at the sign and I see Winthrop Can't hear nuttin so I turn down the hip-hop Window down, reggae hit or somethin Now hear a little shotty go pow-pow-pow Brooklyn 90's, that's where I'm at Reached to the back seat, get the baseball hat Now I'm chillin so act like you know This is my show * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * K-Rock goes into scratching the line "Lyte that's right huh, she could win a rap fight" - Chuck D * [MC Lyte] Abra-cadabra, hocus pocus I got somethin that'll make your eyes focus Takin on the world, slammin it and bangin it Keepin it hard, but still I'm changin it Breakin all types of grounds Here comes Wolf and Epic with the new sound They get the job done The name of the year is Lyte slash Ninety-One So I'm chillin, in the B.M Waitin for those, that might see in Straighten my jacket, fix my hair Turn up the system, as I prepare To let the whole wide world know This is my show Now that I've schooled you and put you up on the scoop Posse or massive, solo or group Take it in stride, it's an inside Top secret heavy duty type of thing that I'm swingin I got the key to success but I won't press I'm sure that I can relieve you, of the stress If you ad-mit, and just per-mit Me to go for mine and drop a line and ex-it So just agree with me and simply act like you know This is my show! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * Act like you know! * fades out * Please Understand(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (James Mtume) : Understand what? [ VERSE 1 ] I met a guy named Tommy, damn, he charmed me Met him at the mall, but I knew he wouldn't harm me We exchanged numbers, hopin to meet again We couldn't wait for the romance to begin The relationship grew strong I didn't wanna be right if this love was wrong But oh no, came the problems, the first segment The dumb kid went and got some girl pregnant The second segment: started wheelin and dealin Didn't give a damn about how Lyte was feelin But then he got wise, started treatin me better Cause all of his friends said I was a go-getter He knew he was usin me, and abusin me He also knew that soon he'd be losin me First I clocked him, yeah, I docked him But I rocked him - and then I dropped him (Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (James Mtume) : Understand what? [ VERSE 2 ] Then there was Dave, couldn't behave So I punished him and put him in my "Lyte as a Rock" cave Then he got bold, tried to play insane So Bigfoot threw him off my "Paper Thin" train He tried to "10% Dis" me, but he pissed me off Cause I'm the boss, and you know I'm not havin it Lyte is too dope, and you know I ain't crabbin it Then there was Henry, way too friendly I needed a trip, he said he would send me Pay my airfare, if he could come with me I said, "Listen, honey, I don't need your money Believe me when I tell you, I've got my own Cause I'm MC Lyte on the microphone" Yeah (Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (James Mtume) : Understand what? [ VERSE 3 ] Here's another story: a dude named Corey When I used to work, yes, I was a clerk At the World Trade Center, back in high school This little player musta thought I was a fool He took me out to lunch, offered me a ride home When we got there, he asked could he use my telephone I said, "Yeah, sure", flipped him to the floor Cause he said "What's up?" and tried to feel my butt I kicked him down the stairs and said, "What you're provin?" Rolled him to his car and said, "Get movin!" He tried to score it, I wasn't goin for it You can't play me, I'm Lyte Thee MC Never saw his face again until last week All beat up and bleedin down the street I looked to my left, there was a girl with a pipe in her hand Sayin, "Why oh why can't you understand?" (Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand! (James Mtume) : Understand what? Lyte Thee MC[MC Lyte] From now on it's not MC Lyte Listen up, everybody, it's Lyte Thee MC Tackling, anyone, who tries to stop me From fulfilling, the ultimate, the ultimate goal Suckers takin up room on the microphone I do pay for crowds, move over, stop stalkin me I feel like I'm drownin and fans are just stompin me Bigfoot! Should we buck the uncivilized But I'm so tame I don't, mean to criticize But why you sweatin we don't, go together Especially if I'm muggy in the rainy kind of weather [Chorus: chop up this phrase] "Listen up, everybody, it's Lyte Thee MC" [MC Lyte] Competition I take it as good for the soul Pull back the microphone, let my arms unfold Release all the anger, all the aggravation Convert it into words just sorta like a conversation I am the talker, you're just the listener Talk and I'll ignore you, is it that offensive to you? The problem is you can't understand The logic in my rap you can't comprehend so you Merely step aside, what all, call the weak But you'll also step aside when I'm, comin down the street You'll give me lots of room, to whistle and walk And then everything is silent just in case I wanna talk But I, I never do, small talk I like to hear Other girls rap and you say that I'm whack~?! Comin from a female that is totally dedicated Every rhyme I say you ought to appreciate it And if not I'll tell you like I told my neighbor Dana Betty What? You ain't ready For a fly female emcee you just ain't ready [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Competition I take it as food for the mind Past experience from the future, is the best kind Of advice that you could EVER receive from another Whether it's a stranger or your night time lover Sorry silly rabbits, Trix are for kids Brings back memories of the things that I did Played jokes on suckers, just for fun But now I'm much older, those days are done Everything is business, forget about games You see cause once I'm finished, you're gonna know my name Is Lyte and in Brooklyn, Brooklyn's where I'm chillin Better known as the emcee villain No I'm not good but I'm not bad either Come into your life it can't get no liver [Chorus] [MC Lyte] So now, competition is taken out of my vocabulary I don't vary, I bury Steppin up is like diggin your grave So sucker emcees you ought to save All the mess you be talkin, meanwhile hawkin When I'm on the stage, audience watchin Suckers in the corners just keep on clockin The way I hold the mic, the stance I use The rhymes I recite and the beat I choose But it's not your fault because you don't know better You see green I wear you go buy the same sweater You look me up and down sight the jeans name brand You go to Macy's and for hours you stand On line just to buy what you saw Lyte wearin Don't try to lie homegirl I caught you starin Cause yo, the beat is dope and the rhymes are kickin I'm the chickenhawk and you are the chicken [Chorus] Big Bad SisterAhhh yeah Brooklyn's in the house, so come on now Brooklyn's in the house Yo, Staten Island is in the house Staten Island is in the house And let me hear you say Queens is in the house Come on now, Queens is in the house Long Island is in the house, say what? Long Island is in the house, yeah The Bronx, is in the house, uhh The Bronx is in the house let me hear you say Uptown's in the house one time Uptown's in the house Well they're falling falling but I can catch them I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them Bring them back into the real rap attack Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack 45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh) Tell the silly mothers that we don't give a.. I'm not a psychic, but you can tell your sidekick In ninety-one, Lyte is kickin some fly.. Take it from me, or could you really take it? And if you got away with it, would you really make it In the world of hip-hop, frontin like you're me? C'mon now Hobbes, that I could never see So just step aside, and feel it tonight Cause comin to a store near you is MC Lyte {45 King scratches "Who's that bad?"} I'm bigger than bolo, see I go solo Broader than broad, see how I soared The big bad sister from around your way I'm not tall but I'm small don't matter what I weigh I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mind I get hip with the hop I'm the tip from the top I go all out, you never see me fall out Although you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout {"No!!"} Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one Funky lyrics synced with MC Lyte cause I be droppin it The name the Lyte because my skin I'm blacker than black Comin right and exact, for the rap attack Some say they don't like the words I choose to use I don't give a DAMN, Lyte will never lose I ain't no sucka and I ain't into pleasin Some critic that criticizes me for no reason What's with the opinion it's a stated fact I rule the pack, from the top of the stack So FUCK the stocks and bonds I'm your new investment Pick up the album it's quite a refreshment Compared to the day to day BULLSHIT you hear Pay attention and listen I'm comin clear to the ear For all you non-believers, and you perpetrators That TALK to me now but TALK about me later It's time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrow I'm the star of today AND the star of tomorrow I'm takin out the old jacks, rippin up the new ones I don't care if it means I have to ruin I will and I shall and I get the job completed Those that don't belong they will be deleted From the rap roster, I'm not an impostor I'm comin to you live with the 45 Straight from the studio with a view.. .. in New York City {45 King scratches "I love it!"} .. I'm out *echoes* {45 King scratches "I love it!" [--] "DJ" back and forth} Party Goin’ OnIntro (Inaya) Mmmm, mmmm Oh oh, oh oh Mmmm yeah, oh yeah Mmmm, oh oh Chorus (Inaya Day) There's a party goin' on in my hotel room And you're invited, all you got to do is show up x2 (verse 1) Now we done left the venue 'coz the show was done Before we hit the hotel, make a quick run To get the Martel to add to the fun, meet me at suite room 151 BYOB, we about to kick it off Remember that party last year in the loft? This'll be better 'coz we bigger now Got mo' figures now, fit in mo' niggas now I got about 30 of the finest Ready to get flirty and down right do-dirty We got twister the dots mean a lot When you flip the dial end up with a face in your twot Stop yappin' at the DJ, that ain't right 'Coz tonight this here DJ, he gon' save my life... (woah, woah) (chorus) (verse 2) Now the people are comin', and the party is jumpin'... ... and T is on the beat box And after this song he'll rock the locks Hotel security ain't troublin' us none They partyin' with us, no badge and no gun Grown folks in the livin' room showin' out And they ain't leavin' till we kick 'em all out Strip poker, truth or dare I swear it's about to get sticky up in here Back back and forth and forth ]From New York to L.A and back to New York Of course while I'm in town it's gotta be nice On the North-East corner they're flippin' the dice Now the bubbly's poppin' all over the suite Swig on this and kick up your feet Ain't no party like an MC Lyte party 'coz an MC Lyte party don't stop, pops And this here's better than when the ball drops (chorus) (verse 3) Now here's the E-low, Jackie and Mark Done hit the back room to jump start the sparks It's gettin' all hot, now they pumpin' Beenie Man Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man You know like I know, the party don't end till I say when Now the grub is runnin' out better get it while you can Pick is gettin' low better find you a man Slow jam hit and you sittin' all alone Ain't nobody gonna take you're borin' ass home It wouldn't be fair for me to not tell you I'm the hostess of the year, keep it in the clear Yo, the party's over here, nope, the party's right here Be careful not to wear and tear the derrier Now ain't that supmthin', humpin' and a bumpin' My motto is never let 'em see you comin' A party like this can't be compared That's why it only goes down once a year... ... and we in here, yeah yeah yeah.. (chorus) x2 (Inaya Day) There's a party goin' on in my hotel room You know you gotta do, what you gotta do What you gotta do, what you gotta do... Show up baby, show up baby... What’s My Name YoIn comes the boom to the bam here I stands Make 'em all understand that I got the master plan And I'm ready to work, I go bezerk A mention to Kid Capri, and the one Red Alert now I'm Ready for the showdown, who's the lowdown? I'm in a rude mood honey you're goin down Lickity split, swallow that spit, she make it a tidbit Blows that you expected from the clique Or the group of the people that I hang with Rather my crew, my posse, my mossie It's a big thing when we hang cause we rip when we wreck When we hit, what the heck? We puttin phony niggas in check Seek what I reap; follow you'll learn or get burned I ain't afraid to buck and earn My cash flow, I get ass though Fast or slow, I got the master flow [Chorus] What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? I rip shop, I never flip-flop, I take flight From the tip-top I rule hip-hop just how I like! I just want this to be well understood I'm here to do good and not to bite on somebody's wood Years and years gone by I prepared to be paid for the rest of my decade I set up investments And never will you ever see Lyte a contestant On a Jeapordy game show Cause that's lame though, what's my name yo? It's the L to the Y to the T you know the rest I'm, truly blessed I know the route to express my Inner thoughts and now you're caught But I'ma let you proceed, cause I'ma succeed With or without you because I don't need The negativity, nor do I need the bad energy That you're tryin to give to me! [Chorus] What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? Here comes the wagon, you know I'm never braggin So what I'm XX, my pants are still saggin Boots still stompin, raisin 'em often From New York umm or should I say - Compton And back cause I'm all that I flip a track, because I'm so damn FAT! I get it loose, I got juice, I spread it I'm the best, now there, I said it Now the 4-1-1 is out And all the hip-hoppers know just what I'm talkin about! Underground I rock my sound Up top I still wreck shop So don't even talk about how I went commercial When you need to take your ass to rehearsal Your show is torn, done, ripped So until you get your show down pat, don't pop no lip Seckle that noise, don't be rowdy Cat gotta scratch, yo Mike, I'm Audi [Chorus] What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? What's my name yo? Start it Up Y’all[ Positive K ] Hey yo, who gonna start this off? [ Milk Dee ] Yo Positive, man, you start off, man [ Positive K ] Yo Lyte, won't you start it off [ Milk Dee ] Yo Lyte, you start it [ MC Lyte ] Na come on Yo Positive, won't you start up, come on [ all ] Start it up y'all, start it up y'all Sta-sta-start it up y'all Start it up y'all, start it up y'all Sta-sta-start it up y'all [ Positive K ] Well, I'm Positive [ Milk Dee ] Yo, and I am Milk Dee [ Pos K & Milk Dee ] What's your name, girl? [ MC Lyte ] They call me Lyte Thee MC [ Pos K & Milk Dee ] Well, two plus one [ Milk Dee ] That equals three Positive K, rip the m-i-c [ VERSE 1: Positive K ] Yo, here I go, there I go, where I go I don't know, but I'ma go with the flow You sow what you reap and you reap what you sow (And if you don't cut your hair you get a afro) Ah to the beat y'all (beat y'all) beat-beat y'all (beat-beat y'all) To the funk-funky beat y'all (beat y'all) Peace peace y'all (peace y'all) the way we greet y'all (greet y'all) And when you undress I hope that you're neat y'all (neat y'all) Well, I'ma start this off here simple and plain With the title I hold, my style and my name The title I hold is pimp slash rapper My style (Yo, we got to say dapper) Positive's my name, the K's in quotation When you spell it don't forget the exclamation Pep's in my step and my rep's beginning Base is loaded, the bottom of the 9th inning (Will you make a grand slam? (Yo, will it be a base hit?) Yo, whatever you do, you gonna have to face it I'm short and stocky, I hit like Rocky Don't you call me Rocky cause no one can rock me Yes, I'm single, I love to mingle (Rappers bite you) just like a Pringle Or maybe a Manwich, maybe a Snicker (Cause you kick a rhyme doesn't make you a kicker) Well, if I was DJ would I play Someone's records strictly for the pay? Like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (like y'all) Positive K don't smoke no crack y'all (crack y'all) That's how it is y'all (is y'all) that's how it is y'all (is y'all) You can ask my main man Giz y'all (Giz y'all) [ Milk Dee ] Yo Pos [ Pos K ] Yo Milk [ Milk Dee ] Yo Lyte [ MC Lyte ] Yo Pos [ all ] Here's a story about the three [ Milk Dee ] Let me tell ya, let me tell ya [ Pos K ] I'm the Positive K (y'all) [ MC Lyte ] MC Lyte [ Milk Dee ] And I'm the Milk Dee y'all [ VERSE 2: Milk Dee ] Well, I'm the M (the M) the i (the i) the l (the l) the k (what you say?) I said I came here to save the day Take you up and down like a rollercoaster Call me a bragger cause I'm a boaster MC's say I'm an MC toaster I paid my dues, I don't rap the blues You pick and choose but I headline the news A girl got knocked up and said I hit it (You did it, you did it) (He did it) (You did it) Yo, I mighta did it but I wouldn't admit it (Ah come on Milk Dee, quit it) Yo, I'll quit it but I won't stop it I wanna drop it, here's another topic Scores of hoes chillin on the ave Jealous of the Milk cause of what I have I keep pretty girls always by my side Take em for a ride so they'll abide But if I don't comb my hair I don't care I grab my hat, yo believe it's like that I ( ? ) she thought I was a capper I slapped her (he slapped her) for bein dumb You know Brooklyn, Brooklyn is where I'm from But since I'm here I'm gonna drop a dime (So what's up with Hammer?) Yo, Hammer can't rhyme And .357 is a bunch of hoes You can ask Giz (Gizmo knows) Yo, I gets papers, that's my habit Like Nola D in (_She's Gotta Have It_) Yo, I'm so thick that I can't stand it Let's get candid, I'm the love bandit They say I'm swingin cause I'm a swinger But yo, I don't sing cause I ain't no singer Your girl is clingin cause she's a clinger Clingin to my pocket because I rocked it They all say how (how) how does he clock it? All of the money, they think it's funny I'm turnin cloudy days into sunny ones It's all about the funds Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes yes y'all (yes y'all) Milk-Milk Dee use Crest y'all (Crest y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (like y'all) So-so goddamn fat y'all (fat y'all) [ Milk Dee ] Yo Lyte [ MC Lyte ] Yo Milk [ Milk Dee ] Yo Pos [ Pos K ] Yo Lyte [ all ] Here's a story about the three [ Milk Dee ] Let me tell ya, let me tell ya I'm M-i-l-l [ Pos K ] I'm the Positive K and [ MC Lyte ] And Lyte Thee MC [ VERSE 3: MC Lyte ] Like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (that y'all) Positive and Milk they got my back y'all (back y'all) No doubt y'all (doubt y'all) no doubt y'all (doubt y'all) My lights will never go out y'all (out y'all) Now it's time to kick this rhyme kinda freely German, Russian, even Suaheli You'll understand the rhyme translated You know that the Lyte is never ever underestimated I cast a spell like _I Dream of Jeannie_ Fellas wanna see me rock a bikini (oooh...) Hit a note just like Aretha I'm the female (female rhyme teacher) Each and every time the rhyme gets doper Lyte get a talk show just like Oprah With my ability and my agility Will only equal up (to versatility) A tisket, a tasket, fuck a yellow basket (Can you rock a mic, Lyte?) How can you ask it? I flow like a river, just like a stream I'm like the dope (the dope for a dopefiend) I move like the pawn, better yet the queen Stay check-mate, you know what I mean? I go (boom-boom) like an Alpine speaker I go (beep-beep) like a Motorola beeper Talk about deep, well let's get deeper Breakin it down to the very last compound (That's how she's livin, that's how she's livin) "Slave to the Rhythm", that's what I'm givin LG rocks it on and Trooper [Name] rocks it on and Gizmo rocks it on and King Of Chill rocks it on and K-Rock rocks it on and Master T rocks it on and [Name] rocks it on Tito rocks it on and Aftershock rocks it on and [Name] rocks it on and Leg 1 rocks it on and Leg 2 rocks it on and [ Pos K ] Yo and we don't stop, keepin it on Where where to the break break To the break break Till crackheads are gone We outta here Put It On You[Verse 1:] I got the nookie that's hooky like a chorus You wanna winie my poo and get lost in my forest Some wanna crawl up my sugar walls Down my waterfall, what a candy call I put it on you like an ass whipping, it's kinda sick You wanna lick like Todd do his lips Well, well, well what the shit Gotta make it last if you wanna hit this I'm into multiples, ones don't make it Tried before but I just can't fake it Hey it's a greedy world, I'm a greedy girl Between the sheets it's my world I gotcha what you like, believe it or not Bottom of top I put you on the spot It only takes a sec for me to get into it Come on baby, let's do this [Chorus:] I wanna put it on you and make it hot Can I put it on you and hit the spot Can we get together and make it hot Let's do this [Verse 2:] They ask how'd you get so freaky Lyte How I keep it tight suction all night Experience and imagination Now kick your Timbs off get your buckle undone That's sweet, now turn around baby let me see it All that I want you can be it, sexual tension just free it Have you done it on the moon yet, ahh shucks Where we about to go will make your toes curl up I'mma shake this money maker Get your knot ready for the earthquaker I'mma do you like they do in the Olympics Flip after flip do you like your best trick It only takes a sec for me to get into it All it takes is you for me to wanna do it Come on baby let's do this Come on baby let's do it Throwin’ Words at UYo Milk, that's super duper I think I need a soundcheck Hit me with a sample Yeah, now what about that dope stuff? Alright, now give me a 808 Now let the beat roll.. [ VERSE 1 ] Any competition, checkers or chess Whatever the game, Lyte'll never fess But did you say rappin? Cause I'm with it I hold the title, you might as well forget it You can put me to the test, I'll prove I am the best You'll be the last cuckoo to fly over the nest Try to dis this? Nah.. You'll be the only scarface in the place Cause I'll rip out your eyes, cut your tongue off You can't talk no more and let the bullshit walk In this lifetime you're no MC You're just labelled in bold black ink as a wanna-be Now that I pulled your card and I read you I should punish those that misled you Into thinkin that you was just too good I beat your ass in your own neighborhood I have yet to threaten you with sticks and stones That'll hurt your bones [ Chorus ] I'm just throwin words at you (Wick-wick-wack) --] KRS-One (Worrrd) Can you catch em, the words I'm throwin at you? (Wick-wick-wack) (Worrrd) Look, I'm just throwin words at you (Wick-wick-wack) --] KRS-One (Worrrd) Can you catch em, the words I'm throwin at you? (Wick-wick-wack) (Worrrd) [ VERSE 2 ] I step in a jam, they know who I am All I do is smile and the crowds go wild MC Lyte's on top of the pile Waitin to put a sucker in her place Won't hesitate to dis a bitch to her face Cause you're a half-assed MC, a part-time hooker When talent was given out, they overlooked ya I rock ya blindfolded, better yet with no mic Hype it acappella, make your deejay go on strike This kinda comp I know you're not ready for You're just a amateur dying to explore Territory that is soon to be conquered by Lyte Tonight, alright, alright, alright, alright.. [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3 ] I think you better leave now, your mommy is callin you Rap is like a pit and your whole crew is fallin through But once I'm gone there ain't no catchin me I'm talkin bon voyage, I mean you're history I'm takin my fans to a new land If anyone can do it, Lyte Thee MC can Because I'm hypin my rhyme to a new hype So get equipped and prepare yourself for the flight Cause yo, you're about to enter a new dimension Sit back and listen, Lyte is on a mission I'm takin out those who attempt to oppose me And even those that try to get close to me [ Chorus ] Want What I Got[Missy] I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey I know I make yall sick with the way I boogie My fake ass friends wanna hang out tonight I'll tell 'em follow me then I'll ditch 'em at the light I see 'em at the club, they wanna know why I'm whilin' Cause I smoke weed now I'm high like a pilot Spendin' more cheese than you throw on a salad Hand me my mike, if you 'bout it, then I'm 'bout it [MC Lyte] Mmmm, yea I'm 'bout it Don't doubt it, don't doubt it I'm the MC Lyte boo but please don't crowd me Cause my security might get rowdy Make 'em punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy Now all you freaks wanna speak cuz I'm back Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks I never liked your ass, by the way, cuz you're wack Give a dog a bone so here's a Lyte snack [Mocha - Hook] Yo yo (yo) want what i got Come through then You at home wit' a safe you ain't got nothin' in Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in From hustlin', doublin' and publishin' (publishin') Want what I got Come through then You at home wit' a safe you ain't got nothin' in (nothin' in) Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in From hustlin', doublin' and publishin' [MC Lyte - Verse Two] Used to be a rookie singin' "La Di Da Di" Now me and Missy be cold-rockin' the party Flooded Movado ain't I fly though Never let 'em see you comin', that's my motto I'm on it, I'm on it, I had the nigga goin' Said I was hot tamale, mind blowin' It's crucial, how some folks get bourgeois Or bourgeois, did I lose you or did you lose me Either way we miles apart I'm hittin' the ribbon, you at the start I'm never, ever, ever, gonna let you think That your shit don't stink So don't come around here thinkin' you can't get it You'll be the first to admit it How you got punked by hip-hop's greatest Missy and Lyte bringin' you the latest, yo yo [Repeat Hook] [Missy] I treat niggas like they my ho Blaze 'em then I go Straight to the Nikko Meet another Puerto Rico Cute like tico Copy me like kinko You know I'mma freak, yo I don't love them amigos I'm straight to their pockets Bow all their sockets I'm plush like carpet They wanna stick the target I don't give a fuck what you rock Cuz you see what I got, want what I got [Repeat Hook] [Mocha] Want what I got [Repeat Hook] Search 4 the LyteWithin the depths, of this infinite community Emerges Lyte [MC Lyte] One by one they fall in the darkness I'm glad, that I could take part in this And I'm hoping, that you just might Get together and Search 4 the Lyte Finding the Lyte means happiness It's the best and nothing less So I'm waiting, at the end of a tunnel Where happiness comes in bundles But it takes time, to get to the Lyte To get in the Lyte, to be with the Lyte And I'm hoping, that you just might Get together and Search 4 the Lyte How you get there is this question Honesty is my suggestion But first you must be awakened If you say you are, you're faking One who has seen the Lyte doesn't have to proof That they've been moved They just let it be, let it rest For that is the mental test Within this, there's so much happiness Sort of like lasting moments of bliss Everyone wants to be so happy Let me explain my theory: Some type of grief you MUST experience In order to appreciate happiness Cause if you are always satisfied Life will just pass by, you would've never tried To get to the Lyte, to get in the Lyte To be with the Lyte, to go see the Lyte And I'm hoping, that you just might Get together and Search 4 the Lyte If you are not ready the Lyte can be BLIND-ING And not worth finding So for this you must prepare: Stay awake, wake up, stay aware! There are SO, many distractions Those that see the Lyte, just a fraction Those that don't, remain blinded The Lyte is there, they can't find it One by one they fall in the darkness And it's sad, to take part in this But I'm hoping, that you just might Get together and Search 4 the Lyte Now finding the Lyte is what's so difficult And you can bet, that the results are Splenderous, wonderful, yeah What wouldn't you do? Cause once you've seen the Lyte, been with the Lyte Got to the Lyte, got in the Lyte I know that you just might Never ever wanna leave the Lyte Rhyme HangoverYou've heard the hard side, the rough tough side Now it's time to hop aboard for a pleasure ride And yo, I suggest you don't resist This voyage, you don't wanna miss this It makes you woozy and feel kinda dizzy Fantasies wild and imagination BUSY ("If there's a cure for this") Why would you want it? [2X] Go ahead spin the rude moves around If it's faint you feel, then you oughta sit down And let the beat just seep through the cracks And crannies of your brain - you can't remember your name The beat'll tip-tap and takin over your mind A cure for this hangover, I doubt you can find So seek if you wanna, cuz imagine your position If they say there's a potion well then they're probably competition Lyte has no fear because it overcomes evil My plan stands strong, not a one is feeble With no hesitation here's the incantation ("If there's a cure for this") Why would you want it? [2X] Open up your ears and rev up your gears This is MC Lyte's train, not ol' steps and stairs And like I said, I knew you couldn't hack it So I'll pull out the stretcher and the white straightjacket You can talk to the fly, for more than a night But when they ask who put you here, you tell 'em MC Lyte - crumbs! ("If there's a cure for this") Why would you want it? ("If there's a cure for this") Why would you need it? ("If there's a cure for this") Why would you want it? KamikazeOutside of me, you try to picture me Young and black, that ain't no mystery But inside runs deep like an ocean You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow motion I'm tryin like hell to get some results But you can bet your ass that it's difficult They try to keep it down, because I talk to a beat In other words, because I try to TEACH But if I talk that yang-yang shit Like "U Can't Touch This," that shit'll hit Don't we have any morals anymore? Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin door? Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it I'ma take it, change it, FUCK IT, rename it I got the plan, now let's make it effective You hip-hoppers you GOT to be selective And stop lettin that BULLSHIT slide for rap Can't you see that it's a brainwash.. trap? I rap a Cha Cha Cha, and I sat and watched You liked that shit, you rock around the fuckin clock But when I talk of education, you fear that Drugs and such, you don't wanna hear that First I pleased you, now I teach you DON'T YOU DARE try to bite the hand that'll lead you To the pot of gold, over the rainbow Lyte'll guide you, I know the way to go So just close your eyes and just take my hand Remember MC Lyte has the master plan We can go THICK, in a posse You ain't said nuttin slick, I'm goin kamikaze .. Inside of me, you try to picture me Can you detect, can you see I'm angry? Well usually Lyte don't get upset But when I see wack shit gettin pressed I get VEXED Turn on the video -- what's this mess? A disgrace to rap and I'm not impressed So just leave, get out my domain You lame sucker, you fuckin no-name Takin up my airtime, with that WEAK WHACK FULL OF FULL OF BULLSHIT RHYME So step off ROACH, or get stepped upon Because my rhymes they spray like D-Con 4 Do you want more? Cause I floor.. ANY emcee That wanna gets with me So yo, pack your bags, and skedaddle Just walk, cause you don't wanna battle I got the button that'll get rid of wack emcees It's called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin on your knees So quit takin up space on the CD rack You better prepare, cause Lyte gives no slack Inside of me, dwells a hundred maniacs Waitin for the kickoff, waitin for attack Who gives a FUCK?? Bring your posse! Cause in the 90's, Lyte is goin kamikaze .. Inside -- there's no flipside Outside there's more than meets the eye So now you know, not because you're guessin But because I told you so, I never fess Everyone wants to rap, what's this a wagon? Bring your band and hop and start draggin All you rappers, you're fuckin impersonators Sayin I'll rap now, and learn how to rap later No time for that, time is too short And the rappin gift it can not be bought A solo artist - HAH, you can't be Maybe you'll look BETTER with a posse But all that you're talkin, you ain't sayin shit! So why you where you at? I think you oughta quit Posses don't MATTER in the 90's Here's a warning -- Lyte is goin kamikaze! Hard CopyStep 1 to the 2 (4x) Yeah Rrrah [ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ] I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop In and out the boon docks I got the street smarts I'm on the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up I'm on the type of... that makes a... wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the L to the E, and you hear me in the projects And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it So you think you can get with me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the e) Why don't you step to me? [ VERSE 2: Lin Que ] I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop Pad locks, nine Glocks, still I got the street smarts Yeah, I'm on the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them Cause I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the L to the Q, yo, I think you better dog that And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it And you think you can get with me? (Yo, it's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me [ VERSE 3: Kink E-Z ] I'm a big shot, I'm a hot shot, give me one shot, I wreck shop So you wanna hang with dreadlocks? Yes, I got the street smarts Ugh, through the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them Cause I'm on them, and in there, so prepare to give it up I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the Kink E-Z, and you see me in the projects And I didn't even get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it So you think you wanna fuck with me? (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me Duke Da Moon Hard Copy Hard Copy Hard Copy It's a Hard Copy TRG (The Rap Game)TRG we making that cream People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems You can rock on till the break of dawn But one by one your ass is gone I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw It's no more than a crap game, know what I mean? Like when you feel you shake 'em right they fake roll snake Eyes in the this industry that's how quick niggas die Through my eyes its like Russian roulette Never do you know when you about to get wet So you should stay set so you don't fall and go under Have people saying I wonder what happened to him or her It's sad when you being to think you can be gone but you Can be gone in the blink of an eye, don't ask why cause you try Somebody came along that was twice as fly I remember when I hit the seen it was the second faze Rope chains two finger rings, those where the days Latin quarters m y puma suit was cool Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool ya Gotta changed with the times like the weather MC's that lasts is the MC's that's clover You can't move to slow cause when It's to time to go, you see it's to time to go TRG we making that cream People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems You can rock on till the break of dawn But one day brother your ass is gone TRG we making that cream People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems You can rock on till the break of dawn But one day sister your ass is gone Come back after come back, nigga came back more wack Than the wackest wax on the rack, what's up with That New Jacks are coming through taking no slack They hungry and they looking for a spot to cop a squat You better watch the clock it can be awfully embarrassing To not know when it's time to let go of the rhyme It's about half past the monkeys ass You should have been gone but you Still trying to hang on, what happens when you Chilling at the level on the 10th floor nobody Knows your name anymore, aren't you? Wait and let me think, just as quick as you Got large you can quickly shrink & sink into the crates and Collect dust, don't be mad cause it happens to best of us TRG we making that cream People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems You can rock on till the break of dawn But one by one your ass is gone TRG we making that cream People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems You can rock on till the break of dawn But one by one your ass is gone To and from they come and go, you better change your flow And then switch up your show, I seen some come with the Booming ass hits, then they gone but then they don't leave With shit, you better tell an exec you need to be set So when it's over you ain't living out your Land Rover When you rap life dies And you still alive nigga, you better know how to Survive it ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be Letting niggas know what time it is When it comes to me the L-Y-T-E Stronger than the ox the octane that Knocks in your brain I sustain My mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean Keep doing my thang, you can't move too slow Cause when it's your time to go you gotta go, gotta go TRG we making that cream People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems You can rock on till the break of dawn But one by one your ass is gone One On OneYeah, yeah, ooh Smooth better that I ever seen him look As I flip the vibe book He's on the front page, never looking his age He's all that and I'm all in so let the games begin Now I'ma give you something' so you could get into it I got the side view so I could watch ya do it You've been on my mind but you're so hard to find Holly woods got a hold on that behind I ain't ashamed to play the game Listen here, I won't say no names Put your ass out, make your woman put your ass out If you knew I was talking to you, you would pass out 'Cause I gave you no type of indication And if I did I was probably on some medication I got the hots for your daddy and I just begun Let's do this one on one One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Yeah, I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (You and me, baby, one on one) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Yeah, I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Just you and me, baby, one on one) Half way across the world I seen you at my show With your girl back in Italy, but are you still into me? 'Cause if you are I'm here to let you know You don't have to be a superstar for me and you to go find Now I ain't never lied you got the body of an angel Bangle, bangle, watch the bojangle from every angle I'm clocking you, honey We could sign a prenup, I got my own money I just wanna get to know you a little better In the Lyte after dark on the DL whatever I wanna feel your muscle flex off your backbone I got the Jones and I can't leave you alone I wanna rub your deltoid down to your bicep Better late than never and I'm sorry I slept But now I'm well awake and I'm ready for the fun Let's do this one on one One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (You and me, baby, one on one) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Yeah, I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Just you and me, baby, one on one) Damn, the only brother make me look twice Believe that baby, I wanna sacrifice I'm on it, you couldn't shake me off if you tried No sleeping on the job and I'm wide eyed I like the video you got out, the song is butter Try to keep a clean head and my mind out the gutter But it's hard, you bring out the best and the worst If I knew you way back when I would have let you hit it first Love, it's like water on the brain Only you can tame this run away train Last time I seen ya, gleam in your eye You was looking fly with your girl by your side Shit, I ain't trying to take her place I just wanna have your face all up in my space I got the hots for ya and I just begun You and me, baby, one on one One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Yeah, I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (You and me, baby, one on one) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Yeah, I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Just you and me, baby, one on one) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (One on one, I wanna play that game, yeah) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (You and me, baby) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (One on one, I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (You and me just one on one) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Yeah, I wanna play that game) One, one, one, one One, one, one, one (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna play that game) Give Me What I WantMake it last long, uha, uh Here's a situation, skip the talk Let me know dog if you bite or bark What it is soldier, you ready to march Can you make me shoot, or you just soft Cause I got no time for the games Just keep my spine full of pain Hit the boost and hit turbo In this sexual inferno Keep my lovin', drippin' drains Or love highway, switchin' lanes Show me different thangs with the whip and chains Hit you with this grippin' pain Can you handle that, are you alright Test me out, is it alright Come on baby, you ain't finished You servin' time, I ain't talkin' minutes Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Certified misses, I'm misses Only get my time if it's Somethin' that stay somethin' All night, until brunch and Hit it right, manouvre me Take your big knot, ? me Pull my hair back, who the ruler be Lovin' you so tight, no room for three Tell me you want me My love keep you horny I know's my mother on me Stay away from the masculine Thing that keep me needing asperin Got me gaspin' in for air, pashin' and Sheets satin and mixed with silk Here's my love, mixed with milk Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long What does it feel like Check me out, feminine engine Brooklyn girl, read the emblem Him, them, and that's hangin' Ten, it's nine-eight and then Till it's hot and you got me bent On top of my thing, you win Came nine times, going for the tenth Think you could hang if you attempt With energy, when you enter me, hold on Goin' for a ride, hope you don't fold on Me, when we in the midst Of battlin' with my slip No babblin', close your lips Get close to it, nothing close to this Feelin' what I feel when I'm next to you I stretch for you, please stretch me too Night got me right as we take the flight Through the clouds of love, highest heights My thing's tighter than a Jew's pockets Think you used to it, go head, rock it Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong I Can’t Make a Mistake[Intro] Hehah, yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...come on [Hook] I can't make a mistake Missing the dancefloor shake I gotta get to the floor, I gotta get to the floor (2x) [MC Lyte] Romancing in the dark, I spark the light It's alright tonight, I gotta get the mic As I scope the crowd, I spot red eyes Grippin' them Heinekens, they don't know where they been Baby got back see, rollin' like ten deep But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G I mean no harm, but that lucky charm You need to ditch it quick, get with the Brooklyn bomb I be, we be, bumpin' the spot G Wherever we be, we hit correctly It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on [Hook] [MC Lyte] Come here, let's rap a taste a little Floor's too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender vittle Cell phone, on roam, Syl Rhone, come home we double chrome But I can't make a mistake, hmmm Leave the dance floor now (uhn uhn, no no) I'm on to somethin', he bubblin' the sugar baby Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain't me baby When I step into my Mizrahi frame I change the game, it'll never look the same Obstruct it, abstract it, my tactic, fantastic It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Hook] [MC Lyte] Yeah...here he come, lookin' like he 21 Knowing damn well, he too could get done But he got a partner, and that ain't too hard to fix Once I slide up in the mix Juggin' it baby, from right to left Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what's left It's no mystery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin' I what you comin' home with me? I'm-gon'-get-some-satisfaction The way you comin' at me with the action You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet Whatever ? you got, you betta show it It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Hook] Take it OffNow you called my house and you said come over Your mother and your father are gone, and you're alone With Rover the dog, but now you're frontin You said if I come you'd give me somethin So don't start playin around cause I'm serious What did you call me for cause I'm curious Or did you call me just to look in my face Now I know I didn't come just to take up space The night is right, and the stars are bright So c'mon now brother just treat me right And just take it off, I mean everything Hurry up pretty boy so that we can SWING I don't smoke and I don't get high But if I say I don't love well that would be a lie Because I do every chance I get But if I don't I won't fall I won't fret I'm no fool I got plenty of sense So I just be cool, and have patience Make up your mind, please let me know And when you give me the green that's when I'll go So please pretty boy don't hesitate And entice me nice and cooperate You tried the rest and I tried the best And when the time comes boy no regrets And just take it off Now take off your hat, untie your shoelace And after you finish, I want you to face me Now baby, don't get scared Cause I'm not like the other girls so don't compare me Tender lovin care is all I give And if possible boy, well I would like to live with you And if I do it ain't everybody's business It seems to me ya just how you got into this Take it off, cause I'm ready to rock Like Maxwell baby, until the last drop Cruisin down the street in my SL When I seen this dude who was built very well Face was handsome, body was fine How did I know, I was cruisin behind him Looked at the car, looked at me Then he asked me my name, I told him Lyte the MC but I didn't want to outplay my hand So I talked so smooth he could understand me He was definitely the move I only said sweet things, that could soothe him Opened up the door, and he got in And automatically my mind just turned to sin I told him take it off - I mean everything Hurry up pretty boy so that we can swing I mean take it off, cause I'm ready to rock Like Maxwell baby until the last drop Met this guy at an amusement park He was good to go and it was after dark You can guess girls what was on my mind Let's go under the boardwalk and have a good time baby Instead the boy asked me my sign And I said, "Why?" and he said, "Never mind." When the time come and it's you I'm thinkin of A sign don't make a difference only how you make love to me You make me feel so good you're a man Oooh baby I melt like cotton candy If I could predict the rest of my life I'd be a millionaire and I'd also be your wife So let's take a bout through the tunnel of life Because you know what I'm thinkin of.. .. c'mon baby just take it off Take it off Take it off That's right, now take it off Take it off Pal Joey, take it off C'mon now, take it off Too FlyCome on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly "I think it's time I start feelin' bitchy." [Verse 1:] Juicy like a nectarine when I hit the scene My game is long and lean like a limousine I told you from the "get," I was the wet dream How simple did it seem to smudge my Maybelline Now you wanna play like you're hard to get Should I play how easy you are to forget? My girls told me I was out to prove 'em wrong They said you was a jackass and wouldn't last long Trust me on this here before I let you hit it I knew your dumb ass would last about a minute I'm too fly for what you got to give to me I got niggas out there dying to live for me Now you wanna act like you're playing it Like I'm supposed to run and catch your dumb ass, bitch? You was foolish now to let this one go by Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly [Chorus: Pamela Long] You used to love me, my love thang I used to love you, with tender loving care And I'll take you there And I'll take you there [Verse 2:] Had you driving my Yukon on my Motorola Now you at the pay phone downing a Corona All dried up, trying to chase the blues away Not another like me will ever come your way I even got you new kicks, but there will be No more of that, you'll be wishing you had this Besides that, I treated you well But your ass was just too jacked up to tell Your boy around the way? Your arch enemy? Asked me for my digits, wanted to get with me First I told him no can do, I'm with you But new show, new day in New York, forget you Had me wasting my time as well as my money Tell your little sister ain't a damn thing funny Next time I see her, I'mma poke her in the eye Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly [Chorus] [Verse 3:] How you gonna game me? I made the rules An ass like you only playing to lose Next time be leery of which one you choose Picking somebody out, thinking you're about to use They say you only meet the true love of your life Once throughout your years, better make her your wife Now you picked the wrong one to let go by, nigga Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly [Chorus] (2x) Survival of the Fittest (Remix)[ Gizmo ] Yo King, man, who we working with today? [ King Of Chill ] Ah - Lyte [ Gizmo ] Bud Light? [ King Of Chill ] Nah Giz, MC Lyte [ Gizmo ] Yo Milk [ both ] Kick it (Survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek) [ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ] Never does one know the force that is in them Till some puss jumps up and offends them Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate Those that try to front and try to perpetrate Like they know me well when they don't know me at all Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'I'll give you a call' Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits Like Shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed Like MC Lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed Each and every time you try to play me I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked So when I see you, you better be fully strapped At all times, cause it only takes Lyte one time, and one time only I'm the microphone controller, MC sucker folder Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen If it was dark - you know what I mean? So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury Those who try to know me before they meet me You can't grow on me, so don't greet me I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me I seen people taken advantage of In situations like money, trust and love I have no time for petty things that are trivial Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance I'm not a dancer, that's what Leg 1 and 2 are for I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime This is a warning, a due day is dawning I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning So put your black on and your best black shoes And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news Extra, extra, read all about it (It's about MC Lyte!) the boy shouted First time in history you thought to buy a paper Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest Like a Rican rides a Caddy I'm with this beat, chief The only time they complain is when it's too brief But other than that they long for me to go on On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born' Sample up the sound if you will Raps by Lyte, production King Of Chill So watch the solar system, never stop lookin Cause up and on the rise is the planet Brooklyn You can compare me to crackers and cheese But don't compare me to a sucker MC See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good But sucker MC's ain't as good as they should Be, see, they lack, so Lyte must tax Not much, just enough to see if they can move it Show and prove to see that they can get into it Try your best, a useful strategy And after practice, if you're still raggedy Then and only then can you be called a sucker MC Sucker I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell Any last comments, Lyte fans do tell I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya Okay, here we go, stop, see ya (See ya) (see ya) (see ya)... Oogie BoogieIf you're thinkin', you're too cool to boogie Boy, oh boy, have I got news for you Everybody here tonight must boogie, let me tell ya You are no exception to the rule So get on up on the floor 'Cuz we're gonna boogie, oogie, oogie Till ya just can't boogie no more (Boogie) Boogie no more, you can't boogie no more (Boogie) Boogie no more, listen to the music There's no time to waste, let's get this show on the road Listen to the music and let your body flow The sooner we begin, the longer we got to groove Listen to the music and let your body move So get on up on the floor 'Cuz we're gonna boogie, oogie, oogie Till we just can't boogie no more (Boogie) Boogie no more, you can't boogie no more (Boogie) Boogie no more, listen to the bass play Boogie, boogie Get down, boogie, oogie, oogie Get down, boogie, oogie, oogie Get down, boogie, oogie, oogie Get down U Got ItYou lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me Pop that Crys, Mr. juicy lips What I gotta do for you to ride these hips Slide to the whip, ride to the strip Get a place on the low, right off fifth Low lights, move right, seats real cushy Make a move on you, hope I ain't too pushy I like the way we vibe But there's something about you baby that's making me hot And I don't smoke, but I will take a tote for you I see you risin', tell me what ya going through You wanna what, oh shit, now you talkin' to me That sexy shit gon' bring out the New York in me I know you heard me say it before, Lyte as a rock I hope you knock, come on baby, put it on the spot By that knot in your jeans I see you holdin' a lot You makin' me hot, so show me what you got You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me [Unknown Male] You lookin' good chick, I wanna get that Tell me what I gotta do to get with that You lookin' good girl, I wanna get that (aha) Tell me what I gotta do to get with that At the club I gotta preview You followin' me, I can see you in the rear views You swallowin' me, every word that you heard me say Rolled up the elevator, ran down the hallway Blast through the doorway, pause You gon' make me drop my drawers X that nigga, come out yours Back's real big and shoulders broad Six pack, let me hit that with your thick back From the kitchen floor to the jacuzzi Anywhere we do it, you gon' salute me I got the whipped cream, I got the magazines Before we hit it you gon' have to get that ass clean Get that hat boy, and crack that back boy And don't be scared if I smack it from the back boy I'm feeling sticky like I'm hot from the sun, oh What you sayin', you ain't got one You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans And if you do it good, well then you got me And if you do it good, good, well then you got me, me Well then you got me, me, ooh, ooh, ooh, pause CloserVerse 1 (MC Lyte) In the three on the deegan, we be freakin' Bobbin' and weavin' my peeps sleepin' Steady creepin' dippin' in the jeepin' Dones be peepin', benjis we be keepin' Cheddar we be spending, niggas ain't cheapin' Hip hoppin' bobbin' with the beat and I'm not concieted just never been defeated Test and get that ass beated The wanna act like I can't flow phatly When they attack me I got skills to back me Go ahead now simulate that How they forget who originated that Ladies and gentlemen the ruffneck is back More potent than a foul vile of crack I keep you open like a BM hatchback While you keepin' my tape draped up in yo' knapsack (chorus) You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you You know that I will toast you You're not supposed to come closer and closer I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you Don't come closer Verse 2 (Space Nine) Yo, I write my own, but-uh who's writin' your rhymes Oh you independent now 'coz you bitin' my lines Listen, two flamin' bitches hide yo' claiming and sixes Shines so bright can't see us in pictures Leavin' non believers in ditches Those who can acchieve won't percieve our existance They need verbal assistance, check it All them things you say you got, we now your makin' it up To get a man in a club, you steady shakin' it up See thay played my song twice 'coz they can't get enough I'd say put yourself in my shoes but they cost too much Space Nine bustin' 16 bars on Lyte's time We write rhymes, y'all chicks is puppets on mic time While I, chanel stars through pipe lines Illuminate the sky day and night make my presence defined Yo, blue Gucci sale platinum tag taped to my leg Promise no threat, shine on my neck signing my cheques (chorus) x2 Verse 3 (MC Lyte) You can't afford to be nasty if you ask me Tryin' to pass me but can't outlast me Sweet like like nector comin' in your sector Movin' in your direction, takin' over your section Am I bad no question they just a fraction Tryin' to get some action from the section Ain't that somethin' I got your crew jumpin' and bumpin' While you talkin' nothing I bring it to you with no hesitation 'Coz the top is where I rest but it's your destination And I know this so I'm puttin' you on notice Don't you come too close to this I got the gift to forsee the drama like they know me Pullin' up slowly and tryin' to bring out the ol' me But I'm brand spank comin' for your bank Not nigga what you think but what you thought, and now you caught Long as you live and for eternity You're only bad as Lyte the MC allows you to be Not easy to sabbotage wiser than the average You can jack me now and later you can peep my, catalogue You gotta alphernumeric but you can't read DKNY frames but you can't see How I'm blow up like a stick of dynie and burn that hynie baby C'mon I'm beggin' try me (chorus) x2 My Time[Verse 1: Scarlet] You can find my niggas on the hottest blocks Sippin’ Henny rock Holdin’ packs in their socks, goin’ get this money non-stop Fuck the cops, we get the drop Rather run than get locked Constantly switching the spots Navigating nautical yachts Flooded diamonds seasons Femme Fatale rhyme and reason Body time for treason Air Force One, we leavin’ Panama Red holdin’ 52 heads for ransom My nigga Johnny Handsome trigger itchin’ to cancel ‘em I’m like “Hold up, wait a minute Let’s get down to business You could kill up all these motherfuckers Soon as the deal finish” All out war ‘til we lace something and base something Don’t say nothing Scarlet fuck around and grenade something Exchange something, bodies for dollars We go two hours to kill I want a half a mil and a private jet to Brazil Y’all could forget it ‘cause all negotiations is deaded The grudge in my heart is embedded And these are the days that you dreaded [Verse 2: Blue Velvet] Scanless fiends, we rise from the midst like submarines Tote sub-machines Favorite colors green Illuminate the scene Playing devils advocate State lavish and extravagant Cats holdin’ chips We have to get Ain’t your average chick Black Madonna, Ms. Maverick Platinum exposure vi cola Sword soldier, yo floss rocks like boulders The ones that make your wrist bend Televised like Wimbledon Thug women in Timberlands Leave you trembling Sex symboling, swindling Femme Fatale and Lyte turn thugs to gentlemen [Chorus] Ten past nine, Lyte’s time to shine What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine Synchronize the time, watch the scheming kind Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind Ten past nine, Fatale time to shine What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine Synchro’ the time, watch the scheming kind Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind [Verse 3:] Thug princess, relentless Step to my business If it ain’t lucrative with interest It’s senseless Tigress la temptress Loving leave ‘em defenseless Male mind the simplest Ice Berg can’t pimp this Lay with a serpent, sin in your semen Wake up birthing demons Got Adam? We even Trick dada trap Taped to the garter Master the art of getting ricotta Documented like Magna Carta Ill reputed leaving pockets diluted Intriguing breast protruded, plan precisely executed Sonned you, slip the micky, never come to Made off with a bundle If you wake, death becomes you It’s all about extortion Small cats trying to get a portion What you sporting Posing, trying to look important Caution, yo, that lavish life be costing Before the fame and fortune Better know what line you’re crossing [Verse 4: MC Lyte] I come passive like a cherry, little girl or a peach Dress dime and I’m fine when I’m trying to get the heap I show a lot of teeth, front with the sweets But you know that beneath There’s a whole lot of street Don’t test the temper of the do-more-than-talk shitter Your mens are trapped like the dead of winter Slide in like a splinter Pull out with the money and the Lex We don’t even have to wet him Leave him drowning in his sweat Femme Fatale, what’s next? They about to get me vex Trying to do me in the pookie Thinking he gon’ get the sex Surprise! You’ll be lucky if you ever open your eyes Or even see the light again, ‘cause I’m about to go in Don’t question the veteran You thugs know I’m better than Anyone or anything or any crew that’s ever been While you’re listening to this Got you caught up in the twist MC Lyte, Femme Fatale Don’t sweat the fish [Chorus] (2x) Survival of the Fittest[ gizmo ] Yo king, man, who we working with today? [ king of chill ] Ah - lyte [ gizmo ] Bud light? [ king of chill ] Nah giz, mc lyte [ gizmo ] Yo milk [ both ] Kick it (survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek) [ verse 1: mc lyte ] Never does one know the force that is in them Till some puss jumps up and offends them Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate Those that try to front and try to perpetrate Like they know me well when they don't know me at all Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'i'll give you a call' Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits Like shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed Like mc lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed Each and every time you try to play me I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked So when I see you, you better be fully strapped At all times, cause it only takes lyte one time, and one time only I'm the microphone controller, mc sucker folder Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen If it was dark - you know what I mean? So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury Those who try to know me before they meet me You can't grow on me, so don't greet me I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me I seen people taken advantage of In situations like money, trust and love I have no time for petty things that are trivial Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance I'm not a dancer, that's what leg 1 and 2 are for I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime This is a warning, a due day is dawning I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning So put your black on and your best black shoes And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news Extra, extra, read all about it (it's about mc lyte!) the boy shouted First time in history you thought to buy a paper Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest Like a rican rides a caddy I'm with this beat, chief The only time they complain is when it's too brief But other than that they long for me to go on On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born' Sample up the sound if you will Raps by lyte, production king of chill So watch the solar system, never stop lookin Cause up and on the rise is the planet brooklyn You can compare me to crackers and cheese But don't compare me to a sucker mc See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good But sucker mc's ain't as good as they should Be, see, they lack, so lyte must tax Not much, just enough to see if they can move it Show and prove to see that they can get into it Try your best, a useful strategy And after practice, if you're still raggedy Then and only then can you be called a sucker mc Sucker I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell Any last comments, lyte fans do tell I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya Okay, here we go, stop, see ya (see ya) (see ya) (see ya)... Lola from the CopaLola hopped into a cab, she went to work As she walked into the club, the fellas went bezerk They screamed her name out -- Lola, Lola Yeah, she was the star of the Copa She smiled and danced til morning Lola took uppers, to stop her from yawning For the finale, she got an applause Lola was gracious, she didn't do tours She felt appreciated, just like a star But for the meanwhile, she got a drink from the bar Lola had no kids and lost her mother Her lover used drugs and left her for another But little did she know that she would make love tonight She'd do it willingly without puttin up a fight Lola.. she was a showgirl.. with yellow ribbons in her hair.. and a dress right up to here.. At the bar, his name was Zeke the Freak He just moved in down the street He introduced himself and bought her a drink Before she could refuse, she didn't stop to think More and more alcohol, now she was intoxicated He picked her up off her feet, as he escapaded Down the block then he opened the door As he struggled to get in, then put her on the floor He went to the door to make sure that it was locked As he bolted all of them, he looked up at the clock It said one, or maybe he'd be done in two Or two and three, eventually, how freaky could he be? He began to think what should I do firstly? I'll get a little drink, because I'm very thirsty He got a little OJ, to make it really OK Grabbed a wad of Hubba Bubba, but didn't use a rubber They did it for three hours, he jumped into the shower Got out and towel dried, and screamed, "I've got the power!" He came out of the bathroom, she was still on the floor He said, "Heck I've got to wreck," then he jumped on for more Lola.. (uh-huh) she was a showgirl.. with yellow ribbons in her hair.. and a dress right up to here.. She met this guy named Zeke.. who was truly a freak.. And she didn't stop to think.. before she took that sunrise drink.. She finally awoke, eight o'clock in the morning Not remembering a stroke, as she began yawning Zeke the Freak thought he was thick and slick But what Zeke did not know Is that little Lola, little Lola From the Copa used to be a hoe Now he's paid, thought he had it made But Zeke the Freak got AIDS Lola.. she was a showgirl.. (yeah) with yellow ribbons in her hair.. and a dress right up to here.. She met this guy named Zeke.. who was truly a freak.. And she didn't stop to think.. before she took that sunrise drink.. He caught a bad one.. while he was havin fun.. Took Lola to his bed And now the freak is -- dead All ThatThere's a song.. that I sing.. whenever I'm sad.. feelin bad [MC Lyte] It was a date, a simple little fuckin date Or so I thought, wasn't that my great mistake He picked me up at eight, from my crib We went to dinner and he ordered babyback ribs What a waste, a waste of the mind and body And then he said, "Lyte, would you like to go and party?" I thought about it, and then I said, "NO! Pay for my food motherfucker and let's go!" He said, "My, aren't we agressive.." Damn right, and I'm also perceptive I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin town You wanna slap it, flip it, and rub it down You want some booty but you're gettin none this way You better ask Suzy Sally or that girl Fay You gets NONE, you hear me you cheesy rat? Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus: MC Lyte I'm all that, yes I'm all that You ask how? I'm all that now I'm all of that, yes I'm all that And rollin through your hood with a BASEBALL bat [MC Lyte] First I head out, into the red-eyed Turn the AC, so it feels cool inside Step in the jam, baring good news Although for some folks, I bring the blues Always solo, no relyin on a posse I see what you see, do you see what I see? I see suckers, many pucker-uppers ASS-kissers, as well as buttlickers Many many that will do me good and plenty Don't know me from Adam, but wanna get with me Claimin they will do or have done or have did me Talkin that yang, your ass'll get SLAPPED Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus [MC Lyte] That!! That!! [answering machine] Aiyyo Milk, aiyyo Milk, this is Teddy B Yo I just checked out Lyte's new cut (That!! That!!) And yo it's ALL THAT, ALL THAT Yo I get with you, peace! [MC Lyte] Back, way back when, shit wasn't funny I'm talkin L-Q days, your gold and your money If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin Cause they can sense a sucker as SOON as they saw ya And oh well, how I felt sorry for the Razor in my pocket, for my protection Blackjack in my bag for a little selection You got beef? BITCH, chose your weapon I sliced and diced, and then I kept steppin For me to go for that woulda just been wack Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus [answering machine] (That!! That!!) Yo yo, yo Lyte, you there? (That!! That!!) Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax Yo and DON'T make that shit soft alright? Yo PUMP IT UP Alright when you get in just give me a buzz Propa[Intro: MC Lyte] We comin' down in '98 Set it straight For all those that chose to contemplate We gon' to it 'til the break [Verse 1: MC Lyte] Rap is hip hop over populated I made it but I’m still underrated I go beep beep like a Motorola beeper Your lines are hard but mines are much deeper Creeper on the midnight stroll Never need parole Totally in control of my destiny Here’s the best of me On vinyl finally for all to see I’m the only one here at the showdown That don’t need a piece for the shit to go down "What up Lyte?" Nigga hell if I know Trying to keep it real with all my little bros Wanting to be a friend, some don’t believe ‘Cause in the past they been deceived But I’m the motherfucker that breeds honesty Tell you like it is and then leave you where you be [Chorus: Beenie Man] So from the east to the west the music is propa So do it for me, mama Original rapper Other MCs slide down the gutter Soft like butter Name of the rapper MC Lyte and Beenie Man deya So do it to me, mama Original rapper Other MCs slide down the gutter Soft like butter So listen what my sister say [Verse 2: MC Lyte] Now you know I gotta keep 2 just like Noah From Brooklyn to the corner of Balboa Get a fresh stock keep ‘em on lock They wanna act like they don’t know the resume Knowing that I leave shit up in disarray Never will I ever have to say “Mother may I” Be this fly until the day I die Now I realize I don’t need alibis cuz I don’t lie I’m way too wise My head he will anoint I’m the focal point Have them all screaming, “Yo, that’s the joint!” As if I didn’t know just how to rock a show I’m the last dragon to attain the glow My plans to be to make history Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me [Chorus] [Verse 3: MC Lyte] I got game for days in this entertainment shit I rap shit, act shit, never that wack shit I'm busting numbers, fuck the crap shit Coast to coast, niggas know I float Red eye flights, hitting licks I wrote ‘Cause my dynasty is ordained, I planned it My reign? Niggas can’t stand it! They in denial while I’m on the prowl More than six fouls blowing like Miles I lay like tiles, crocodile smile For the naysayers who wanna know how My plans to be to make history Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me "Lyte who?" Lyte the MC, baby! [Chorus] [Verse 4: Beenie Man] My life and your life is a familiar Every day they wanna put me in the media But I really got mi steel boat formula And I want to set it off like [?] [?] MC want to take my place Want to [?], give me space [?] don't control my first place So I fighting for second and third place But everybody in the place Simma dem wind up [?] the bass, yeah [Chorus] God Said LyteYeah, God said Lyte from the beginning of time I'm giving 'em rhymes of feminine kind, keeping it tight Knockin' the edge off they shoulder Colder than any MC, and hotter than the next Check the text To the left a seagull lights the truth Kick it to the youth, pocket full of proof Ready to raise the roof, off the vocal booth Put hoes back on the track cause they loose No one a never come there I have 'em going quicker than city of angels left the air last year Don't y'all know I scorch MC's Leave them all toast from the neck to the knees It's remarkable as I spark a few Of these rhymes, some rappers find it hard to do Goldie of the game, everything bout to change You gettin' stripped for ya shit, niggas thought you knew I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me No trait of originality, none whatsoever Don't ever second guess me, guess me And if you're wonderin' who could the best be The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac In full effect MC Lyte is back Lyte and Maad Phunk, we flamin' on And took a vacation, some of them came and gone When I push beef it's like flaming y'all Tender as I serve these loose rappin' broads She sellin' straight up sex, by the sea shore We bang beats from boogie down to BK, New York I sport the finest of wears, your highness is here End your rhyming career I spits it like you wanna do but can't Your skills iffy cause you tryna dance Due to the circumstance, get your hands up high You know the routine, freeze 'em like a drive-by You know when I roll through I'm reppin' old school Thought I told you, here let me show you, I don't know you Fuck you, I don't owe you nothin' Paper thin, Georgie, had 'em wildin' somethin' I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me No trait of originality, none whatsoever Don't ever second guess me, guess me And if you're wonderin' who could the best be The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac In full effect MC Lyte is back None of these broads wanna get on a track with me Except for Digga and B, they got balls, as for the rest of y'all You ain't for me you against me Means I'm coming for your stacks relentlessly You see they speak on a passin', Lyte was a lesson I'm still shakin' these hoes down, without a weapon Got you guessin' why won't this bitch ever die Sure as you get high, we'll never see eye-to-eye I'm the Lytro and I might go psycho If I'm on my psycho, act like you might know Which way the light go, but you never will Cause I never spill, fuck it I said it, I'm that ill I keeps a tight lip bout what the light hits I'm get excited bout what I'm gon' get They mad in the studio catchin' the blues Why, cause they still can't fill my shoes I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me No trait of originality, none whatsoever Don't ever second guess me, guess me And if you're wonderin' who could the best be The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac In full effect MC Lyte is back I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin' The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me No trait of originality, none whatsoever Don't ever second guess me, guess me And if you're wonderin' who could the best be The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac In full effect MC Lyte is back Beyond the HypeI, am, back on the scene I'm takin it to the extremes New blend, I've been schemin Raw type stuff I know you've been fiendin Waitin for, such a long time For MC Lyte to drop another dope rhyme Well I deliver as quick as you call my name I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame So now, I prove to you That I can shake you groove you and move you too I am, too much to bear To touch and then share Once you've had one taste one touch one bite All you want is M-C Lyte! And I deliver as quick as you call my name I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame Chorus: We've got to try to move beyond I'm comin We've got to try to break on through To the extreme We've got to try to move beyond Beyond the hype We've got to try to break on through! Can't, you, see, I'm beyond the hype And all that type of jazz and pizazz I'm, into, reality Forget the fantasy, this is me Beyond the hype, so don't believe What you read, cause they'll deceive So now I come to you Telling no lies, the truth is in my eyes Unlike the broadcasters on the news Who try to tell you, the donts and the do's The media blows things out of proportion The public's eye, proceed with caution It's a dog eat dog world But we'll be alright All we gots to do is stick together And move beyond the hype Chorus 2X (w/ variations) You, must, trust when I say I'm here to stay And believe I'll never leave Haste, makes, waste The track is all that, so pick up the pace Forget the rumors, gossip, shit-talk Besides that's old news, and that can walk I'm beyond that, you are also Release the negative vibe and let it go So now, I come to you Bearing gifts that certainly uplift From coast to coast, Midwest I'm the most But still, not on a high post I'm comin, just call my name Beyond the hype, beyond the fame Down to Earth, I'm just that type To take you and move beyond the hype Chorus 2X (w/ variations) I'm comin (3X) To the extreme Beyond the hype Beyond the hype... Keep on Pushin’[Chorus] Only God knows how we'll all end up Get so corrupt, we can't give up, we got to keep on pushing (Keep on pushing, ain't no stopping us) Ain't no stopping us A child of the essence, turning degrees into perfection My struggle is now objective to meet the righteous direction The life lessons, but what they all about? If I took the dolo route, and I left the people out Non-personal connects, low-cost effects Bound to meet my doom for regrets so I just Put all praises down to Allah, plus the block Pull my family ties in one big knot Respect the divine that makes me help me ride to the top And do a trip to a past never forgot Where do I go from here, I don't know, I don't know Till I find my past, the life I knew, the life I knew I'm holding on to my roots cause they pulling my leaves I traveled over seas, got 400 degrees It's the city life, trife concock the scheme To play upon my dreams still fulfillin' my needs Well I don't know, whatever happened to my past Wait I gotta think about (I don't care) how long I can last I don't know as long as I get over my worlds most biggest fears Cause I'm drenched in sweat for family tears So ah, where do I go from here, I don't know I don't know, till I find my past, the life I knew (The life I knew) the life I knew [Chorus: x2] All in the game a young female, so intelligent And deep like seashells, uh, I'm from L.A. so I gotta cap to adapt Plus interact with the black folks And blowin' smoke ain't never been a problem It's waking up and facing the drama Can't let you hang, maintain, run game, pimp thangs And roll my land cruiser like it's on Danna Danes Uh, it's show low, the west coaster, you know Let you boost like I'm suppose ta [Chorus: x2] In My Business[Missy] Hahaha, introducing MC Lyte [MC Lyte] I think I need a sound check Hit me with a sound check Yea, now what about that dope stuff Alright now, gimme an 8-0 (8-0, 8-0, 8-0) [Missy] Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Yo, 1-2 Uh, MC Lyte (yea) You don't know (yea) Ficky ficky, oh you don't know [MC Lyte - Verse One] On the regular they guessin' how the Lyte get down Nevermind that, nigga you better watch your mouth Keep snoopin' and you bound to hit a brick Get out the crack of my ass all up in my shiznit To you nosey Nikki's and you Peepin' Tom's So, you know I'm about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb 7 and 7 is 14 , 1 and 4 is 5 But none of that matters if your ass ain't alive You could care less about the records I sell You just wanna know I tried but I fell But even on your best day and on my worst I'll still be first, without the need to rehearse [Missy Elliott singing - Hook] Why you up in my business? Find somethin' better to do Why you talkin' about me? I ain't say shit 'bout you Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say Yall better not fuck with me Cuz I had a bad day [MC Lyte - Verse Two] Yall must really think I'm the host of the freakshow Got me taggin' piranhas I don't even know Got me swimmin' in waters, gettin' caught in fishnet Got me hooked up wit' folks I ain't never even met Now yall so busy tryin' to market this I guess yo stupid ass forgot who started this But I'm about to ransack you make your memory Come back to you, let all my true niggas jack you Talkin' bou the Lyte like you gettin' paid for it Better wish for your own and get out my business Besides I'm too quick and pigeons oughta know By the time you get the info, it was two years ago Aside from that I'm too swift to catch Don't pay to chase the joint, you can't light the match And everybody knows I'm too quick to flip the latch It ain't many that can even say they been attached [Repeat Hook] [Missy rapping - Verse Three] I heard a lotta yall runnin' runnin' 'round Ain't none of yall this supa dupa fly Supa Dupa as I Fly, fly across the sky Cut you like pie Me and, me and MC Lyte Cuz you wack Straight from the jump, yea you wack Better get back I can't I can't fuck wit' that I ain't sayin' jack I'mma just smack you 'cross your face so deep that you'll never talk back [Repeat Hook] [Missy talking - Verse Four] Why you up in my business Find something better to do Why you talkin' 'bout me I ain't said shit about you (uh) Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say Yall better not fuck with me Cuz I had a bad day Ficky-ficky check me out Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus) Absolutely Positively.....Practical JokesI play practical jokes, just to get a laugh (ha hah) I put roaches in my neighbor's bubblebath But anyway one day she called upon me She said, "Lyte - it's an emergency!" My next door neighbor had an errand to run I said, "Why Ms. Davis - ask your son" She said, "Ricky's at his grandmother's" I said, "Well what about Tommy, the younger brother?" She said, "See, umm, he's at the pharmacy" I said, "He'll be back soon how much longer could it be?" She said, "C'mon please, it's just a trip uptown If you leave right now you'll be back before sundown Hurry up, there's not a moment to spare It absolutely positively has to get there" Umm, I contemplated then I played a good Samaritan I started the car, then she threw the package in It absolutely positively has to get there (Get there?) It absolutely positively has to get there (Well then send it Federal Express!) It absolutely positively has to get there (It gotta get there?) It absolutely positively got to get there! (Yo who you rushin?) Pumpin out the music on the FDR Not far behind me was a DT car So I eased up selector, 55 the digit But on the FDR, 40 is the limit Here they come, sirens on I could see myself in jail til the break of dawn But they rolled right by it wasn't me they was after A little red corvette, they was tryin to capture Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket Look up ahead, now that's what I call traffic Dipped to an exit and I made my way through Couldn't believe when I hit first avenue On a Honda's ass, just about to crash Looked at the gauge and the shit said NO GAS Zero, nada, nothing in here see In car terms the shit was on empty Got out, and pushed the shit to the side Hailed a cab, then I caught a quick ride To the house of inflation, yes the gas station Gave a little tip to show my appreciation Got back to the ave where I left my car It wasn't there, but it couldn't have gone far Hot damn, I must have got towed Tried to figure out how much money I owed Went to the pound and I paid my debt Think that was the worst? You ain't heard nuttin yet Bumped into that crackhead Sam I used to see And like always, hand out, give me money In my tank was a dollar's worth of gas I had to get an ? machine fast It absolutely positively has to get there (Get there?) It absolutely positively got to get there (What?) It absolutely positively got to get there (Well send it some way else) It absolutely positively has to get there As I left the bank to walk back to the BM Couldn't believe what my eyes were seein Looked at the back tire, it was flate While the other three, were SO DAMN FAT A brother walked by and offered his help Ordinarily I woulda did the shit myself But he, changed it quick, so I passed him a ten Here I go on this journey again Went to the gas station, to fill it up When a crackhead from nowhere grabbed the pump I said, "LOOK, I don't need your help today" And I scared the motherfucker and he was on his way Oops, a cat, SHIT, scrat! Fur on my tires, and all that What's this, a stroke of bad luck? But at this point, I don't even give a fuck I got to get the package to the destination No matter what the confrontation I arrive, bag in my hand Lookin for a woman named Pam She opened the bag it was wrapped tight and snug But in that bag yo, in that bag 45, guess what? (What was it Lyte?) It was a box of q-tips .. a box of fuckin q-tips man!!! {*laughter*} Mickey Slipper[Lyte] Ready? [guy] No [Lyte] Oh! [Lyte] *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy, power! [Lyte] *beatboxing like a pro* [guy] Okay, hello! [Lyte] Watch your drin.. WHAT? Watch your drink! No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late? Hit it! I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana Sippin on some vodka in a glass with Tropicana I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky What I didn't know was somebody slipped a Mickey Into my drink, which caused a fantasy And somehow slapped me back into reality! Wish I had another Mickey I'd go back for a quickie Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me This just goes to show, you must stop and think When you're out partyin, never leave your drink.. WORD! Like That AnnaAin't no other, this is me and this is it Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit I don't know why though, they try to compare me Did not you know that you can't get NEAR me So don't fuck up when identifying the voice You know from A to Z, I'm a first choice The Y to the T, surrounded by the L and the E Put it together and you got Lyte the MC Deep, deep, deeper than the vein Of the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleep I got octaves, not to sing but to rap so Give me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all that The shit that I write huh, surely chart climbers Don't try to run, because your mom'll come and find ya Getcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotcha Break ya break ya punk and fuck that ass in two's It's like that anna, it's like that anna I'm not the funny fat one they call Roseanne-ah Playgirls Play[Intro:] Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte [Verse 1:] Ain't a damn thing changed You know my name East coast represent Watch me do my thing I'm the female chronic slash gin and tonic Fuck Johnny Blaze, I'm Johnny Mnemonic I'm a floss with it Take it way past the limit Go back 6 years and throw some G funk in it MC Lyte long as the money green collect This is for my dogs hittin' switches in the projects East side and the west side Indeed I spit it with finesse right L's for love me, Y for "why front?" T's for truth, E's the exotic flavor you bounce to [Chorus:] Lyte is... Brooklyn flavor that'll always be fresh Lyte is... paid in full I keep my benjamins Flippin' outfits twice a day Plus a milked out coupe to push around the way Grants stacking up every day all day That's just the way playgirls play [Verse 2:] I'm the ultimate intergalactic spectacular Funk mistress as creamy as Swiss Miss Hot chocolate I'm the topic, go cop it Broken microphones cause I rocked it Who that Lyte? True that, right? I'm the perfect role model for keepin' your game tight After this I'm spending four Gs tonight Cuz money made in the dark comes to the Lyte Recognize through them blood shot eyes Think my lyrical skills ain't ill you be surprised Hypnotized by my Brooklyn vibe Or we can take it out to Queens where Cool J resides [Chorus] (2x) [Verse 3:] You're transparent incoherent Oh you don't know that word Let me make it more apparent I sit on chrome stake up chips run up charts Break up schemes cause wet dreams Engine engine number 9 on the NY transit line If you want that flavor back Lyte it up, Lyte it up, Lyte it up Who am I? L Y T E How fly? Oh I'm real jiggy It's no puzzle how I through the muzzle on the mic Cuff your CD make it spin all night I got what you like you like what I got Hotter than gun shots hotter than most blocks Hot hot hot to the touch pop the clutch I won't stop Larger than life, the most jiggiest Rippin all the mics apart I'm gettin' busy It's all about the cheddar Nobody do the body better Never sour but flow like an Amaretta It's the Lyte y'all, I'm about to take flight Brooklyn zone got it locked up tight Show biz your biz doe biz my biz There it is [Chorus] FireYeah, I heard somebody say fire Y'all want heat, here go heat, right here Lyte the MC, Neb Luv, show them what heat's got Yeah, we spittin' venom in 'em, whether it's men or women I kill 'em like the ? and dismiss 'em at the minimum I'm leavin' 'em twisted like a braid, glow like a fade My lyric cut your spirit like a swiss army switchblade The more in my cup, the more dangerous More that I bust, they call me angel dust I'm heat proof, flip a nigga off their feet Then creep the streets and ? underneath The skin off the bone, how I burn a MC Stop, look and listen, and learn from me I got that fi-i-i-ire, get lost and pay the cost Get tossed, that's your only option You're locked in cause I'm blockin' your oxygen I'm knockin' your chin, rockin' your noggin I'm rollin' with Foxx and them Bitches better quit before Lyte hit, fuck what you thought Niggas gettin' caught Heat scorchin', torchin' Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' Yo, fuck ? Heat scorchin', torchin' Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' Yo, fuck ? [Neb Luv] I breathe through, bleed through The track, you suckers are see-through React with a mack, you're fake, I could read through Like buck, youse a soft crook But look twisted and catch your heart hook The street, plus my niggas gotta eat like kings This chick carry heat supreme ?, sinister, make you a believer Conniving industry cats be lying, spying On the sick chick, with them sick hits No, here's a sick tip, keep this your business Music addictive, ?, voice Layin' the cuts in the Royce five four Flow like C4 through your door Hit ya open like pores, bang baby get you on the floor You know how it is when you move till your sore Nothing but the bubbly, ain't nobody poor Heat scorchin', torchin' Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' Yo, fuck ? Heat scorchin', torchin' Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' Yo, fuck ? Burnin' MC's at 99.9 degrees With flows like these I keep 'em on they knees Torturin', they sit motionless After they feel the dust they can't get with us I'm razor sharp, comin' for your main artery It ain't hard for me, it ain't hard to see this Fi-i-i-ire [Neb Luv] Blaze like inferno, injure internal Damn right, Neb and Lyte crew will hurt you Suffocate the body like heat wave we'll work you Till you're purple, till you feel the pain I'm a shine, keep it live, baby feel the flame From top to bottom, cut 'em, gutter, we got 'em Do 'em like the ?, leave the rest for rock and I swear It ain't no calm for us in here, we got the fi-i-i-ire nigga Heat scorchin', torchin' Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' Yo, fuck ? Heat scorchin', torchin' Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' Yo, fuck ? K-Rock’s the Man[K-Rock] Is it a crime - because it's my time to bust a rhyme A dope line to make the crowd behind me climb And then twine to a tune that Milk produced To make the party people get loose On the dancefloor, so don't try to hide Cause I designed the rhyme that make your back-bone slide To the music, cause it's uplifting Some may try, but they can't get with this But it's nothing for y'all to compete with It's just some smooth shit that's legit To make you get up when you're at a party And move.. your.. sexy.. body Up, down, side to side, around Come one, come all, come see what we found A way for y'all to work out y'all frustrations And groove with the band.. K-Rock's the Man Now hurry hurry, step right up To my sideshow, and watch how my rhymes flow I let my galant talent illuminate So give three cheers for, K-Rock the Great Don't debate, the votes are castin This is one race that I could never come last in Boy you know that the K don't play You can't step to me, don't sleep on a DJ K-Rock, because blockheads I knock And rock the sock into a state of shock That's how it's supposed to be And that goes for those who step close to me So when you see me, show respect Cause I met get upset and cold strip and snap the necks Of all of those who don't understand That K-Rock.. K-Rock's the Man Art Of Rap FreestyleFace off 'cause your shit is twisted Screw off your mouth 'cause this chick is gifted I stay whippin' in something you never seen Ain't into flossin' but I could put it on some Call 'em at the crib Tell 'em you just lost 1, 2 & 3 I'm about to run a Boston On son, how come I'm on one? I'm born free, you born dumb I pack a fortune My time is too much for what it's costing Hear any chick on the mic, you know I taught 'em What you just might get Is a chick that spit that wiz priceless I made a decision to play my position And this is the place in my life Where I start delivering, you know why? This game ain't got nothing on me None after, none before me I put the work in, I want the glory Here's my chance to tell my story Ride Wit Me (clean edit)Lytro, yeah, hm, yo Yeah, fuck the rest be, nobody can test me Rich like Nestle, thick like Wesley Snipe out, I'm the type that be about Crashin' up in ya joint and knockin' the lights out Feelin' lovely, trust me, I'm drug free Only chewed on bringing out the thug in me 'cause you sittin' on my nerves, when we've already heard That garbage, played-out crap you call rap Some chicks say they love that, well I'm above that Calling me a ? ? ? it's two, double O two And my crew roll thick like BIG Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and Rollin' with the shelter, making niggas jail free Like a Luger, I spit thick shit That a leave ya squad sick, 'cause I ran up in this shit Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Still got the little frame with the big name Watch it change 'cause, nah nigga, we ain't in the same gang We walk different and we talk a different slang You a sidekick, and I'm a four point six range You a one roof flat, I'm fifty acres of land In Jamaica with your man laid up, gettin' a tan Thought you knew, I'm overdue And you're overrated so cats are over you I inspired you, come on now, no way ? that rumour, the consumer won't believe it anyway Never play with the messenger, Head on Joan of Arc When I'm coming through these parts like just cut the dark I'm a trendsetter, go getter, bringer back 'cause I'm fed up, ready to get a set up Oh you scurred, vision blurred 'cause I serve these words And pitch them bitches with a curse Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Yo what I'm sayin I've been layin' waitin' for the right situation New York hawk city playin', back in the BK bomber Niggas in the hood call me Lyte But brothers call me Lana Moorer the high scorer Play fool if you want to, we closin' after quarter I started it and I shut the shit down Sit down, don't nobody move, I'm making haters quit now Been a long time coming but I'm running with the torch Race, got a lot a rats but I can't be caught, or bought 'cause I won't sell out, that's why me and the big dogs, we fell out Not with a major, but I'm still major league Crash ya dome with this ? then watch your nose bleed You want it, you can get it anytime 'cause I got many lines for niggas of any kind, you know me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brotha, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me Holla, get crunk, get live with me Brother, don't make you as fly as me Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me Come on ride with me, come on ride with me I Cram to Understand U (1990 remix)[ VERSE 1 ] I used to be in love with this guy named Sam I don't know why, cause he had the head like that of a clam But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause Sam was number one Cause to me, oh my gosh, he was one in a million I shoulda knew the consequences right from the start That he'd use me for my money, and then break my heart But like a fool in love I fell for his game But I got mine, so I show no shame In Empire winked his eye, and then he kept walkin And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin The roller disco where we all used to go Just to have some fun back in 1981 You know the place, Empire Boulevard Is where I first saw the nigga, and he tried to play hard But I knew the deal, cause I knew his brother Jerry And Sam, he just broke up with his girlfriend Terry So Jerry introduced Sam and I that night He said, "Hello, my name is Sam" I said, "Hi, my name is Lyte" We dipped and we dapped and we chit and we chat About this and that, from sneakers to hats He said, "Look, I'm in the mood for love Simply because you're near me" (Let's go) To my house, lay back and get nice Watch television, Reunite On Ice I said, "Slow down, I know you wanna shake me down But I'm not one of the girls to go rippin around" (Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand you) [ VERSE 2 ] Next month I finally went to his house I walked into the door, there was a girl on the couch I said, "Who's the frog, the bump on the log? You chump, you punk, how could you do me wrong? Singing sad songs about your love is so strong" You said, "Wait Lyte, you're confused, the girl is my cousin" Your brother agreed, but later she said that she wasn't (Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand U) [ VERSE 3 ] Forgotten, next month we went to the Deuce Well, I thought it kinda strange cause you had lots of juice You knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody Asked ya how you met em, said you met em at a party Then these girls tried to tell me you were sellin the stuff I said, "It's not your business, so shut the fuck up" They said, "Okay Lyte, think what you wanna think But it's gon' be some shit when your man becomes a -" I said, "Look, to bust a move, I don't even know you To put it Lyte, I really don't care to" They kinda got mad and sort of offended They said, "We only lookin out for yo best interest" I said, "Thanks but no thanks" in an aggravated tone "When I wanna find out, I find out on my own" (Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand U) [ VERSE 4 ] Then my cousin said she saw you with this lady named C Well I'm clawin my thoughts, I wonder who she could be You're spending all your time with her and not a second with me They say you spend your money on her and you're with her night and day Her name starts with a C and it ends with a k I strain my brain lookin for a name to fit this spellin But I just couldn't do it cause my heart kept yellin Burning, begging for affection from you, Sam But just like a test I cram to understand you Thought I knew you well enough to call you a man But (Just like a test Ju-just like a test Ju-just like a test I cram to understand you) [ VERSE 5 ] Then it came a time you started looking kinda thin I asked you why, you said, "Exercise, tryina stay slim" I bought it, even though I knew it was a lie Cause it really didn't matter, you were still lookin fly But oh no, oh no, you started askin me for money Butter me up, beg me and call me your honey So I gave you 2 yards, and then I gave you one more You picked up your jacket and you flew out the door You came back an hour later and you asked me for a 10 I said, "I only got a 20", you said, "Give me that, then" I said, "Nope, I'll tell you now, you better stop slobbin Find you a job, or you better start robbin" So I stepped off with a giant step Picked up my belongings, and I just left And now I see you in Empire every Sunday Juicin the girls up for some money and a lay But every time I see you doin it, I just ruin it Tell em how ya on crack, smoke, sniff, and chewin it And as for this girl, Miss C, oh well I was shocked as hell when I heard, Samuel When your homeboys told me, I almost went wack That the girl you was addicted to, her name was Crack Assaholic Anonymous (Interlude)A lot of men need to go to A.A And not A.A. as in Alcoholics Anonymous But A.A. as in Assaholics Anonymous 'Cause a lot of men are straight addicted to ass These are the men that, no matter what Can't see past a woman's butt These are the men that will lose their jobs for ass Drop out of school for ass Diss their friends for ass And even wreck their cars while looking at ass Damn ass-drunk drivers These are the men that are so addicted to ass That they'll always make butt statements Like "The woman's personality is wack, BUT she's got much backs" Or "The woman's breath is kinda hummin', BUT she's got a plump ol' onion" Taa-dow! So much so that they for get about such things as Personality, spirituality, compatibility, and metaphysicality 'Cause they're straight assaholics And like I said, they need to take their butts to Assaholics Anonymous And cure their dumb asses, BUTT... This Emcee (Interlude)My my my my my my ghetto... My ghetto got pimps and pushers and big money makers And shakers and fakers and all the crack makers And they all live in a place that you and I call the hood They be up to no good My ghetto got beats and bootys and cars and ghetto stars 9x9 with steel bars Pigs roll around leaving bruises and scars Rolling the dutches and Philly cigars Boom [Chorus: MC Lyte & Milk Dee] This emcee, she gets down Float into hip hop all throughout the town When I come through the door Better let me in Or I'll huff and puff and blow the sucker right in They wanna tag me, bag me, put they nose in it I suppose with it, they could get close to it Most wanna hit it but won't admit it 'Cause if they got to it, they would roast in it Wanna toast to it, go coast to coast in it Boast about it, most will shout it Post re-route it [?] others will doubt it Ooh, holy cow, look I'm holy now Profile with style Meanwhile, I hold it down Over by the Beacon Folks, they be peeping out who be creeping Seeking who be freaking Often they be leaking What they believe in Thoughts are misleading, deceiving Can't blame it on the rain or the champagne Or the red white, can't blame it on the hard times Blame it on the nookie Awww, sookie sookie Radio suckers never played me In the mix now, loving me lately Once again back is the incredible Rhyme animal, MC cannibal [Chorus] You're on the good ship lollipop It's a sweet trip to the candy shop You're on the good ship lollipop It's a sweet trip to the candy shop You're on the good ship lollipop It's a sweet trip to the candy shop Another Dope IntroYo who is it? Yo Lyte it's Epic, you got time to chill? Nah umm, sorry I ain't got no time to chill But I got umm.. Skins, skins, every now and then I meet a Peter with a pecker that tries to be in Because my tongue is the mind of a ReadyWriter Like Chuck D said, I'm a rhyme fighter No there is no other, because I'm smooth like butter Or should I say Parkay, butter - Parkay Butter - Parkay, fuck it anyway Yo, you get the rhythm (What the rhythm?) that I'm promotin And if not, I say it in slow motion L.... Y.... yeah.... T.... E.... Uhh! ("There it is") Lyte Tha MC Pt. 2Don't get it twisted, I'm still unlisted And that Shyne from Bad Boy, I'm still bumpin' it Yeah, me and my music, we's a custom fit It's that noise you bring, I can't do nothing with it When I ball through your hood it's like something hit It's remarkable, never heard this flow before, uh Like to keep it fresh, gotta keep it raw Maad Phunk got beats and Lyte's got lyrics, uh Can't you hear it, all go for the spirit Ain't no maiden, they broke the mould when they made me BK baby in navy looking shapely They tried to follow but they can't copy me And when they do it done, huns do it sloppily I got joints for the street, joints for the club Joints for radio, hits to rub it up No one can do it like I do it when I broke through You can't touch me, don't you see, Lyte as a rock I'm the one you been tryna please, Lyte the MC nigga Roll back you get swoll back, I'm tryna breathe, I am the Lyte now For all you fake ass Lyte MC's, Lyte the MC, there's only one me baby Don't get messed up I just got back but you still gon' have to catch up I make 'em fess up I'm proud, when I walk up in the room I keep my chest up I never lost, I never lose, I never will cause I'm ill And know it, I got skills You leave this here up to the pioneers Fall back, play it rear, every year's my year, yeah BK set it and I will have to debt it If you challenge me, can't a nigga silence me You too little, too late to try and rest, uh We don't even really care what's on your wrist Keep it to yourself These heads barely got enough to buy your little CD off the shelf What's the result, they go broke While you screamin' bout ya 22's, gleamin' in your shiny boat Say it if you're hot, we gon' see it if you're not You can't touch me, don't you see, Lyte as a rock I'm the one you been tryna please, Lyte the MC Roll back you get swoll back, I'm tryna breathe, I am the Lyte now For all you fake ass Lyte MC's, Lyte the MC, there's only one me baby I lays tracks and leave behind the rookies Outdance the majors, they thought they shook me I'm hook be, hip-hop's my aphrodisiac Never catch me in no sleazy act, I ain't a easy act Spit hotness on tracks, all day I'm the cure Spit fire, bring heat to ya floor Bang lyrics till our chin be sore, my word is all I have Nasty is the craft, dark flow the half Gotta love it when we all come through because You is me and I is you, listen Reppin' for the hood, gotta give 'em a taste Step them onto the stage, feel the embrace Only here cause you let me, now you cool cause you met me Here's the goods babe, don't forget me Lytro, two feet, now bust a leak You can't touch me, don't you see, Lyte as a rock I'm the one you been tryna please, Lyte the MC nigga Roll back you get swoll back, I'm tryna breathe, I am the Lyte now For all you fake ass Lyte MC's, Lyte the MC, there's only one me baby Jordan Effect[Verse 1: MC Lyte] I like giving life to the mic boards Like MJ give crack to back boys Notice I'm focused To perfection, I'm the closest The best and you know this Try not and I become the coldest Giving dudes the cold shoulders I'm like the water in my daughters And they clear like roaches When I step through they get treated and stepped to Like my nephew and my nieces You should hold on to them Jesus pieces Like your life's dependent on it you should be offended No one opposes and walks away with the winnings Not when I got my black and white with the Crimson, high [Hook: MC Lyte] Y'all don't wanna mess with us We can't be stopped, we can't be touched No matter how hard they try, Jordan brand stay fly Tell them haters bye bye [Verse 2: MC Lyte] Listen, above and beyond, we on We interlace like laces and it may sound basic, but we strong We interlock like chains, that represent the pain Hard work to sustain what we gain We made to create, and others are made to hate We overcome the dumb nonsense that awaits Thou shall not forsake the game I am to bring pain to those who misuse my name A heavyweight moving at a steady pace To say he's great, a huge understatement Wait, man, Jordan effect is what you facing The man, the shoe, the brand, it's amazing [Hook] King of RockI knew a girl that couldn’t tell time without a digital clock She was out on the block slinging rocks In pursuits of the cream cheese papers Smoked mad lace and she swung many capers Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents But before she made a twenty, ten cent got spent She smokin’ but bad times got good When she met an OG from the neighborhood Now all is well, though her life is a living hell She doesn’t know it, ‘cause her pockets don’t show it Her nigga complies with all of her wishes She feels like a queen but looks like a fiend Know what I mean She couldn’t get her lips off the pipe not yet And it won’t last long, wanna make a bet [Chorus:] She smokin’ that rock, sellin’ that rock Smokin’ and sniffin’ and sellin’ that rock Smokin’ that rock There is none higher, higher I knew a nigga had a car and some weed He figured this was the only way that he could succeed He proceed to let the greed prevail Not long ago he made his very first crack sale Now he’s large and in charge He got four, five, six, six, six cars in the garage It doesn’t matter how he got it Long as his keys stay heavy and his pockets stay knotted Whath he didn’t know is he would meet a hoe Who would smoke sun to sun I call her verse one She get that nigga for everything he got ‘Cause she snippin’ that and he’s sellin’ that [Chorus] He met her around the way Smoothe as oil of Olay He didn’t know what to say Eventually they would lay She wanted a hit and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no smack on the ass I tried to tell her that the high won’t last She wouldn’t listen, mind over matter But her world was shattered So the matter ruled over her mind Every time she’s trippin’ ain’t a figure of speech She be trippin’ every day of the week Not only does he want in now he wants to be down So he snippin’ blow too now Zodiac (The Deep Sign remix)Libra, Cancer Gemini, Pisces, what's your zodiac sign Aries Aquarius, Taurus, Sagitarius, Leo, Virgo Capricorn, Scorpio, when were you born, What's your sign One zero the month of the year I'm not a hero but I come when in despair I float like the wind, the mighty air sign When I use my mind its not hard to find Those who would not like to see me fly Rather step on my wings and watch me die But that can never be I use my skills Postitive, negative energy male and female Emotions within me Leo, Aquarius compatibility Also Gemini but I got four eyes for one set of twins I look deep within Often distracted by pretty little things Like the wings of an angel or the song they may sing Argumentative but I hate confrontation Ruled by Venus and starked with hesitation Procrastincator, never an instigator You wanna riff homie I'll see you later Sapphire, My type of jewel I turn on one who thinls he knows me too well Like the water barrier with the million dollar smile Flowing like the Nile or the waters from the Panama canal Pisces a fabulous catch They remain detached Yet to find a match Don't lose your breath waiting to exhale, I shall prevail Weighing souls on the scale Follow me as we take this trip through astrology The galaxy from Pluto to Mercury What ya gonna do when the planets line up Your time is up and your city blows up Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear none I'm at one with the sun till I'm done Astrologically speaking on the track Dropping solar facts about the zodiac The sun and the mooon and the stars Make up the universe Earth is not far from the planet Mars Virgo the virgin running from the twins Stung by the Scorpio running through the Lions den Ram with legs of a crab With the half man half horse waiting in the past Of course if you check the math its all symbolical Horoscopes are purely logic Libra, Cancer Gemini, Pisces, what's your zodiac sign Aries Aquarius, Taurus, Sagitarius, Leo, Virgo Capricorn, Scorpio, when were you born, What's your sign Intro 2[KRS-One] Turn it up Turn it up yo Turn it up This is it Two Seater[Chorus] If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm startin' out early on a Saturday night It's six, my gear is fixed and I'm feelin' alright My profile from my Z as pretty as can be Get out your shit and come ride with me, yeah What's up, baby? You headed my way? I'm off to the Westside to hit the highway So park your Jeep hеre and get in my ride You'll bе well taken care of once you're inside I got automatic locks, newly installed shocks To care of the bumps as we ease over the rocks I got the what, huh, the boomin' sound system To take you in your ears to another dimension As I listen, to whatever you got to speak I'm pumpin' you over smoothed out beats Now rock the boat, sugar, but don't you tip it over I used to get busy in the back of my mom's Nova But now it's all about you Still, you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater [Chorus] If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what, say what, say what) If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what, say what, say what) If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what, say what, say what) [Verse 2] They all know that I'm scorchin' hot I'm too much as I rock your knot, they try to keep in touch But I keep 'em at a distance I know their resistance is low 'cause I got the stuff that's good to go You could come see me and observe How I kick a hors d'oeuvre, first come, first served (Come watch me now) In the twilight, I hit the highlight to read the captions To exactly who I'm waxin' I kick it all the way to fifth before I downshift Four, three, two, one, as I cap my gift (Blast off) I'm ready for the type of action that can only happen In my ride while I'm rappin' I'm ready to get it on and do the do Still you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Hit it) [Chorus] If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what, say what, say what) If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what, say what, say what) If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater [Verse 3] Now, ridin' down the ave, it's about that time (Time) Rain and grime, my shit still shine (Shine) I got what you call an itching for a scratch Ready to reattach then lock my latch I got my shades down low as a listen to the beat flow Yeah, and I let down my window I got a blackberry tree hanging from my rearview Baby, put there to tempt you (Yeah, baby) When in L.A., I hit the 110 in my friend's Benz 'Cause the ride never ends But right now, I'm chillin' in the East Where the only harbor is beauty running from the beast As I dip dive, down the I-95 Hit Phatlanta, do you wanna take a ride? (Ride, ride) I'm fixin' to get wit' you But there's only room for two, gotta leave behind the crew (True dat) Looking good, your eyes twinkle like a star Have to say it, you remind me of my car as I play it Mary J. CD, singin' I wanna be happy, but not with K-Ci I need a man that don't mind ridin' shotgun Let me control this, it could be fun You keep it real, I'll let you touch my steering wheel Still you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Hit it, baby) [Chorus] If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what, say what) If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what) If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Say what, say what, say what) If you wanna ride good life, baby You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater [Outro] Bentley, droptop, ridin' good life, baby In the two seater You can't smoke in the two seater Yeah, ridin' good life, ha I know you jealous, ha Ha, I know you wish you had this, ah, yeah Ridin' good life, yeah, ridin' Intro 1[KRS-One] Yo what up Its the blast master KRS-One And I'm chilling in Brooklyn Now we come down right now to let you know That MC Lyte is not to be fucked with This album will bring nothing but the lyrical terrorism and hardcore beats So come down MC Lyte Because you alone run the dancehall (?) Radio’s Nightmare (Interlude)With a uh-uh here A uh-uh there Here a huh, there a huh Everywhere a uh-uh MC Lyte, she had a jam Sam I am, I cram to understand Now how many licks Does it take for you to get From the center of my clit To the tops of my tits Aww, shit Did I see spit? Can't forget Easy to get with Now lickety my [?] Let's make it fit like a ball in a mitt It's hot Now drop it to the bottom of the pit Like the bottom of the pot Is filled with some thick shit But what's you hit it It's too legit to quit Let's seek out the loser from the winner Though the winner doesn't always Have to start as a beginner [?] I am humpin and bumpin and [?] All over the jam You're everything that I thought you were and more Now watch it swing three inches from the floor You're the bomb I know, baby, like a monstar But I can't get your feet out the back of my [?] Ice Cream Dream (Remix)[Intro: Jermaine Dupri & MC Lyte] Check it ("I am the Lyte") I got a remix for ya ("I am the Lyte") Yeah, I got a remix for ya (My ice cream dream, mhm) ("I am the Lyte") I got a remix for ya ("I am the Lyte") (Yeah, my ice cream dream) ("I am the Lyte") I got a remix for ya (Just the way I like it) Check it [Chorus: Lisa Keith] Smooth and rich, it's so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting Ice cream dream [Post-Chorus: Sample] Clap your hands, everybody, come on Clap your hands, clap your hands [Verse 1: MC Lyte] Sweet dreams, from this don't wake me You couldn't even if you tried to shake me What do ya want ‘cause I’m in a deep sleep No nightmare here, dear, I’m talking chocolate treat Slick and slippery, thick it’s gotta be It’s mandatory that I make him a part of me I'll make the dream last ‘cause it seems I can only have him, in my ice cream dream [Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)] Smooth and rich, it's so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream) Ice cream dream (Yeah) [Post-Chorus: Jermaine Dupri & Sample] Clap your hands, everybody, come on Here we go Clap your hands, clap your hands Check it out [Verse 2: MC Lyte] Sweet as candy, a physique for show I'ma let him know we can go toe for toe Hip to hip, lip to lip, and then lock it Big fat feet means big fat pockets Trick or treat, tasty like pastry Hmm, I wonder has he had any lately Ready to hit it if you know what I mean 'Cause homie seems to be like an ice cream dream [Chorus: Lisa Keith, MC Lyte, Jermaine Dupri] Smooth and rich, it's so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... (So so funky) Ice cream dream (Yeah) Take a scoop, it's so tasty (Can you taste it, baby?) Don't keep me waiting (Goody, goody) Ice cream dream (Mhm) [Post-Chorus: Jermaine Dupri & Sample] Clap your hands, everybody, come on Yeah Clap your hands, clap your hands [Verse 3: MC Lyte] Dark, handsome, six feet tall 31 flavors, I believe he's got 'em all Slippin' and slidin' and oozin' down the cone Hope he doesn't melt before I get him home Drip drop, come on, feed me, Seymour Take some now, I know later there'll be more We got the best, it seems you're the king You’re the man in the picture of my ice cream dream [Chorus: Lisa Keith, MC Lyte, Jermaine Dupri] (I got a remix for ya) Smooth and rich, it's so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... (I got a remix for ya) (Mmm) Ice cream dream (My ice cream dream) (I got a remix for ya) Take a scoop, it's so tasty (Goody goody, goody goody) Don't keep me waiting (I got a remix for ya) Ice cream dream (Uh) Smooth and rich, it's so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... (You're the man, in the picture, of my ice cream dream) Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting (Goody goody) Ice cream dream [Interlude: MC Lyte & Jermaine Dupri] Goody goody Ha, here's a cone, take a lick Yeah ("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh ("I am the Lyte") Ya know ("I am the Lyte") Goody goody ("I am the Lyte") Here's a cone, take a lick (Yeah) ("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh ("I am the Lyte") Yeah ("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh Yeah (Mmm) [Verse 4: MC Lyte] Smooth and rich, he's looking real nice Cool as ice, but then again, not quite This kind of honey is the type I like looking at He could scoop me up twice 'cause he's all that So I'ma ease up, no time to waste Forget the chase, I’m prepared to get a taste Licky here, licky there 'cause I like it Too much to eat so I guess I'll...bite it [Chorus: Lisa Keith] Smooth and rich, it's so true of us Dreams of you, me in a... Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty Don't keep me waiting Ice cream dream [Interlude: (Lisa Keith), Jermaine Dupri, MC Lyte] (Ice cream) Lyte (Dream) So So Def, in effect (Ice cream) Yeah, he's my ice cream dream (Dream) Uh (Yeah) Woo [Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)] Smooth and rich, it's so true of us (He's my ice cream dream) Dreams of you, me in a... Ice cream dream (Yeah, my ice cream dream) Take a scoop, it's so tasty (Just the way I like it) Don't keep me waiting (Uh-huh) Ice cream dream Smooth and rich, it's so true of us (Mmm, goody goody, goody goody) Dreams of you, me in a... Ice cream dream Take a scoop, it's so tasty (My ice cream dream, uh-huh) Don't keep me waiting Ice cream dream Mickey Slipper (interlude)[lyte] ready? [guy] no [lyte] oh! [lyte] *whistling scrappy doo* puppy, power! [lyte] *beatboxing like a pro* [guy] okay, hello! [lyte] watch your drin.. what? watch your drink! No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late? Hit it! I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana Sippin on some vodka in a glass with tropicana I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job Men in bikinis, g-strings should I say Waitin for the daddy-long-one to come my way Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get He offers me his hand, of course you know I take it Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky What I didn't know was somebody slipped a mickey Into my drink, which caused a fantasy And somehow slapped me back into reality! Wish I had another mickey I'd go back for a quickie Find the daddy-long-one that was surely tryin to get me This just goes to show, you must stop and think When you're out partyin, never leave your drink.. Word! Everyday (Smoothed Over remix)Hook: Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Off the top see me and want to serve Just thinkin about what they need Ain't that some nerve, now look here 24 hours and 7 whole days, I demand my respect I demand my praise, everyday that I wake I gotta have everything done with no mistakes I take it incredibly slow don't try to rush me No means no, I never said a no that meant yes Other women get taken for granted I guess I got a wish list that must be fulfilled And you gets none until I get my toes sucked And my eyebrows pluked I need my car waxed and floor shellac I need my back rubbed and da bubbled in the tub That float to the bed so that we can make love Hook: Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday It ain't to ask for when I come off tour to have my truck washed Or my body massaged, all the bills paid I send home All my dough and you being my man it just ain't for show All the lovey dovey yeah that is sweet But honey bunny yeah gotta earn your keep But don't sleep cause I need a lot done And cold harded yeah check out whatever is clever And get to stepping if you know somthing better If not then respect whatcha got Meanwhile I got a new tide at the lot Pick it up and bring it back to the spot This is how we do it this is how we do it everyday I need it done in a special way baby, tell them how it goes Hook: Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday On the real I need an man that understands me and Realizes the reality. I'm in the m.c. industry which Means I want to live lovely I gotta make money Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got If it's too hot then raise up out my spot If it's my trade I made up the black ace of spade Alone in the world it's me ya can't fade It's my life, I do it my way You don't like my way, hit the highway See I'm special not because I'm mc lyte, but because I'm a women with the gift to bear life, it's done Yes I've rested my case now run pick up my dermalogica For my face this is how it goes down everyday I need it done in a special way baby Hook: Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday One on One (Master Tee remix)Yeah! Uh! Uh yeah! Wooh! Smooth, better than I've ever seen him As I flip the Vibe Book He's on the front page Never Looking his age He's all that and I'm all in So let the games begin Now I'ma give ya something So you could get in to it I got the side view so I could watch it You've been on my mind But your're so hard to find Hollywood's got a hold on That behind I ain't ashamed to play the game Listen here I won't say no names Put your ass out Make your woman put your ass out If you Knew that I was talking to you You would pass out cause I gave you bo type of indication and If I did I was probably on the some medication I got the hots for you Daddy and I just begun Lets do this- one on one Chorus: One (8X) I wanna play that game One (8X) Just you and me baby one on one Half way acroos the world I seen you at my show Wit your girl Back in italy but you Are still into me Causeif you are- I'm here to let ya know You don't have to be a superstar For me and you to go far Now I ain't never lied You got the body of an angel Bango, bango Watch the bojangle from every angle I'm clocking you honey We could sign a prenup I got my own money I just wanna get to know you A little better in the lyte After dark On the DL Whatever I wanna feel your muscle flex off your backbone I got the jones and I can't leave you alone I wanna rub your deltoid down to your bi-cep Better late than never And I'm sorry I slept but now I'm Well awake and I'm ready for the fun Let's do this- one on one Chorus Damn- the only brother make me look twice Believe that baby I wanna sacrifice I'm on it- you couldn't shake me off If you tried No sleeping on the job and I'm wide-eyed I like the video you got out The song is butter Try to keep a clean head and my mind Out the gutter But it's hard- you bring out the best and the worst If you way back when I Would've let you hit it first Love, its like water on the brain Only you can tame this run away train Last time I seen ya- geam in your eye You was looking fly with your girl By your side Shit, I ain't trying take her place I just wanna have your face All up in my space I got the hots for ya and I just begun You and me baby- one on one Chorus Ha! Yeah! Just you baby and me One on one Druglord Superstar (MILK. remix)Got a new gig, here you come again kid Fresh out the dog, done did your bid But you can't stay here no more Not in this crib Not with the foul way that you used to live I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month Not giving a f**k about what I want Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe! The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed Cause of your f**king death wish Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherf**ka like you just didn't care Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the f**k is up?" What's up? But you say, "F**k him" you could start your own ring and things Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing Now you got eight men working 7 days a week 2 be the runners, 5 on the street 1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar You got a new crib, new truck, new car Trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot And they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile You down to 6 motherf**kas and 3 of them motherf**kas is nothing but suckas I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile Ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must Be soft Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away A place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when They said "Crime don't pay" I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib Not with the foul way that you choose to live Motherf**ka -- you know what/ Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it! Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more Just take it, I don't know who the f**k you think you are Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you I don't -- I'm thru with you motherf**ka Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache Too much shit I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more Kill Screen a.k.a. Steve WiebeThis is rebel shit - Mojave rock Got polyglots, who'll molly whop you 'til your body pop I'm never sick, when my temperature drop, it's 7 Up 105.6 hell, praise the rock I ain't a savior, just your neighbor like amazing Peter Minus the spider bite, the webs, the Aunt and Uncle neither But save the reasoning, the need to tuck the dynamite To even up the nonbelievers Man humble season was cool, sure Now I'm seeing North Shore faces, are y'all sure Turn around and walk four paces I'll walk forth five, y'all 86'ed in all cases I'm the figure 8 sideways, always ageless Y'all in the club aimless, blind, spades shit My time and space mix, record a rhyme on spaceships You way behind like you caught a ride on a slave ship I'm the modern anomaly, brazen Amelie, faceless Representing the basement, raised up, cage less Limitless, reminiscent of rapists Boundaries, got none; rock, paper, shotgun Achtung, baby not an A.D.D 80's baby I'm not from Rated G catering eras I was the type of New Yorker rhyming at night in the park And hiding a knife in the hair and even though Mama was careful I would be fighting so often, finding the light in dark Was time and just life in the mirror Reflection infinite, Escher In the end, we are who we are, Ke$ha Late night dive bar, sipping on a vesper I'm Bond and the villain in one time bomb, test her Dressed mismatch like confederate soldiers Told ya best to think fast, this level is over I'm going for the kill screen, fistful of quarters Billy Mitchell, I'm a fiend; jumping barrels, famous sauces Was a preteen prodigy, plethora of knowledge I don't mean like Albert Johnson, I mean Jean was on to college I'll never respect a comment from a novice I'll never be just a common denominator, I promise I was nominated flyest so you'll see I'll take us higher, the defiant one The phoenix from the fire, hell mouth leviathan Only get killed at the end of time so I'm buying some This is heavy metal - Ryerson Or Reitman & Mogel '81 either is right man Life spans eternal ever since I touched the mic stand Put the mic in my right hand; left hook, goodnight man Rest good, hype man, Jeannie take it easy Like bikinis on some white sand is on me I'm calm b, sipping on a zombie, Condé, Nast No bath salts spilling in my flask I'm appealing to your class Laugh now get shot later with sedatives Medicate to torture you some more so aww, you better live Edifice, living in a world full of Oedipus It's all relative, melanin, nepotism Tell the kids hell is in, check the prisons I wanna teach particle physics business Just as a better business class, syllabus rise up You wanna get your philistine thighs up My abilities high as fuck, still willing to try luck I wish I had guillotine garage doors Mass carnage, barnyard parties, animals, carnivores Trash, garbage, Skarsgård hotties, mandibles, parting jaws Bleeding y'all dry of convictions, the art of war U&Me&EveryoneWeKnow[Intro] Un Deux Trois Quatre Cinq Six Sept Huit Neuf Dix [Verse 1] Back here at square one Like I just did the home base run Without winning any bases though All basic reasoning out the window Ron Browz shit, Erick Sermon style Like I got kicked off a cloud Method Man, ‘95 Rap references because you get em all You even get that I should have said that it was ’94 (’93) Hard place when you wanna still rock to it Living in my glass house Steady throwing rocks through it I never stopped feeling the love for ya I just stopped being the one for ya I think Too much Over analyzing everything sucks I’m over over-dramatizing everything but You’re never on the level I’m on, unless we’re cut-ting Plus then we never argued when thrusting but then After all, it just turns to dust, brother Swear I’d never love another if this really worked out But this is just like watching fitness informercials from the couch Ouch I know, you’re lazy It’s easier to pick a partner less crazy Much less work, less purpose, less of A to Z Cause I’m an alpha, bet it’s hard to stay with me Heart palpitations do still occur though You and me, some Merlot, situation blurs so Much I be thinking how this shit could actually work again It’s even nice to have you back in my world as my friend Hey, sometimes I gotta say it simply (why) Cause sometimes things are simple (come on) We make it complicated for the win, B Cause otherwise we’d just be faced with all the n-words Inner child, inner space, inner monologue We exchange intercourse without a dialogue Introduce intimate ways to turn our fire off The thing in us that seeks the spark, light Higher, moth I still adore you; you adore me theoretically So now I gotta shut the door on you So I can find out who is next for me [Refrain] You and me and everyone we know That’s you and me and everyone we know [Jean Grae: singing] Cause you know, you’re not gonna find what you’re looking for Stay searching You and me and everyone we know It’s you and me and everyone we know It’s you and me You and me and everyone we know You, me, everyone we know You and me and everyone we know My Story[Verse 1: Jean Grae] “If I could swim a thousand lakes to bring your life back...” I write That, but infinity can’t rewind facts. You are Divinity. My primitive mind was struggling Just to understand the meaning of life, forgive me I never told my mommy, I couldn’t break her spirit. She always Wished her daughter extraordinary thinking, so I Traveled alone, young, sixteen, got in The habit of not staying at home, doing the Sad walk like Bill Bixby, a dollar fifty Trips to the hospital so that Medicaid could fix me I couldn’t eat shit. I fainted frequent On cold floors and I pause and I think, “Keep it” I’m lost. My four friends know and just Fuck at the boys’ apartments for rent, so I’m all Wishing that it’s a dream ending soon. I’ve actually Erased a lot that I’ve been through [Hook: Jean Grae] See, when The rain comes down I know it’s falling for me And only for me And when The pain comes around, there’s nowhere Else I rather would be I know what I’ve done (Please forgive me) [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Now all my bitter homies saying, “That’s what men do.” Feeling Retarded for seeing partner potential. On top Of that, the doctors telling me a heart murmur. I can’t Take it, I’m contemplating a Glock burner, a Cop murderer. I can’t leave. This can’t be The tears streaming, and I can’t see they lanced me And I’m passing out, and this is just for blood. They had To cover the mass amounts. I’ve had enough And you don’t know what it’s like in waiting rooms, and out- -side, their picketing pictures could slay you They’re screaming, “Victims,” and spitting ‘til they shame you I hold my head low and shiver, push my way through They put you in a room where you can change into Your gown and shower cap, shaking as a fiend would do And that’s when you think of leaving, fleeing the building And then they call you and you’re hearing the call of your children They count down from ten now. You wanna stop ‘em, but You say it in your head: you’re out for the cut And then you wake up in another room with plenty others They call it recovery. You’re thinking, “We ain’t mothers” And then prescription pills, written a ‘script with chills An understatement. You’re dressed but you’re naked still And your brain won’t think straight Wait. Can’t finish this [Hook: Jean Grae] See, when The rain comes down I know it’s falling for me And only for me And when The pain comes around, there’s nowhere Else I rather would be I know what I’ve done (Please forgive me) [Verse 3: Jean Grae] I kept it bottled up. My parents found the pills Screaming, “God what have you done?” Cried ‘til I snotted blood Then got a gun. My temple ran quick though From the thought, then the worst: I was caught in the same place A year later. For me, that’s when hatred started My faith martyred. I’ve dated the father of a father Then I moved on. Years passed, the guilt’s Worse and it builds ‘til your heart’s smashed Then I miscarried. Twenty-two age, I was headed to A breakdown, swallowed up some pills and I laid down I was a failure at that too, bailed from The rap then, but fate took me back in “Sing” is a tattoo my fingers attached with. Twenty-seven With three kids that I never met. What if I Was Catholic? Wonder if they hate me, thinking how Their mother could ever murder? Well take me, Hell To the depths where the brimstone chokes me constantly I am a monster, see. How could I possibly Correspond with God when I gave the authority To end their life? But it’s never over, even if we have a child They could have had a brother or a sister or both I’m thinking about another life that almost got close Praying that, in another time, we could have changed posts If I could just reverse time, I would I don’t know what I would do. Honestly, it’s not good I’m sorry... FUCKERY LEVEL 3000[Verse 1] Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom circa tabaca-ing goer Circle tobacco ring blower I'll murk you black. Get sewn up My work is black I got diplomas in the back That are bursting over the sack that I hold em in Cause its folder was folding over I know what they been told ya But since I'm going in again, it's like drop and bend over Over and over, with no lube Get that veteran in embedded in yo stools Yokels, locals Slow cruise to yo demise, know it in the vocals I got no couth, no lies; I'm dedicated, focused Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the apocalypse Strapped with a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch The clock ticks. Y'all concerned with crotch sticks I'm concerned with moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your rocks I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the Casebasket epistle The last greatest apostle, the baddest damie The combination of Gladys Knight and Pips in one place And a Robert Blake fan I'll keep you in a basement While chained to a day bed With the door blocked with a Maytag And at four o'clock I'll let snakes in And stand in the door sipping a tall boy Coors light and giggle in your face then Sociopath, with a golden flask And I'll fill with it gasoline to throw at yo ass And then fill it up back again with some of your pieces Your liver, your back, your face a bit of your penis Double hands with a W Better do whatever you can to cover you Jean Lang came to clubber you Pain, whatcha gonna do [Verse 2] Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a green blouse With a crimson stain from a beat down At a business meeting in a tea lounge Like, "Nah, I'm cool, please, sit down Proceed," bleeding out The whole team freaking out, text-ing each other under the table I'm office space calm, I offer face palms Comma face balm for after on my dot com; I'm basically batshit You basic bastard I never pace it I crave action, I transform like I'll save y'all But then I stay Ratchet I'll bash your face in the baseboards of a burning building With the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting back millions Dash in a race and abandon smashing the tape at the last second Then beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start blasting Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel playing When I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm classy Dokken and Sebastian Bach blaring When I'm mass murdering turned to decibels Certain to drown the tears, it's nasty On the Pulaski bridge, trunk full up with the shotgun, shotgun Tongue dripping with vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of Alaska In October, in a black dress and blasting Frank Zappa The consummate top assassin The consulate tracking after And flipping the birds to diplomats out the whip With an Andy Richter mask on Cause I passed on getting a sidekick Cause everybody ain't ready to die for this I'll drive on dialysis, I'll drive over your dialysis And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I like challenges Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of Prozac And I don't care how you find them Wanna know what I'm like, fine then I'll like fine men, smart men, where the fuck do you find them No, seriously, I'm actually asking you where can find them I'm into crime and environments that you cry in I don't imply it, I vividly give you my end You'll think I'm lying 'til shivering in a lion's den In an abandoned zoo naked covered with flies and Strapped to Kobe beef steaks Ya don't believe me, for Pete's sake Man, what the fuck do I have do to convince you I'm the Freeway villain Kiefer Sutherland I love when people suffering It feels like I'm on reefer when they're blubbering I'm serious I'm FCC's damn problem, and At best Tsidi's man problems I guess could be the one thing I wanna work on I'm glad that we're getting this work done Guess i would have never thought to talk, but who knew Getting this out could be cool We should totally do this next week You're good, you You look testy Lovesong[Intro (Overlapped with Bridge): Jean Grae] Ooh, that was wrong! Oh man. You told me stuff, and we gots to find a song for them all. It’s appreciation though. Yo, Dee, to start, play the original so I can get in the mood to kick these verses. Alright, oh, uh, yeah, yeah. I see you, love. I said, “All the time.” Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why? Nah. I know I do. I do, it’s true. I ain’t pretending, man. Aight, aight. Let’s get into it, for real, for real. Aight? One. Drop it, drop it [Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Intro): Sample from The Stylistics - “Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart)”] You’re alone all the time Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why you seem To fall in love? Out again Do you ever really love? Or just pretend? Why fool yourself? Don’t be afraid To help yourself It’s never too late, too late to stop... [Bridge 2: Sample from Rodney Cee on Double Trouble - “Stoop Rap” with Scratches by Da Beatminerz] (x7) Here’s a little story that must be told [Verse 1: Jean Grae] She grew up Believing in passion and love, whose folks divorced and remarried Very naïve, seen life and commitments that Should have been dead and buried, highly sentimental, sensitive Gentle beyond the point she should be. What might be obvious To most, she says they’re too bitter, can’t see The world the way she does, clean lungs, undamaged liver, sees Thugs through her pink-tinted glasses. Occasionally, weed Does make her giggle, listen to some music closer, dudes Approach her lightly, wanna be her lover, and she obliges Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes, says She’s just in love with love, cuts her classes, spends too much time Entrancing, romancing. Things are changing quickly. She’s asking “Why aren’t you spending more time with me?” Nigga’s eyes are getting Shifty, coming over later smelling of pussy on his face Jeans and sweaters—something’s fishy. And it’s not what He tells her, man, it’s what he don’t, and she don’t understand And, for some years, she probably won’t. Just wants an honest man For goodness sake, they’re backstabbing and cutting her throat Restraining orders follow, but she still optimistic about it Like Annie, thinking “Tomorrow” maybe will be a better day I let her pray on bended knees, ask him to send Prince Charming, please She’s never cheated, treats her man well, cooks, cleans Dresses sexy for him, halter tops and tight jeans, would break The law for him, go through a couple of these relationships Still stays strong, she’s too young and dumb to call it quits Learns that she carrying twice, scared and afraid the first Time. The second, she don’t even cry. He makes her wipe away His tears and it hurts. They always leave and turn crazy, so She doesn’t flirt, spends time warning the babies Goes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong Too young and dumb to call it quits. It’s still a love song [Verse 2: Jean Grae] She’s got A good man. She’s nineteen, he’s twenty-one and sweet and honest Promised to love her, talk of marriage. She would never wanna Be somebody’s baby’s mother, use rubbers occasionally When she’s flowing, open off the affection and gifts and all The good manners he’s showing. He’s trying to build a life for himself Studies late, computer shit, and she’s missing attention that She’s not getting, sex dwindles. Crawling in the sheets, he say He tired, and she say she feel neglect and defeat, just doesn’t See his ambition, she wanna be the universe and hold His center position, starts hanging ‘round the best friend more Crazy attraction, takes impulsive action, dropped the drawers And falls in love, the world explodes when she confesses. “Yeah, I did it So?” They’re so tight, it’s like he moves when she stretches. Over The couple years, too many stresses, girls who wanna fight her Bitches writing letters, friendships disappearing, plus He rhymes, so it’s competitive pressure, miscarriage. They break up Fifty times a week and make up just as much. He fucking And I know, but pretending I’m out of touch. It’s getting Strained and gets physical, she cries until the river dries And leaves her dead and cold, packs up her things and leaves behind. What I Had thought was gold was only gold-plated. Thinking of all The other ones I could have just left and up and dated Single after four years. Starting over never easy, but it Takes some time to realize your own worth, come into Your own, play your mental rebirth. She starts penning some Better poems, straighten up her bank account, likes to take Herself out. I’m getting better at it. I’ve had A few relationships, but still too young and dumb enough to call It quits. It’s still a love song [Bridge 3: Jean Grae] Love All I ever want is you All I ever had Needed in my life was you All that ever was, all I ever had [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Maybe it’s Easier to talk about this shit in third person, learning Better, looking for nub in all the wrong places like I’m Eddie Murphy, curse me to repeat the same cycle I’m breaking No longer think relations make a better woman, just For life I’m pursuing, growing but hopelessly romantic still Tasted weather in the bitter climates, love the sunshine better Dreaming of dream proposals, decent moral values placing Higher on my chart, trying not to have a shallow heart But battle scars are deep and reach into the depths of Hell and back Try to give up the grudges. Think it’s experience And move from the clutches of sadness. It’s difficult Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t an adult. Adolescent Primetime sitcom star, I’ve been too far And too much, too hard for too long. It’s still a love song You Don’t Like It (So What)Jeannie Jeannie I hear them screamin', want me back, oh I thought you didn't believe in me, I was wack, oh You want the in between Fellini, white and black, umm Well I don't know I feel a way, about your ac-tions What can you offer me, apologies Security, amazing publicity Or cult-status obscurity Cause I do nothin' for the purity, the love Get the fuck on with that, this ain't nothin' but maturity Don't go get your white gloves to deal with it Grown ass woman who's no prone to fearin' shit Piss up in your snow cone jackass, so here's a tip Don't eat the Grae snow, go fix your face bro I swing my mace low, I don't mean mace, no Gogo Yubari that Crazy 88 flow No folks, your army brats made in a place so I'm really not afraid of them, I'm Project Mayhem I'm complex, based on an abominable case study Based on phenomenon in space, buddy Take that, take that, Diddy In yo face, Eddie, turn the lights off, Teddy You are not a beautiful snowflake, Chuck When the goin' gets weird the weird turn pro, Hunt If we gonna use quotes then step your quote game up Hit the sample, Hit Girl, okay you cunts I'm like Judy Blume with uzi's You're like Jacques Costeau exploring in jacuzzis Oh wow, you really got deep there Three feet, whoah what a fuckin' reach, yeah OMG can you even come back up for air? ROFLMAO, no one really cares I'm at Waffle House, deep, picking Cher "Do You Believe" On the jukebox and dancin' on a chair My sleeves rolled up, I dont give a fuck fam I'm me so what, me Jeanius, damn Fire bad, rap good I'm the entire back row of the class Would you please stop trying to teach me I'm past it, advanced Regents smashed it Peed on it Kelly, Kelly, Regis, Justin, Kelly, Kelly, Zacked it You might not get it, rewind it, get active I spin spit different, hipster arachnid Specifically classics, but consider me average if I'm mentioned in public, cause you bound to be clowned For includin' me in your rap list of The top motherfuckas who ass kick Not that the statement's not accurate (it is) Just that motherfuckas need to face the facts a bit Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper, nigga, handle it New York, west side in the 20's, Chelsea Handler shit Looooooord have mercy Yup, just wasted four bars there You don't like it, so what, I don't care, nope I can afford to waste bars like it's healthcare In Amer- oh fuck it, I failed, yeah All hail the prevailin' queen of fuckery here Crown tilted to the side, and finger fuckin' the air Upchuckin' a beer, leg humpin' a stud Gun tucked in the rear pocket, duckin' the fuzz Wait, I don't carry no guns, double negative [Outro] Um, I, I really don't have any guns on me, officer Um, it's just, it's a rap song, and uh, sometimes When you say that you have guns in a rap song People don't want to come and get you? Um, but I understand that, uh, sometimes you may shoot yourself in the club Uh, so I do not have guns You may search me, and my friends And also let us go Thank you I obey the law. Obey the law, guys! I'm going to go have a drink Not drive, just drink Keep Living (The Official Bootleg Mix)[Intro] Yeah. This the one they told me not to put out. But you got to give the people what they want. So brothers, sisters, I’ve been holding this one back. This one for y’all. Let’s go [Verse 1] I'm feeling numb, thinking of changing my name to Crystal Meth I’m playing this game, holding my mic like a pistol Aiming at death and I love nobody Alone in this world—that's how I came in it But shit could flash and reverse the same in a minute I don't even love life no more—my niggas, I just live it And I don't love love. All the hurting is infinite I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept a gallon of tears From malice, divorced mates to lost peers Drowned it in a haze of smoke and glasses that never ran empty Bottles of So-Co, cheap vodka and 20/20 Spending my pennies for thoughts on quarts of Henny Fame? Got none. Pain? Like the movie, have plenty Like a shotgun, double-barrel fully loaded, ready to blow I want to turn around and aim at myself Been failing my health. I hardly even eat no more My lunch is munchies from the corner store, tropical fantasy Me and my family, me and my niggas used to be tight But now we see each other on the block with no pounds And keep it moving. Gotta move on I know I’m doing it right. I’m still living, hustling life Still, shit [Hook] For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day For all my niggas, hold a bottle, drink the pain away What type of life is this? For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave Let’s keep living For all my niggas, drink the pain away For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day What type of life is this? For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave Let’s keep living. Let’s keep living [Verse 2] Grew up a child of an alcoholic, sister to schizophrenic And already inherited one and they both are genetic When sun falls, I gets no sleep. Nights is filled With party and bullshit, Bacardi and full clips Just to deal with it. Got a full heart, but I don't feel With it no more. I have fury of woman who scorned Just live my life like the X-Files and trust nobody Forgetting everyone. Now I'm just for getting the money Funny how shit can change and switch up, fragile to rip on you Spent too much of my young life just trying to stitch shit up Uh. I'm living day-by-day now. Every step is play-by-play Hand to mouth. I'm just trying to make the moments count Eyes read, stressing my soul. Chest grows From heavy smoking addict since nine. A nicotine addict Devoted at it but, still, I need some type of release I quit the trees at least Yo, I'm learning, niggas, but I'm slow at it Always gave my motherfuckers the benefit of the doubt But it seems that everybody’s just out for self I used to love her. Now I gotta make her work for my wealth I gotta eat, y'all [Hook] For all my niggas, smoke a pack a day For all my niggas, hold a bottle, drink the pain away What type of life is this? For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave Let’s keep living For all my niggas, drink the pain away For all my niggas, smoke a pack of Newports a day What type of life is this? For all my niggas getting the cash and all my niggas who chill on the ave Let’s keep living. Let’s keep living [Verse 3] It’s from rapping to nicotine, niggas clapping and niggas’ll fiend From some shit I haven’t seen to everything I’ve been through It's like losing the love of your life twice in the same night Being deaf for years, gained your hearing and losing your sight Trying to shine but I’m just getting eclipsed I'm just trying to find the perfect words to fall from my lips Thinking too hard about what shit has fallen—mainly the chips Hoping the next time it’s storming, that I'm not attempting to slit wrists Got nothing now. I’ll work my way up from the bottom To the top of the ladder, claim what's rightfully mine I’m working against time. It's been too long And I haven't even had a chance to leave y'all yet. I apologize Getting older, wiser, seen the picture painted My destiny fated for this and not for easy times I put my heart in these rhymes for always Love it or leave it or ready to die Yeah, I’m ready. Come on Hater’s Anthem[Verse 1] Liquid content may cause y'all faggots' frames to burst Insane rhyme structure flame your brain, I blame birth The game switched her, made her retain a greater picture Of lame dames that couldn't be felt with braille scripture Even deaf kids are rockin' ear plugs I'll rip you then stick you with sticks I dipped in arsenic filled jugs Official, you bitches, I ignite under certain circumstances Flip back and have your ass kicked by backup dancers Cancer choker, the Mad Hatter, the Jabberwocky of rap Been hibernatin', contemplatin', now I'm finally back To throw chains, so hopscotch your ass back I'll play you close like a thong huggin' an ass crack The verbs leave scabbed, brittle, permanent scars That scratch deep like a cheap box of CD-Rs Spread heat like I'm Gia's drawers, pleading the fourth In court like, "He's the boss," then I carry you off (Fuck it) I'm more necessary than violence on the Amistad (Oh my God) She's wrong like eating bacon at Ramadan I'll piss on your shoes and make you clean 'em with your mouth Then I'll tell all your friends to send Depends to your house Must be crazy, put speed knots in your lady File a DNA test so it's not your baby "Maybe we can be friends," no, just pretend I'll slip razors in your charm bracelet, slit your skin, bitch [Chorus] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) [Verse 2] Super-enhanced survival shooter with a crucial plan Infatuated with music in loops, no scruples, man Phrase-ologist, non-apologetic mutilator Stays on the diss, defaming names so they can sue me later Hater, yes, to cater us gas, the fate opposer Philanthropist, misanthropist, underground soldier Banana clips just start unloading in your supermarkets Screaming 'til you're hoarse, bleeding, finding out that you're the target Monotony flow, contradictory wordplay's in Like bringing Satan to a baptism in a flooded basement Jean's out to lunch, she ain't even punched in yet You're a facsimile, I'm the original document All shock and then lights out, drop 'em in Selections are very buried, improper things I'm married to rap like J.Lo to scandals Light up a room like J. Hov's birthday candles I'm that bright, like Steven Hawking's computer chair Asked out a teacher on a Sadie Hawkins dare Parallax view, see the future in my sleep I'll battle rap you until your gullet starts to leak Gnash your teeth, smash you then bind your feet Thrash holes in your dome, snatch your soul and retreat Mad Max-ish, the prose so dope, it's fantastic Now, fold up your dough before you get yo' ass kicked [Chorus] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) [Verse 3] Rush the door like a Russian whore Mail order bitch sent to Dahmer's crib It's an honor to split your armor, blood drip Like Pulp Fiction when bits of bones get on ya Shit, I just talk jargon, disregard margins Liquidate any enemies rap incarnate I'm cynical, criminal actions excite me My mic cord's an umbilical that radiates high beams Humorous, filled with more flow than a cumulus cloud Dentist mad, he said my words abuse my mouth So I upchucked 'em, buck-buck 'em out Chuck 'em loud, duck down, screaming, "Fuck the crowd" Specialized stagger, mix malt liquor with Jolt Cola Start drinking when cops start lookin' over they shoulder Nastier than central booking sandwiches handled tough Cranky in the morning after smoking that cannabis stuff Can't see it like Orphan Annie's pupils in cartoons Can't be it like tranny's who paid for implanted wombs Nope, that's not it, close, but no cigar Dutch lit, but I'm passing it right past you, pa That's all, that's Jean, the definitive minister The sarcastic lip, bar-spitter, competitor The un-cosmetic-ed up, shit on your pedestal The sanitarium released, the most unforgettable 'Moked off dirt and Molotov your face Then lock you in a box and watch you burn in a closed space Big face, get your shit taken and replaced With a ticking case that's strapped to your waist (Duh) You move too slow, sloth, boost your movement Your mind counts time like down south Screw music Who's it? The phoenix wings spread like the Ox said I'll knock you out a window, make you literally drop dead [Chorus] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Hold up) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck— (Wait, nah) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) Fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Hold up) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Wait, nah) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Okay) Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (Everybody) How To Break Up With Your Girlfriend[Verse 1] Listen up I'm here to lay down the rules of breaking up With you girlfriend at the end of relationship There's lots of things you can do and many ways you can do it I'll only give you ideas you'll have to walk yourself through it This is not for players, I repeat, Do not try this at home If the chick that your with is only so your dick can get boned (This is serious business) Only follow through if you've been in a horrifying partnership for at least a year or two Moving on And if your girl is carrying your seed Don't even waste your time listening to me No Yeah If you want to ditch her cause she's not a freak when she's in the sheets? Go to the nudie bars and learn how to teach I'm talking to you niggas with chicks who are gold diggers and brew Cheated on you, Conceited and getting greedy on you You know what you're doing Just every five minute, get your limits on your chilling Smoking weed or intake of Guinness This is for y'all The girls who take the dough, the keys to the car and be in the mall The only thing she buy you is a phone that only she can call Psycho chicks who like to scream in the street Chicks who get off on being beat Bitchy as hell in front of your mom? Man that's weak If you live with her but she won't get a job and likes to eat Or if you've been with her mad long but outside she's still discreet Never mind, forget that last one, you don't count, beat concerns If she won't hold your hand in public?(That's not your girl) This is for men with psychos, fat girls with tight clothes Devil strippers and hoes who date grade in night clothes In condoms they break holes And all their friends are stray pigeons Listen, you getting fucked is their favourite position I'mma help you out Tell you how to get rid of bitches who only want you for your dick or your riches Telling you Just doubt before your shit bitches They ain't your sisters, they trife Whether your girl, fiancé or wife Get 'em out of your life [Hook] Man they gotta go I'm just trying to let you know How to break up with your girlfriend (Oh no) She trying to do you wrong (Uh-huh) Listen to the song(Why?) It's how to break up with your girlfriend (She's trife) So you better listen up (Word) You can get stuck or learn How to break up with your girlfriend (There's many ways man) Just pick one You gotta be done (I know) How to break up with your girlfriend [Verse 2] Number one, run Number two, threaten her with a gun Number three, just a synonym for one, flee Number four, when she goes out just lock the door Hang up a sign that says closed and keep it up there like you're running a store Five, never arrive on time, show up for dates two days late Never ever apologize and I'm eight Number six, constantly call her a bitch but in German Seven, start off every Sunday with a sermon Eight, masturbate, but only with her and only in public, in romantic restaurants (Baby rub it) Number nine, tell her "shove it" Ten, take it back, cry, say it again Number eleven, make her write an essay on seven If she won't, for number twelve Just tell the bitch that she's going straight to hell (I thought we were doing swell) There's no number thirteen cause I believe in superstition One four, make the back door your only position One five, tell her that you need it daily sixteen times Seventeen, tell her that you had a really bad dream It was in the office, beat her to death with a fax machine Eighteen, buy a fax Next, keep it by the bed Every morning when she wakes up, hold it over her head Number nineteen, tell her your becoming a priest Twenty, tell her that you want to live together, show her a lease Tell her that it's a surprise, tell her cover her eyes Lead her down a dark alley to a cardboard box Remove the blindfold, watch her just feint from shock Two one, tell her that you had a son when you was twelve Twenty-two, tell her that you're Melle Mel Twenty-three, every time that she lets go of your hand proclaim to the world "I'm free" Twenty-four, hit yourself repeatedly And finally when you get down to number twenty-five Look her straight in the eye and say "baby are you a guy" (breath through clenched teeth) Now look, if none of this works, remember I ain't tell you shit Just tell her she's a bad job and you quit [Hook] Love Thirst[Verse 1] My caramel mahogany fairy tale He gon' do very well Fearing for the farewell, stay awhile We could just lay awhile See me smile better Lean your chest on me, make you my sweater I want the rest of you Pressing me head-up, I need contact Your windows reflecting me back Later I ask where your memories at Your face telling me that You need a taste, where the Hennessey's at C'mon, lace me Replace glasses with the tip of my tongue I won't front baby, lady is sprung And though relation is young I feel us making a connection beyond So that I (ssssss) like a chick in a saun' No lie, won't I Take my time, let the bass unwind Claymation couldn't mold a better mind, you're sick And I'll be the nurse and you be the patient Boy, how insane could it get You so high, baby [Hook] High, you're making me so High, you're getting me so High, c'mon High, you're making me so High, baby I'm So high off your love, ooh, ooh [Verse 2] Okay, turn the lights out No turn 'em back on Want you to see my backbone and my black tone Start minimal, raise it to animal please You're no amateur, please me I'm tangible Knees be all tangled up, like the handles Placed on the mantle, that romantic angles We'll slow dance til tangoing gets horizontal I know you go longer than flows with no comma I'm high on ya, you like it don't cha Could survive by just biting on ya Like those, high notes, nibble just a little bit Everything I'm thinking you're already delivering it Quiver, pleasure unheard You ain't even done first baby when I done burst Crazy I'm in love thirst, you are the quencher Maybe we should be taping so you can remember I'm just saying [Refrain x2] [Outro] High, you're making me so You're making me so - high I'm getting so - high Baby, high off Why not Stop, okay Don't stop It's loud, c'mon Not there, not there Ooh, oh baby, don't do that Don't do that Don’t Rush Me[Intro: Jean Grae] 9th, 9th’s got them beats that you just sing to for no reason. Sometimes, you got to get to know yourself, you gotta travel a little bit, look at yourself from another perspective, so I try to do that. Come on [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Listen There’s nothing like knowing yourself, like the way I know The smoke has kind of broken my health, like the way I know My flow don’t make appropriate wealth. I can’t change that But funny I’m saying that when it’s money I’m aimed at I don’t give a fuck if you frame that or quote it (Shit) I meant what I said ‘cause I wrote it—point noted I know I’m overly sensitive when it comes to, well Just about everything, and I’m So hardheaded, I don’t need your help, like No advice for these records ‘less it’s me and myself, like I don’t ever wanna breathe if it requires assistance—just Just shut down my system. I’m a victim of Choosing bad love, bad luck Lucy Every man touched seems to be a doozy, and, plus I’m attached to this looseleaf, stand on my two feet So it’s hard enough to even have to physically move me Go ahead and try [Hook: Jean Grae] I know I’m on the right path To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light And they say, “Life means everything to live” At the same time, I got everything to give Just don’t rush me (Hey, get your hand off me, man) Don’t rush me (You stupid? I’ll cut you) [Verse 2: Jean Grae] I gotta be more disciplined, I’m listening More to straight logic, blocking random shit that’s drifting in Age is a motherfucker (Damn right). Find myself Staring at the little kids, thinking, “I can beat ‘em like a stepmother” Creeping on a come-up of thirty soon, but looking Twenty—ooh! The food catches up to you now plenty Attending christenings of my best friend’s children And then asking, “Who’s next?” And I’m wishing for Six more wishes for Christmas or kids on The wish list or for time machines to be in existence (Uh huh) I’m a team player—not (Nope). The dry wit is similar To Arizona weather—say it, nigga: hot! Patent-leather soles, tapping at my bowl If the album’s not platinum, then I’ll have to rack a gold (Shit) This rapping ain’t for nothing unless I hold plaques so I Can sit up on a boat like Colin, roll that, and you know that [Hook: Jean Grae] I know I’m on the right path To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light And they say, “Life means everything to live” At the same time, I got everything to give Just don’t rush me (Hey, didn’t I just tell you?) Don’t rush me (Fall back nigga) [Verse 3: Jean Grae] See, this here is the most serious That I’ve ever been, the most clear-headed My gear fetish clearly needs an account So if I need, I’ll smoke ‘em all like Dennis Leary, and I’m out Beef’s great though. Thanks for adding more insecurities Just as I was finding my level of maturity Just as I was minding my business, tried to murder Jean’s confidence, but, lucky for me, you’re all incompetent Road block in this, yes. I see ‘em trying To put a stop to my obnoxiousness, but I stay long-winded like saying, “George Papadopoulous” I know, but I write from this heart with this, so I’ve got some things to work on, my moodiness Like masturbation—gets its jerk on. My fascination With the fast pace, the money’s encapsulated In my mind space like, “What a thrill” Past dated, and I know I’m not in last place But it’s hard to work through it with this masked face The masking tape above the window keeps the cold out And every time I’m laying down, my back breaks because it’s old now I yell too much, get stressed too quick But the best thing about it? I can change that shit And still remain who I came down to Earth to be It’s not Jean Grae—that’s just a name, you’ll see [Hook: Jean Grae] I know I’m on the right path To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light And they say, “Life means everything to live” At the same time, I got everything to give Just don’t rush me Don’t rush me [Outro: Jean Grae] Please don’t make me kill you. I don’t want to. I don’t need to go to jail right now. I got things to do. I can’t be locked up, man. My momma! My momma! No, momma! No! No! Anyway. Yo, thanks, man. Thank you, 9th. And we had a beautiful lunch. Don’t be afraid to talk in the back! Thanks, everybody, for coming out tonight. Justus League! What up Flames?!? What up, though! Flames, you’re dope! You the man, Flames! Hahaha! You the man! We out CaseBasket[Verse 1] Hold up -- wordsmith, Blacksmith Girl in the school parking lot with a fat spliff Old shit, full circle, Bob Barker, back flips Got mad rap kids but not a Catholic Preaching that gospel, not Baptist Redesign placements, nos-ag-stic Getting too crazy? My bad, shit Right, you ain't lazy, I'm bat shit Basket case, you can blame me, it's the madness J.G., congrats, bitch In rap's last place, so the vantage point's dangerous A black ditch underground cave where the canvas Is the wall around me stained with my blood and my fans' pics A motherfucker with nothing to lose is a bad bitch Misconstrued, miss my aim, you lose Kiss the shoes, diss my name, hiss, boos Your clique is fools, fucking with niggas and jigaboos I'm sick of buffoons, fucking sick of thinking of coons I ain't ever dig a rule, or kick a particular tune I'm penning its venting me nicotine, liquor, and booze I'm me, choose choice, it's the new shit Don't be confused, boys, the new shtick is no shtick -- promote this Offbeat, off road shit, with a Kotex Flow mo heavy than most chicks So fuck a 28 days -- I keep a Tampax with my show shit Right next to an open bottle reekin' of roses Next to a broken bottle seepin' leakin' neurosis Sleeping on Jeannie? Most is? Most ears ain't heard of the beating, cause I'd be most feared See, it's more convenient to leave me alone in the background Blacked out, in a basement with a gagged mouth I ain't want nobody to save me, I'll hack out Shawshank redemption, no thanks to mention Act now, get a special deal on the raps out For free 99 I'll beat 99 acts down But leave one please, I need a comedy track clown Your beats jokes relief, hope you finally go that route If thee is next to Tsidi don't act out I'm a phe-no-me-non, retarded don like my mommy done crack (wow) A super jerk, call me Clark Kent at sperm bank with girl mags I'd be like SPIT if I burned tags I burn flags, burn, man, not books or bras, fam Swing bars, multiple partners, Tarzan Marzipan, that's it, no reference, no depth shit Breathe and let the bars stand You Don’t KnowBlack people raise up, anger management cases to the front line Your day's up, children, I hope you didn't quit your day jobs Been in it, hosting shit like Canadian Asians host SARS I'm kidding, no really pa, you're fibbing, you rented your car I'm spilling these phrases like seizure waitresses holding trays This is greatness, the most endangered species on the playlist Hey pay this, you fucks No need to pay for a facelift you sluts You slept, stupid I'm more dangerous than Michael's face is I cut through it like a machete's built on my tongue Leave you stitched up like Eeyore with your teeth all gums, you weak whore The meek inherits now, but I speak veteran prose Like I'm Tom Cruise in a wheelchair with my pants all sewn Now how many times do I need to explain You faggot Hannibal Lector niggas, you all eat brain I will damage your whole system, hack into your mainframe Crack your bones like I'm cracking computer codes, I am not playing I am not done spraying nigga, give me my mic back Don't ever, ever, ever try some shit even like that I'm a con artist, a schemer, a dealer, a dope That you feed to your ears through the speakers and feel it 'til it's leaking out your throat Teacher, preacher, city-wide spelling champ Your girl felt it so much, she started doing a belly dance I'm heavy man, like an ACME safe in a cartoon I'll drop-catch you man, I'll slam right into your car roof I'm nasty, the antithesis of this mastery Keep feeding you and feeding you with buckets of candy Hand ransom notes to all cops at random With the planted remote in the throat of the kidnapped grandson For how many grams, one Wait 'til they're in range, then pull the little chain Clothesline them just in time to see the boy's exploding brains I'm sick, I need help, I climb inside of a track I tell them, I know what I'm doing those aren't snares, those are slaps One slap, two slaps, three slaps, four Then I spaz out and stab - forget what the fuck I was counting for Don't fuck with me, please I'm asking nicely, back off Put thumbtacks in my hands and grab your nuts, nigga cough You don't understand Jean, never in your life seen A girl with more flow than an Iraqi soldier's canteens More ignored than a homeless on a train begging for change More credit due to me than a store that doesn't exchange In Cali, rip ya mayne, New York, damage ya dog Get on a plane, la voy aca el encima in Spain I'm dead wrong, too smart to be beefing with little tarts Jean turn your scream into murmurs like an irregular heartbeat Hardly the amateur, can't wait for the album tour Fall come, I'm bringing the malice straight to your campus floor Manhandle y'all, in France I'm Jean Van-Damnit All writing hard like carving the Twelfth Commandment, naw I didn't skip one cause Biggie penned the eleventh A moment of silence for all the fallen soldiers in heaven Now moving along children I screw with your whole vision like fog in the road, listen Too hot and you know it, burn like a cock when you go piss And there's snot in the hole dripping and you gotta go to the clinic Hey, I'm just guessing Jean's here to level the playing field I don't care about your spot or what you got for your record deal I don't care about your feelings or your marketing gimmicks I just rap -- been here, you just wasn't ready to hear it I dropped Attack, critics hollered back with a thumbs-up Exposing those who didn't -- Oliver Wang, you dumb fuck Untuck your spine, gun-butt you with a Super Soaker Make you scream louder than the sound of the background vocals Choke you with a magazine page, then in a rage Flip you over like quarters on the back of your arm on Happy Days I've written about life, I spitted about art I represent the underground cause they've been with me from the start No, Jean's not hard now, Jean hasn't changed I was 18 on the first record, I've just experienced the game Not a thug, not a drug seller, not a gun shooter Not a stripper, sex symbol, or anything you're used to Marketing nightmare, I don't fit into categories I just rap, make beats and shit and sleep all these stories All I want is a voice, all the people need is choice If there's no competition then what is the fucking point You can't win by default, unless you're scared of a challenge It's not really a fair game if you don't allow balance What the fuck is a se...somebody get this woman a drink Blame Game[Intro] I'm sure it's my fault, right? Okay [Hook] Let's not play the blame game, I love you Let's not play the blame game, sure Let's not call out names, names, I hate you Let's not call out names, names, for sure [Verse 1] It's really easy to say it over this Yeezy beat More complicated, intoxicated through Greasy's teeth I wanna tell you both to free my mind and free the speech But when I wanna say I love you, only evil leaks I speak mean and I reason it with a hundred things Not one the things that I'm uttering when under drinks Is how I really feel, the feelings built a wall up Skyscraper with every story it gets taller I'm facing this February with less morals Less normal, more Nellie Olesen, less Laura Had it with explorations, less Dora Less explanations, less mortal See if I'm less human then depression is avoided So if I'm lessening you then the stress of it is voided If I'm questioning who's been in your bed I'm annoyed at Any answer given so what is the point? Ah doy, at that I used to call back and cause pain To call names, text til my batteries all drained Nameless anatomy next to me all frame Add lust and mix and fill it up all the same, this Can't go on forever so I'll play the plagiarist in this endeavor, change the words from Mr. Legend, let's not play the blame game That shit's forever less than anything we ever were and I don't get regrets no matter how the rest occurred [Hook] Let's not play the blame game, I love you Let's not play the blame game, sure Let's not call out names, names, I hate you Let's not call out names, names, for sure [Verse 2] Right... We were really on the same side At some point you rolled strange die Double sided, Trouble written on this game, I Can't play Sorry anymore, that aim is tired I give up on winning, you in them women, live it If you ain't in them women, shit really nothing different You gotta call it quits when it's splitsville Or continue to bicker with niggas shit still Nothing moved, nothing gained, everybody's hurt Fuck it, everyone's to blame, hope everybody learns Sometimes I sit and study your name with other words So one of these days it'll blur with others unrehearsed The "he said, she said," please man Y'all fueling it with energy like Keyspan No more, not me fam, we was something 'fore The Nothing came and ended us we began [Hook] Let's not play the blame game, I love you Let's not play the blame game, sure Let's not call out names, names, I hate you Let's not call out names, names, for sure Somehow it's always gonna be my fault #8[Edgar Allen Floe] What up Jean, you know theres a lot of nonsense in the streets right now, you see it right? Tell 'em whats up [Jean Grae] Possibly I could, dropping some knowledge I should But I ain't finish college and I'm not a Kanye, got it? Good Intelligent rhetoric, brain packed like a tenement Aimed back at the tenants, my face crack in a venomous rage I really wanna blaze all you, burn you like 8 whores do Hurl you like Florida storm furniture Permanent marker Jean is tagging blacking up on your partners penis Pardon the phoenix I mark you plus I bark the meanest Hardly elitist, I know the struggle I mostly bubble underground like a soda below some broken rubble At ground zero, I get down nigga, like them brown people Saturday Night, Geechi Suede and Sonny Cheeba, lift ya I'll levitate the scriptures just so I can see 'em better Each and every letter was conceived by Jean I'm the Coretta Scott King of my day I mean, standing by my mate, my king Planning for Jamaica honeymooning, vacationing Cd breaking in, skipping on this track like I've been scraping it Scraping it, scraping it, bring it back Sicker than rap. I'll stick you with a picket axe Pick up your soul and then control it whats bigger than that? You don't like the way I flow? "She needs more emotion"? No I'll give you emotion its you holding your broken nose And leave you comatose with a pound of Columbia snow At your side when the cops arrive, they'll just say you overdosed This ain't a battle, I would make your cranium rattle Skull in pain as if a hundred veins had popped a dangerous madam The Heidi Fleiss of words, like a verse, find a purse I could make you love me if you fuck with me violence occurs New York pimp game the worst chick since the birth of the words That I first met on a Thursday I think I'm cursed Don't blink niggas, cause I will figure A way to kill you in a second with my ring finger Think quicker, my visions multiplied like liquor drinkers I kick your sister 'til shes crippled making you step with her Cause I could mark you too, show you what a dart could do When your aorta's the target, nigga pardon you... Going Crazy{*harmonizes*} [Verse 1] Walkin' down a dark alley, shook as a bitch, lookin' behind me (shit) I'm paranoid, heart beatin' like clips that unload fast And click 'til you drop in a ditch And get colder by the moment while you moan and you twitch, oh Somebody's followin' Jean Now somethin's creepin' up 'tween the shadows and the city lights And it's mean I can't sleep no more Can't eat, can't keep food inside of my jaw Pardon me y'all I feel it in the air like I'm Phil Collins The whole problem is ill, my first instinct's to get violent I can't see it clearly, God wished me safety If He ever appears then please just God take me I'm hearin' words spoken when I'm turnin' off the lights Feelin' hands chokin' my neck, provokin' me to fight Jean's lost it, sweet Jesus, mind's been accosted In prison and these visions and yo, I can't come off it Oh God [Hook] I think I'm goin' crazy Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me (Oh God) I can't keep runnin' Please, somebody save me (Oh Lord, la la la la) Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh {*harmonizes*} [Verse 2] I'm thinkin' it's some Geto Boys-"Mind Playin' Tricks on Me" shit And I'm Bushwick, punchin' the ground and Willie D's Holdin' me down to my knees while I'm poundin' my teeth on the street Until my backbone is splittin', everything bleeds Man I need help or counselin', somethin' How about I Ed Norton it? Find a support group Start frontin' like I been afflicted with sickness Just witness some pain, get some sleep, and just maybe I'll kick this Insane cliques of dangerous agents from "The Matrix" Invadin' brain space I need a refill of pills, I hate this Gats'll hold me back from smashin' my grill And equal package of holdin' nerves back from they will I'm backtrackin' through the nightmares Fight tears, drown beers like I'm Norm avoidin' Vera in Cheers Much older then years I'm still runnin' from 'em, all fears, runnin' runnin' [Hook] I think I'm goin' crazy (uh huh) Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me (Oh God) I can't keep runnin' Please, somebody save me (Oh Lord, la la la la) Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh {*harmonizes*} [Verse 3] It's a Rockwell song, niggas are watchin' me through my cell phone I can hear the tappin' through the dial tone They track me, hack me, somebody's gonna get me hectic now My neck twitch and muscles stay restless Brain patterns scattered, hectic hexes on the mind (where they at?) Suspected everyone I ever met Better yet lately I've been thinkin' I'd been better dead Put a bullet hole inside my fitted cap and call it end The story's ill because the motherfuckers never let up My mental thrills cuz my Spidey senses always get up I let off, I let go I lick shots so they know that I fight My neighbors call the cops every night (shit) I won't answer the do' cuz I'm scared And the dro just won't help but I smoke just to get me right I see 'em creepin' in the dark, comin' for me Demons on my terrace and menace in the shadows, I'm scared nigga [Hook] I think I'm goin' crazy (uh huh) Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me (Oh God) I can't keep runnin' Please, somebody save me (Oh Lord, la la la la) Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh {*harmonizes*} I think I'm goin' crazy Oh Lord I'd wish you'd save me (Oh God) I can't keep runnin' Please, somebody save me (Oh Lord, la la la la) Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh {*harmonizes*} Killin Em[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Jean, always inappropriate The socially inept, the stogie smoker With a Boba Fett helmet on the red carpet That I bought from Target See you can do it too, I just take it the farthest Screw you I can make you take your brain apart With garden tools a rake to start with, ho Get out my lane for starters, I'm a rapist barber I'll line 'em up and fuck their faces with this Razor sharp wit, as sharp as 8 guitar picks Fitted with lasers on 'em I'm getting Asian on 'em Do the math Stations got Nathan on 'em, nothing Playing, fucking cowards You're due the wrath, I do devour, rude for hours Due to last, brutal bruiser, Shropshire Slasher Fucking posers, I'm unglued and past help I'm know I'm Self help books ....with no pages on stages, felt this? Cooked by Food Chain, it's amazing, hey, keep her In your good graces cause I'm...I'm uh... [Hook] Killing everybody in sight [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Finagle verbatim with anger Based in hatred, for lazy rappers Play me backwards, get no satan statements The opposite of Jason Statham, never crunk mechanic, nope I'm drunk, my manics, slow, I never judge or panic Panoramic flow, as wrong as NAMBLA on Yo Gabba Gabba's show, when I'm in town the ambulances show Word evangelist, diabolical vandalist Infamous, Maya Angelou with Marlon Brando shit Cantankerous as kangaroos on angel dust I'll kick your face in til your face is facing 8 of us I'm out of order, got restraining orders? Wait, your honor! He made me do it, I'm a angel, check my face, I'm honest I make electric chair music I dare you music It's fair to use it in scenarios wherever you is View it as killer, not sedated or some euthanasia When Jean is illing Call your mama tell her that your days up I'm...I'm ... uh [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch] Myers, Michael, Psycho Lucky Number Slevin 6 million ways to die Saw Seven Leaving skeletons charred with dental records revealed... Post... Stab Kelloggs strangle General Mills Gattaca, black magic more dramatic than Attica Defrost your head and then smack the Shit out of yah, then refreeze it call it the First murder remix, kill 'em revive em I leave them alive paraplegic I've never seen my reflection, guess who you're about to interview Make heads spin, literally, separate blood... Centrifuge Generally accused of a mutant who Kills sentinels eventually For days of futures past intentionally I'm in a clinic for sinners who reach there insanity pinnacle Strangle instrumental interludes with chords umbilical Step light, expedite Left, right, ventricle from Queens to Flint No finger print is identical I'm I Rock On[Hook] I rock on and on and on and on And niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on That's right, they go on and on and on and on I rock on and on and on and on And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on Ah, come on, Greasy [Verse 1] Took a little time but brought It back for the real heads Feels real good to be Back in the building The lack of the spectacular Was crushing your soul yeah Miraculous the lack of risk Amongst all the foes here The awesomest of misses New submission to history, reminiscing on The generations pissing in Dixie, cups I carry with me, all the souls, so the kids be Atta girl go getters, incredible "know the ledges" broads I'm a legend, call John, nigga ask him And every motherfucker's taking bronze rapping With Jeannie on a track it's really leaning to harassment Am I wrong class, NO I'm an original iconoclast, monotone Monochrome clothes, with her mama's ass Sly Stone, Everyday People Colon comma dash That's a profile of me as an emoticon I know it's clever baby, because I wrote the song [Hook] I rock on and on and on and on And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on That's right, now come on I rock on and on and on and on And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on Now come on [Verse 2] Every day I'm unmistakably high-er You would think I had some coke or mary jane On my rider, nope Only dope is fire up is blokes that I rival Even though they mostly hate the quotes they know they inspire I'm too dope to retire I'm too broke to be tired I'm supposed to be flyer, not remotely weak either Climbing over these liars laying lower each lineup Rhyming over reason find her praying rosary kind of, like Miners, Chilé Divine bust, really The rhymes blessed, dressed as the madonna With frilly, ruffled black lace gloves And tucking a macmilly, in her clutch bag actually What's so bad? Blasphemy? Kill me then, silly I'll sell more records, and Still be getting busy The afterlife beckons with the cash I reckon Maul y'all like wrecking balls, y'all better recognize Bad when you see it y'all [Hook] I rock on and on and on and on And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on Now come on, that's right I rock on and on and on and on And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on Now come on [Verse 3] You don't really wanna say "fuck Jean" right? Cause I'm the motherfucking (A) A+ dean type To make a ruckus then blame it on all the (B) B's (C) seize, (D) deez nuts, bitches, these stunts (E) Ease back man (F) Eff y'all I'm a G (H)hate I, J, (K) 'kay, take the L with (M)'em, fake N-O way Please Pass the (P) peas like they used to say I'm Q in Juice, you (R)are (S)escargot Snail pace, you gon' fail the race I (T)tee off (U)You stay sub par You got your V out, at the W bar (X) Xavier's school is where I'm laying my head Talented, yes gifted, is the Grae with the pen (Y) Why... say less I stay in the best Listed top ten while you drift into (Z)zed I'm Zen [Outro] I rock on and on and on and on And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning But probably five Because six is entirely too late The Jam[Verse 1] All right, let's get down to business Pour out some Guinness Khrysis, get on the jack and tell them they're so finished Christ to the Jesus, the Jeanius came back as a Phoenix 9th like, "Yo Jean, I got some heaters" Well, I got some lines that turn grown men Back into the fetus position with they penis pissing Didn't mean to be the meanest spitting It just happened, you know? Like getting drunk and then you slip and you're cheating (oh!) It's been a crazy year -- brought back the doorknockers Baby hair, one sleeve up like Slim Shady's gear I'm writing with Afeni's baby work ethic Plus I'm Aileen Wuornos... minus the murder record Plus I'm highly unconcerned -- you can find me, mouth turned Like the smiley up on AOL (you're a fucking nerd!) Fuck it -- so? You fucks with it, though The structureless flow The seemingly haphazard, really exact patterns So Jean is Jean Travers, y'all is just jackasses By and large, the fact of the matter that I'm in charge, that rapper That's accurate, spectacular, fantastic Scrumtrulescent, uncontested funky, bitch [Hook] You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands Dance to the record, just dance to the record girl You all steppin' cause this is the fucking jam People turning the beat up, my people clap their hands My niggas keep truckin', my ladies throw up your hands Dance to the record boy, dance to the record boy [Verse 2] I need a private insane asylum to grant asylum to me It could get violent quickly if you don't believe me, God forgive me An honorary anonymous superstar Followed by the very time I salute where the stupid fall A low road, but no going back Not when you've got a fucking logo in the promo rack Signing records, taking pictures -- you can no-no that Gotta finish, gotta win; as God as my witness, I'm in... And y'all'll have to jump me out of this bitch I'm talking Eastsiders, Westsiders, Blood-ers, and Crips All them Decepts, at least three sets and grips And I'll reset -- until then, it's recess, bitch So c'mon [Hook] Style Wars[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Man, I pray y'all still Catching the heat, spill Mash in your grill and potato smash and your caps peeled—feel it? Like a teen under bleachers Valley girls, pep rally cheerleaders Sluts named Sally either You're brain-dead or your veins pump nothing If you ain't saying Jean's bumping, name ain't puffing Suckas rain-ducking. You'll be running, your frame tucked in To the pain like I'm Wesley in the King—say something, nukka Fuck you and the mayor Dunk on you like a Rutgers player, cut abrupt your layup I got a luxury layer that needs bucks to pay up So when I jux y'all, I'm aiming for the cummerbund layers Son of a gun, she's a hundred-and-one tons—heavy Chase paper like my momma done named her hon "Chevy" Cornflakers. I'll roofie tall Like I'm handballs and lose you in a booth or stall You're a lukewarm goof-off with loot galore And I'll poop scoop your fans and shoot them all I give a damn, I'll abuse the law Get Judge Mathis in a blindfold, feed him wine, lead him to traffic—awwww [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) We don't have to bust rounds to shut the club down She'll come for you, hunt ya punks down like blood hounds Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae—we like, "What the fuck now?!?" Cups up—now chug it down, then spread some love around [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Triple-6 soul with a gold wiffle bat That I hold... and a sickle pole, taped to my back You fold. Your hands not fucking with mine It's just sucking your own dick like I'm tucking your spine Cry me a river, nigga. They'll find you in Ipanema Tied to a line with a leech in your liver On a beach with a bitch from the song, grinding limes And your smashed teeth, laughing, while you're screaming and crying Loose-lipped, who figured this chick'll be So obtuse with it to flip it this way (Hey!) My mind sharper than a fucking switchblade—lick me Don't fixate on a picture, nigga—switch page I'm Daft, Punk. Stab you with a catheter With an open pen, then put the cap right back in ya You're tappin' a life. You ain't attackin' it right I go platinum with no dough and half of your life, dummy [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) We don't have to bust rounds to shut the club down She'll come for you, hunt ya punks down like blood hounds Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae—we like, "What the fuck now?!?" Cups up—now chug it down, then spread some love around [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Listen up: I'm Cisco mixed with whiskey I know the security—they won't frisk me I'm made of material that bounces off Your mouth talks of the foulness, crowds you walk. When it Deflects back and it hits your limbs 'Til your reflexes slack and you kick up ya tims It's all personal Maybe when I'm pulling your purse strings Cut your life short like nurses at birthings Curse you with one less finger than Oprah To Danny Glover in purple, your purpose is over No soldier could stop it—war's 'bout to be poppin' I'm like a broken faucet. You should just forfeit—you lost it Stick a fork into you—you're done Niggas with a spork in they lungs, walk awkwardly—I'm warning you Before you could step to the death of you Nerve of you—talking shit with Jean right next to you I'm restless. In one second, I could arrest you Wait, I'm giving lessons on what the best can do Catch you hiding in a darkened vestibule Slit your neck open from your chest—who's next to duel? [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) We don't have to bust rounds to shut the club down She'll come for you, hunt ya punks down like blood hounds Ayyo, it's Jean to the Grae—we like, "What the fuck now?!?" Cups up—now chug it down, then spread some love around [Outro: Jean Grae] Aight, one last shot Goddamn Giuliani Shuttin' down clubs at four o'clock in the morning Can't get no alcohol Bitch! Shot![Produced by Fatin] [Intro] You shot me in the heart Deep in my soul [Verse] Packed my favorite Mamba S-A, S-A-D-A Fifteen to forty rounds by relay Dos trejo pistol, esse S.A. Mexico, model uno Treinty dos, machine spray Cobra, Rhodesia farmers, bush war, vintage Nine millimeter blowback, partially dented Sanna 77 the apartheid weapon Nine by nineteen millimeter Parabellum Single shots, forty round submachine Open stock in owen gun Only 50,000 built. Owning one? Priceless. 700 rounds a minute Nine limbs an oodle, an Uzi, a Sterling, a spector Beretta model 3, Heckler-Koch, Mossberg Maverick Mossberg Magnum, gun city Magnum pump action Excalibur crossbow, an alloy javelin (Wait, how'd that get in there? Shit happens) A Barrett M-99 made in '99 Single-shot, bolt-action, weight 25 (hacked in) A Barrett M-95 made in '95 Twenty-nine inch barrel, five round box magazine Rager automatic rifle, 1940 Cape Town Gas action ten round, iron sight on a mount Base a machine gun, United Kingdom Used by island Mark 3, I'll fire one AR-832 Italian, send Marco battalion Never-used AVB 762 Musco 225 large caliber 910 Blunderbuss, check your Britannica Enter the building, mask quick, block the cameras Trap the elevator shaft off with gas canisters Backpack thrown over both of the black banisters Wracked with panic, that's advantage, I manage it Two stairs at a time, flew it and climb Flew in the door, and the door marked 9 I marked time on the watch says Time on the watch, man, I Crept low like I'm cheating I blow the door, bereavement I wish I could have changed my feelings I wish my wrist wasn't raising even I wish, babe, that you wasn't a raving heathen And I hope the plain bitch was amazing -- we even My Crew[Verse 1] My family dream with me under city lights Pump the lighters, scream it’s righteous, work it out, but y’all ain't hearin' it Words travel deep in your spirit alone I cruise the block and use the box to serenade the moonlight with the speakers Niggas lean back deep in your seats and feel me Cliques and crews in hoods and gangs who love it, I'm lovin' you dearly Keep hustlin', jugglin' pressure, life, and success Those who made it debate it until another's deaf We buried ourselves under the jail without shovels and dirt on our nails Bubbles with crime and trouble tales and street violence turned extreme (Calling out names) To rippin' joints on stage to cuttin' fame time short To life-supportin' none but just realize what y’all done We've given 'em reasons to scream on us and it's just begun What happened to us in the bigger picture? Don't you understand when one of us falls—step—we're all fallin' with ya? C'mon (Yeah) [Hook] If you believe in us, then we will believe that (All I need is the love of my crew) (Yeah, all right) Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) You're better than this If you believe in us, then we will believe that (All I need is the love of my crew) (Yeah, all right) Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) You're better than this [Verse 2] I represent for a nation. Thought we was in it together But I guess it gets strange when money rains in sunny weather Tougher than leather? We're weaker than glass And shattered on the side of the road. Try to get a ride, but pass each other fast The closed aves throw hash, ice, and whips Have blinded us. Never mind how the mind just trips for glitch Shit, niggas. Rich niggas got us in tow If it's not enough, they gotta put us all on a show Y’all lost me somewhere between waking and coffee That shit changed so quick, I didn't blink and it cost me Fuck it, it costs us. You even know where we at? Fucked with you. I hear that we can't even open the map Rap's dead, rap sucks, but thanks to y’all for killin' it Grillin' it down and spillin’ its guts and fillin' it back up with trash Wait up… I mean cash But ain’t the two synonymous with media politics? (You know they love it) [Hook] If you believe in us, then we will believe that (All I need is the love of my crew) (Yeah, all right) Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) You're better than this If you believe in us, then we will believe that (All I need is the love of my crew) (Yeah, all right) Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) You're better than this [Verse 3] What y’all fightin' for? For the light of the raw battle? Naw Can't be the latter ‘cause music just doesn't matter, right? Maybe I'm pitchin’ emotions to broken ears And livin’ in years when shit was spoken clearly without all the bullshit Pulling clips, replacing kings with court jesters Bought pressers, proclaimed the best is paid and just forsake the rest Who made it possible to be spittin' If you got the same type of us women grinnin', then your joint’ll keep spinnin' I swear it's like swimmin' with sharks in public pools in shallow water And some of these artists is fuckin' your youngest daughter Feel me? Ain't no real fam—niggas is playin’ you Trust me—I wouldn't let my brother have his way with you I'm only stating facts—shit is plain as flood lights We drop ten. I wanna fuck you, maybe two, one mics I'm just tryna keep it done right—want some unity I want our crew to be just like it used to be [Hook] If you believe in us, then we will believe that (All I need is the love of my crew) (Yeah, all right) Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) You're better than this If you believe in us, then we will believe that (All I need is the love of my crew) (Yeah, all right) Then maybe you will do what you're supposed to do and you can say (Y’all can’t hurt me) You're better than this Imagine[Verse 1] Everybody wants to be loved, so we - Try again, try and get some company thugs Like we work there, like we - Are punking the system, getting jerked there For the workload, and at your worst low You reverse-breathe, forget your birthright Forget your own worth, forget the first night That you discovered how beautiful this art is When you embarked on your journey to depart this Normalized, formal-ass, formalized world But to form your last words is, "The world" - Is mine, is just the perfect line for us Get us all, Scarface'd up The relation of coming from nothing to everything Does explain us, got nothing to do with drugs (in most cases) Heart crises seem more superfluous So it's the curse of us, and fuck dating us Cause we some crazy motherfuckers, our natures Don't call for being reined in more places Than everywhere, bury it here, your pride, c'mon Got nothing to lose, got nothing to prove I define my place as homeostasis With Chromeo bass riffs and "Homey don't play this" But no, we won't play this, with tonys and geishas With Kick-Ass and Hit Girl, lonely ovations With phony oasises, Romeo playlists Chrome to your faces (?) Urban legend like a Chupacabra with the blah-blah I know I don't exist, mute la palabra Mutant demi-god, Zeus said that I was half-Artemis Or maybe Aphrodite -- haven't lived half of my life, B So I haven't decided yet who's inside of me Pause--everything And I don't really want to choose anything If I have to; semi-automatic wedding ring To shoot through these blues with a dude who Makes the days less fuckery-infused I'm trying to tell your people to fuck with this cruise You just want tomfoolery And I'm not who you are, or who I used to be I'm not every day, I'm not usually Live Up[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Fuck y’all motherfuckers, fuck your fame Fuck your team of niggas, fuck your name I could crush y’all cold, ice, diamonds, profane prolific I’m Cobain but living, I’m “Don’t Explain” Billie Holiday’s spirit, you feel it in your veins, heroin Addict conceal it like the pain I revisit every time I do a line, more rhymes for nothing (So what’s) (My time for?) Writing off? I endorse nothing but me Shit, no product but free speech, prophetical Sleestak, nobody can reach me—go tweet that, Greasy I’m the preacher of freedom rap, just freedom from Being wack, no Perry, Madea crack—go ‘head if you Feeling that. I know you gon’ give me flack for it. “She Wacky, black. We, as a people, should stand for it” Surprise, nigga. I’ll open your eyes bigger—no, not for them thighs I have been destined to rise higher than all this [Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] We came too far to give up So now we just got to live up I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow See, we so high when we get down And once you fly, can’t forget how I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Outcast, misfit, the chick don’t fit Outlast your quick shit, cliques, hits, boasts, beefs Wrists, ‘fros, the gold teeth, trend brought back The shitloads of switched dress codes—damn jeans. “Damn, Jean You still rap? You’re still a fucking thorn sticking Yourself into more war? For what?” I’m so happy that you asked! (Applause!) To crack jaws To black eyes, to change mind, to crack joke, to chastise To toast drinks, to expose, to promote Think! To post links, to face foes, to erase foes To face those who ain’t know, to chase Free caseloads with other free caseloads, but never To catch a case though. Old-school queso Not to get poked on Facebook or fame, no Just kidding. This is for the same dough Same lane-playing, same ball, same park, same glow [Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] We came too far to give up So now we just got to live up I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow See, we so high when we get down And once you fly, can’t forget how I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man [Verse 3: Jean Grae] You gon’ Have to let me in at some point—eh, you probably don’t ‘Cept at gunpoint, and if I said I had a gun, it’d be A cliché, plus it’d be a gun, plus be in your face Welcome to my purgatory, the urgent story in a Perpetual state, ignoring. If you can imagine The things it burdens on me, you can just imagine The hurt—I’ve learned ignoring. My person is the person In the verses’ stories vs. the person in the first-person stories Vs. the person to disperse the stories No diversity that’s worth exploring, not commercially Personal boredom can lead to shit that makes it worser for ‘em I welcome it ‘cause Hell’s a flaming bitch, I’m working for him It’s queer. You gonna shaft or pack her in the rafters This year? Or tag her “backpacker stack” and slap her rear? Whatever. I’m irrational, passionate Clear, living in a moment you never will come near [Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] We came too far to give up So now we just got to live up I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow See, we so high when we get down And once you fly, can’t forget how I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man P.S[Intro: Jean & Unknown man] Yo we gotta get outta here, what's taking you so long? Alright alright I'm coming, I just wanna send out C'mon I just wanna send a couple emails, just gimme a second, I'll be like 5 minutes Alright [Verse 1] Whats up Vicky Man I can't believe you wrote to me The last time that I saw you You even spoke to me Remember on 8th street Chillin' with Peter and he was all this my girl wanna meet her? That shit was bugged right Anyway... humm humm damn is been a long time I see you're still artistic, talented Vicky listen I did some foul shit to you Even though it's passed I vow to you apologies a thousand times How could you?, even look me in the eye then You're a bigger person then I ever was Or at least I'm trying I should of never touched 'em We should of never crushed and Then straight lied to your face about it No trace of blushing But I was young and stupid Shooting all crooked and keep it fucking up a friendship For some ass, should of never pursued it Just wanted to thank you for understanding and reaching out Love Jean, holla back at your homie, peace, I'm out [Hook] P.S. just had to get this offa my chest I hope you're well, I really wish you the best And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up So if its any consolation karma got me bad And anything I did wrong I wish I never had I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past Please feel free to write back [Verse 2] Hey Marshall I pray to god this is your email Or else someone is gonna read a lot of details I hope you're doing well, matter a fact I know that you are Probably married, picket fence, kids, well, best regards You always had it in you Motivated, studious, impervious To outside influences that can ruin it Anyways listen I tried to reach out before On the first record number 8, fuck it It was hardly in stores, 2 days still I bet you moved far from us It was a long time ago, about five summers I just wanted to say I'm sorry, sorry for cheating Sorry I wasn't honest, it wasn't a good reason You probably don't care but I still mean it Still put it in the air and hope that you feel that I'm being sincere You didn't deserve a broken heart And I wish you the world Love Jean, scream-a-late at your girl [Hook] P.S. just had to get this offa my chest I hope you're well, I really wish you the best And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up So if its any consolation karma got me bad And anything I did wrong I wish I never had I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past Please feel free to write back [Verse 3] Dear Jean I see you're doing big things Congratulations hey I even saw that big ring Who would of thunk it huh? L-O-L You even seem content I notice that you're more focus Drinking less is well Anyways its been too many months having Henny days I think is plenty grave, plus you get your penny saved up And say what?!? second album Whatever happened to the thought of edging rapping Still living in Manhattan? Side tracking note, just on the low All apologies, I used to hate your fucking guts Please pardon me, tried to kill you more than once I've acted horribly, and all my pessimism towards your life Still bothers me But you're a big girl now You've fought and made it through Best of luck homie And everything I say is true XOXO space smiley face dot dot dot comma much love, you [Hook] P.S. just had to get this offa my chest I hope you're well, I really wish you the best And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up So if its any consolation karma got me bad And anything I did wrong I wish I never had I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past Please feel free to write back Ah cap locks, delete [Hook] P.S. just had to get this offa my chest I hope you're well, I really wish you the best And as you can tell I've done a lot of growing up And time goes fast and no sign of slowing up So if its any consolation karma got me bad And anything I did wrong I wish I never had I hope that all this drama we can leave in the past Please feel free to write back And send [Interlude: Jean & Unknown man] C'mon we gotta go, what's taking you so long? Alright I'm done, I don't bother you when you're writing emails Damn, yo we go through this all the time, c'mon girl I'm doin' business Alright alright Not really Come on, come on You didn't know that Yea the cab's downstairs, c'mon Alright alright, c'mon c'mon [Outro] Oh hey, umm on an end note Jean Grae would like to send a special thanks to Will, JoJo, Family and apple martinis for making this presentation possible Thanks guys (clapping)....guys...yayyy woooo ready, Colin we did it, woohoo This Week..This Week...Is Ova....Is Ova....Is Ova....Is Ova Before the Summer Broke[Intro] I spent about a half'a month Thinking about the universal laws of karma, bullshit And all that everybody really wants To contrast to what they need will make you fuckin’ want to fuckin’ pull clips From everything you’ve ever seen Wind it back at half-speed Just to find the part where niggas lied to you So check my scene if it applies to you If not, fuck it; turn it off, bye to you [Verse 1] But anyway, I’m back again Hope you don't miss me, Black FM Feet firmly planted in the clouds as always A sack of dreams deferred, I'll leave em in the hallway Don’t worry, you won’t have to see em Coincidence you want the bars, I want my freedom I guess this is the necessary lead-in Before the scars, loss, boys, feelings oh gosh Know when Jeanie be going in on her demons, how far And not even revealing all the cards I deal, I dealt with blows beyond the belt, pause Shit that if I told you, you’d be drinking like myself, god But I’m all right without a reason to do well, star My Mama was the last thing I wrote the tales for Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm Strapped to my brain and on my back a flamethrower Oh, you love it, what you came for I tell myself that, I don’t really give a fuck what they want But they paying for it, so pay it forward Try to think of it like that to save thoughts I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song Never return and leave the happiest of days more Cause I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for It’s fucking music, what you giving it a name for [Hook x2] I’ve been sayin' everything’s going fine, just takin' some days off Like everything don’t pay it no mind, been puttin' a face on But motherfucker, I’ve been goddamn lyin', I’m takin' the grace off To go back in time, before the summer broke [Verse 2] Well, I guess this is what I aimed for It's fucking music, what you giving it a name for I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for Never return and leave the happiest of days more I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song I try to think of it like that, but it seems wrong Pay it forward, they paying for it I don’t really give a fuck whatever they want They love it right, it’s what you came for I tell myself that, it ain't more Strapped to my brain, on my back a flamethrower Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm My Mama was the thing I wrote the tales for I’m all right without a reason, doing well, false Shit if I told you you’d be drinking like myself, god How far I got in not revealing all the cards Oh GOSH Got Jeanie dishing on her demons After the scars, loss, boys, feelings I guess this is the necessary heart bleeding You want the bars, I want freedom Dreams deferred, you don’t see ‘em Keeping my word, so no fleeing Feet on the ground, always You can’t stop the wheels of a lost day [Hook] Mask.[Verse 1] Man, the things you learn in this world deserve space, their own orbits The pleasurable, the most morbid No post-posting your destiny til you're post-mortem But I guess I'm mostly post-modern in my theorems though [Redacted] a lot, [redacted] in moderation But my moderation's higher than the average human I choose to use imagination more than normal I'm dreaming right now, I teleported you through portals Supported with the thought that thoughts become things in an instant An instinct is to think fast When you blink, you wait for impact You blink and Jeannie been past No blockage and no impasse Cannot is not in this class, no Ramadan is this fast I won't promote a groupthink Emote so much I leave verbatim in the booth, thick And I would never use this music to abuse things I just want motherfuckers to do things Damn [Hook] Take your mask right off and Show me your face I love you There is a place for us Promise I'll keep you safe And show me your Show me your Show me your Show me Show me your [Verse 2] There's nothing wrong with the chinks in your armor Character building like your damages, sans for drama And if you're dealing with your issues, bonus But cannot deal with them with you -- I know you're mostly a loner But I'm alone in it too, holding your shoulder And I would like to hold it all if you're feeling the moment Though we could see where we're going Pursuing something that's beautiful I'm a hopeless romantic I hope this doesn't do damage to all the friendship we're building I never claimed to be coping And even keeping closed my [redacted], a door that's usually open Cause you're unusually focused, and that's the nail in the coffin That I've been laying and loving, just waiting here in the dark Want to tell you but can't It's steady killing me softly I just orbit you often You're amazing, but fuck it I keep rejection at bay and my feelings graciously tucked in Wanna say I want your name to form a suffix [Hook] A-Alikes[Intro] Well if she rocks like a spitter, and she flows like a spitter Then you know she’s a spitter, and she probably is And if she walks like a spitter, and she talks like a spitter Don’t floss please forgive her, she probably is And if she writes like a spitter, hold the mic like a spitter Pause boys, ain’t no gutter, you know that she is And if she rhymes like a spitter, know she rhymes like a spitter Who rhymes like a spitter, you know who it is [Verse 1] A burnt sky scorched the earth’s flesh At the same time the murderous text arose Like a phoenix with the glow of death A poet two steps ahead like Noah just left Mo’ and sex holding techs No, I’m not what you’d expect Golden pen, exposing men false Like a fallen disciple, All in the bible The cause is the calling haiku The love of words language liquor phrased Slang in Mecca raised skyscraper Look a future brighter then your jewels of praise [Hook] This life must be what divorce caught be like I fall apart right just to stay right Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though (You don’t hear me though) When everything else just don’t go right, even if we just pretend that we alright Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though [Verse 2] For lack of better words, well that’s actually the worst The vernacular must map first a path of better verse Heads are cursed I rap backwards Like a roll, backwards Flip the same line another track yes, accurate I’ve mastered it, fucked rhymed Killed it’s father, bastardized it Masqueraded, I roll drive by and patronize it Must analyze it slow, mathematical Crack addicts pull My rock will take you high, like astronomical planes The money changes hands this year With this here lisp, you disappear My bliss is ripping spheres of discs The wax hedonist, bleeding black blacker Dreaming of a Caddie, black leather seated Beats banging, heat ? Serial scratch Nina, police tracking us all Side track ‘em in an alley and laugh at the law You see my way of doing things is sort of different Never resort to riffing I just snuff and keep it stepping, listen Heavy stomp like I’m gravity in hand smashing the floor Splashed jagged, shrapnel slap in your jaw I’m like Bill’s wife packing a sword You must be outta your gourd The girl’s insane but I told you before [Hook] This life must be what divorce caught be like I fall apart right just to stay right Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though (You don’t hear me though) When everything else just don’t go right, even if we just pretend that we alright Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though [Verse 3] Irrational thoughts often, but find me squeezing the cork often Competing with wino heathens to squeeze in a coffin The alcoholic in me almost slaughtered like The traveling door to doors-men Who was found in doors with the foreman’s daughter Lauren I freak a little forward, speak a little proper grammar Rapper with the capital R, back with no capital (aahh) Fact is I’m hazardous, Angela’s hell immaculate Poem’s rap like I’m in an obsessive compulsive cabinets Neat but still dirty, elite but still worldly To peak maybe at 30, I speak that I ain’t worthy yet So grab your drinks and toast them up to the future Jean’s a trooper so they say but I ain’t met no one truer [Interlude] Y'all niggas don't hear me, know what I'm sayin'? (yeah niggas) Jean's on y'all mothafucka's [Hook] This life must be what divorce caught be like I fall apart right just to stay right Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though (You don’t hear me though) When everything else just don’t go right, even if we just pretend that we alright Call this caught like night calls to daylight We a-alike see alike but you don’t hear me though [Outro] Act like you mothafucka's know whats goin' on You hear that shit, and who fuckin' with it, nobody nigga 76%Ready the cops, ready the riot gear, ready the bombs Ready the cars, fuck it ready the tank, hit the alarm Trilogy infinity bars, I'll spit in your mouth Break in your house, shit on your couch, hit your kid and spouse Survival shit homey Driving with a corset made of dynamite sticks on me Arm me with an army jacket with a pistol in it I'll just pistol whip you like a bitch, you calling me a bitch? Your lip is busted dripping crimson on the floor honey You see it's all fun and games Until you're falling on my sword gutted to the core buddy With a 4x4 to your jaw, assaulting your balls with a saw, and some sea salt Loaded cannon on the other side of a seesaw With an "If you see something, say something" sign (hee haw) Guitar strings, and a key card with a sharpened end Will make me carve things in ya deep scars that never mend But never mind Jeannie right She's harmless calm as condom in a convents quarters As Common as Lonnie, or women covered in islamic countries Or conflict in congress Or in Copenhagen commenting danke Idiot I'm unmitigatedly brilliant, bet again Better go back the to beginning Fezig, Finnegan Put in your bid again, bet Grae Kiss the converse, Leroy I'll windmill bee boy all over your kinfolk And I don't mean breakdance I'll throw a hive at boy And kick him in a windmill and then spin the damn spoke I'm Pig Pen but swarming with half notes Treble clefs, bass clefs, half rest as top hat Delivery legato as fuck and not a libertine who liberally fucks I deliberately say "fuck that" Tongue in the second letter of vocabulary Make it come and go whenever necessary Yes nigga I cuffed that Drink a big cup of Never Bit of hilarity If you front the flow I dare whatever ya test I love that Bethenny Frankel, slim chance of that shit I'm Dr Gonzo on constant natural acid trip My natural state is bat country Do I want some molly? No ma'am, Al Bundy Marcy Darcy haircut, Daria attitude Marty McFly Air mags, pardon the magnitude I make references to shit I like I really don't care if it's a hit on site I'm not blackpeoplemeet I spit on mics Aww man I'm sorry Is the kid alright? All night long Lionel Richie, Vince Vaughn And I'll stretch my shit out like Cardiff Giant off a plane Arcane is an innocuous descriptive of the lane But Arkham is more accurate and smarter to claim Wayne manner, not the house, but the same mannerisms Played out, but without the pain of the slain parental figures Orphan rap, endorphin rap, dolphin rape Wait… how'd that get in there, aww too late Orphan Black, multiple characters, same actor Jean With a St. Patrick's Day theme, drink An almanac of culpable narratives, in back of me With a quaint braggish Grae lean Blink, and you'll probably miss it But I'm glad well you listened And that the fans who get it Whenever damn well they spread it If it's thin as pancetta you do could it damn better I'm like the Whoville anthem and their mascot forget it Imagine Bambaataa in Calcutta in 76 With a Cosby sweater on That's how hot I am Then imagine Dorothy Parker in Alaska in 1926 sitting a bar That's how hot I am Also Many levels of hotness My pineal gland is on a vacation topless Cut me, I bleed agave. That's obnoxious Why would you need to cut me just trust me, it's a process I could build your confidence Also be your accomplice (laughs) I couldn't say that with a straight face I'm way too honest I'll push you in the Gowanus for nothing I'll punch you in the vomit button I'm kinda like Rick Moranis but with Vigo in him (Vigo) I'm from the land of Cry Freedom (Biko) I probably would have fucked Mc Lovin Yipee-ki-yay John McClane I don't die hard I don't Dylan I'll never die at all I get dye jobs, for sticking up dive bars And making the old guys lick up the whole stripper pole And make 2 sidecars, side bars Sidecars are delicious So lift a cup or two, bitches To the motherfucker who these other motherfuckers wanna do My Story (Please Forgive Me)If I could swim a thousand lakes to bring your life back I write that, but infinity can't rewind facts You are divinity My primitive mind was struggling Just to understand the meaning of life, forgive me I never told my mommy, I couldn't break her spirit She always wished her daughter, extraordinary thinking So I traveled alone, young, sixteen got in the habit of not stayin' at home Doing the sad walk like Bill Bixby, a dollar fifty Trips to the hospital so that Medicaid could fix me I couldn't eat shit. I fainted frequent. On cold floors and I pause and I think, Peep it I'm lost, my four friends know And just fuck at the boys' apartments for rent, so I'm all wishin' that it's a dream ending soon I've actually erased a lot that I've been through See when the rain comes down, I know it's fallin' for me, and only for me And when the pain comes around, there's nowhere else I rather would be I know what I've done, Please forgive me Now all my bitter homies sayin' that's what men do Feelin' retarded for seeing partner potential On top of that, the doctors telling me a heart murmur I can't take it; I'm contemplating a glot burner, a cop murderer I can't be, this can't be The tears streaming and I can't see, they lance me And I'm passin' out, and this is just for blood They had to cover the mass amounts, I've had enough And you don't know what it's like in waiting rooms And outside their picketing pictures could slay you Their screamin' victims, and spitting till they shame you I hold my head low and shiver push my way through They put you in a room, where you can change into Your gown and shower cap, shaking as a feene would do And tha's when you think of leaving, fleeing the building and then they call you and you hear the call of your children They count down from ten now, you wanna stop 'em but you say it in your head, your out for the cut Then you wake up in another room with plenty others They call it recovery; you're thinkin' we ain't mothers And then prescription pills, written a 'scrip with chills An understatement, you're dressed but you're naked still And your brain won't think straight Wait - Can't finish this See when the rain comes down, I know it's fallin' for me, and only for me And when the pain comes around, there's nowhere else I rather would be I know what I've done, Please forgive me I kept it bottled up; my parent's found the pills Screaming God what have you done? Cried till I snotted blood, then got a gun My temper ran quick tho, from the thought, then the worst I was caught in the same place A year later, for me that's when hatred started My faith martyred, I've dated a father but farther, then I moved on Years past, the guilt's worse and it builds till your heart' smashed Then I miscarried 22 age, I was headed to a breakdown Swallowed up some pills and I laid down I was a failure at that too, bailed from the rap then but fate took me back in Sin is a tattoo my fingers attached with Twenty-seven with three kids that I never met What if I was Catholic? Wonder if they hate me? Thinking how their mother could ever murder? Well take me hell - to the depths where the brimstone chokes me constantly I gave a monstacy How could I possibly correspond with God when I gave the authority to end that life? But it's never over, even if we have a child They coulda had a brother or sister or both I'm thinking about another life that almost got close Prayin' that in another time we coulda' changed posts If I could just reverse time, I would I don't know what I would do, honestly it's not good I'm sorry RIP[Verse 1: Styles P] Make your movie in HD, bet you it ain't a saga Me, I'm a slinger; you a singer like Lady Gaga I could see through you 'bout as clear as Ciroc Vodka Knock out your teeth with the back of the mic proper I don't give a fuck about a chopper Leave you in the doctor; I-Pod filled with Big Poppa Make sixteens I call Oscars for actors Get in your neck and your back like chiropractors I'm so nice I could give you a fact backwards "Out hardest the is Ghost", keep your kids close Sick when I was nine years old, ask my kinfolk My people been broke, a couple been rich If rap was jail, I'd be running the whole pen, bitch Ghost, Talib and Jean Grae X-Men of hip hop, and still rock harder than Green Day Classic like vinyl but let the machines spray [Hook: Talib Kweli] Come on peel a bill off the knot, in ya pocket Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it down Got green in the black sacks of chocolate Stop it, before you say something that's out of pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket [Verse 2: Jean Grae] (Get your rock out of my pocket, nigga!) No it's not...like Charlie Brown who got a {ROCK!} In his pocket trick or treating, I mean I'm a medium For leaking heat, a freaking genie, Jean's a genius You idiots, I'm mean to you, sweetie and I'm a queen I don't swing open like Lamborghini doors do -- whores do My job is to floor you, block you and ignore you Pop you like a blocked call, I'm like Rockmore You watching me like Rockwell's pop song just popped on (Your lockjaw's a good thing) I'm glad I put the hammer to it My handlers will handle this (Ma'am, she didn't do it) Yeah, what they said, don't want no arraignments rocking round That would be worse than K-Fed doing "PopoZao" Right in my momma's house with his little rocket out Jesus! Wet my fingers and just stick 'em in the socket now (Please) I'd rather be dead than watch wack shit Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell 'em I kicked... ten buckets And it's all your fault, I'm rotting Shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking Huh, it's all your fault I'm rotting You shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking [Hook] [Verse Three: Talib Kweli] What is it? ... What, is you tryin to lose your life? Ancient wisdom like Druids but I'm foolish on the mic Flow the truest, undisputed cause I do it how I like It's the crack so the fiends' lips is bluish from the pipe Nice try, you ain't fly, you lying on the ProTools Yeah, your vocals mighta flew but you local like Q Applying these old rules to new dudes don't work Even though they softer than yogurt, and covert If you don't work you don't eat You fuck around and get higher than a nosebleed seat, try to compete Ya done beat yourself before ya even started E'rybody knows you don't go full retarded, bogus artists Rock the stage, you going off the page and making no sense The way I do these rappers so ugly the flow is grotesque Your flow is Kotex, it's no contest You a foe, unidentified flying object [Hook] Billy Killer[Hook] Each morning, my man goes downtown Where everyone falls, and he's lost In an angry land, he's a little man [Verse 1] 9 A.M., eyeing him My eyes widening Feeling like it's Groundhog Day, he gotta try again Riptide tide with thoughts of retiring Pride flies and he wired me some truth and inspirement So I can't fail him He gets the mail and he's off Like a movie trailer with those long roads and it costs I wish you could retain the way he's losing his patience Fucking transit, travel constantly, the fame motivation Check cashing day, knowing my face on the spot The bank teller should embrace him when he talks in slots And not a day of rest, he walks twenty blocks And brings me what the villain's got A little money, little presents I could kill 'em rock Ready stalking with them, having dark visions of choking [censored] And fuck [censored], but of course it's his job And he can't understand why I worry so much Because he's my man, damn [Hook] [Verse 2] He's busting his ass like figure skaters falling Discussing the past label problems, [censored] calling him It's my drama he's falling in; my momma, she stalling him He's running out the door and she's saying, "Go to the store," and then He's rushing out on no food I feel him getting close to postal Getting robbed by a nigga for ProTools And he won't tell me about [censored] in Tennessee I swear that nigga's dead -- I could picture the funeral, B Hollering like soon he'll be picking jewelry I be like, if I was you, I'd be excluding me He won't go; he smokes, though, just to get by They fuck up his high with phone calls I swear to God, I wish he'd snap Run up in [censored], stab [censored] in the back And flip the table over, take his wallet, kick his throat in And leave the knife attached to a note, smoking [Hook] [Verse 3] Man, fuck [censored] and [censored] and [censored] Colin ran around for a month and niggas ain't calling I hate him going to these meetings, trying to explain Why Jean is the next thing; I fiend for the ending I scream when he's leaving, man, I hate them He doesn't write no more; drawings, he doesn't make them Pause, we the relation; calls heeded, forsaken All Colin's creative; Lord, how does he make it? Naw, I couldn't, maybe, cause Jean's not as good at Bottling up feelings, feeling all positive when I shouldn't I'm going with him, bringing some basement to it In the ass, find a nice place to place my foot in But he paces my footing, tries to place the good in Keeps the paper chase going, no complaints Why shouldn't I worry that what good am I? Damn, I'll love the man til I die, c'mon [Hook] Excuse Me Sir[Intro] Yeah, It's good shit you can't smoke a Newport to You can't get like, you know, 65 cent on a pack Gotta get a pack of Dunhills When it come in the flat box That costs some money [Hook] My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z I just got to be your lady Excuse me, what's your name? Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae Baby (Excuse me, sir. Can I come? Possibly? Take you out? Do some stuff? Can I take you out tonight?) [Verse 1] Bet you ain't know from the way that I stepped in The light shown from the second floor down The door that I write, nah The more in to the fact that I'm so cute Boots to the calf match the half top, jeans and the bag Only thing missing is the ring on the finger Partying single Getting drunk like Steve Buscemi in "The Wedding Singer" Now I need somebody next to me dancing, handsome Love his mama, no drama, don't need a mansion Trust, I need romancin' plus a weekend camping trip We could go half on a cabin in that sh-- But Jean don't ski, and neither does he So we lamp in the hot tub [?] it all passion Hold your floss level down, man I'm more concerned with being your girl than what you earning Jean's different, pass on the Escalade grill Pop up in the Caddy '68 Coupe de Ville [Hook] Excuse me My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z I just got to be your lady, Baby (I don't have Scooby Doo's, I just... Kangaroo's maybe?) My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z I just got to be your lady Excuse me, what's your name? I see some brothers tonight That should be hanging with Jean Grae, Jean Grae Baby, what's your name? (Whats your name? god damn it) Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae, Jean Grae [Verse 2] All your friends like, "Who's that you with? She's not stupid Plus her beat's hotter and spit better than you, kid" Now you're fronting like Cupid ain't shot ya, Jean's gotcha All giggly on the phone, your tone's softer We ain't even bone and the and the zone it just grows closer Dinner, movies, the backseat, arm on my shoulder Ask me, questions, now we're talking relations past Laughing at the stories and my lack of patience, you See the drama got you on not dating Cause the home training lacking in these hoes so you waiting For a girl who ain't crazy, smarter than the average lady Ambitious, but still get high, analyze Jay-Z Smiley faces every time he IM's me Either brother's a winner or the prize box is empty Let the blunt burn Dog, 1-2 'n 3, you live and you learn [Hook] Excuse me My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z I just got to be your lady, Baby (Look at me, look at me, look at me) My name's Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z I just got to be your lady Excuse me, what's your name? I see some brothers Tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae, Jean Grae Baby, what's your name? I still see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae Jean Grae [Verse 3] Love, let's go, have fun on a daughter, asshole disorder Bought fully, chalk weight, wipe it with eraser, clean slate Cause I'm done writing for right now Remember, open book test when you can read me, it's allowed Boy, you got the heart that's been sitting cold for a while I'm 'bout to hand the cop a key And leave you one on the speed dial About to make the sheets crease, make our leasing the same Before I sign the papers, wait, what's your name? [Outro] Yea, so this is that ish that you drink Cristal to, but I can't cause, I don't have any money, so... This is that ish you drink like, um, Sprite to. Does it really matter what you're drinking when you listen to the song? Right. 'Scuse me! Yea! Alright, we out Jeannie Rules[Intro] "I don't know, I dont really listen to that I don't know, I dont really listen to that I don't know, I dont really listen to that Jean Grae shit She's like, it's like all underground and she's like a hippie. I'm not into that" You retarded. That's what you got from what I said? On what song? Fucking hate you guys! [Verse] When it's grown folks talking you should shush your mouth I get aroused by you dramedy clowns Don't bother me now, scram kid Before I go Manson and your man's dead Or it's a handsome ransom on his damn head, Pause My paws grubby, greasy Don't drink Riesling or Moscato, that's a dessert bottle Stashed up in the purse vodka Blasted in the afternoon, hostile. Trashed up in a fancy room ... Hostels- You in Impostors ruin, the movement of the realest motherfuckers that do it But I'm Mama Large Marge, you're just Pee-Wee truckin' through it Pursue her, good luck; I'm fluid as fuck I move like a loose screw point, hunt Fast and agile Teleport rhymes Nightcrawler while you're fragile, stagnant ballers Don't give a damn about your dollars: ignore it I don't give a damn about your problems: you're boring What I utter, just utterly in the throes of the gutter and mixed with a dose of the beautiful struggle And most can't handle it, Manga shit, animated English lit Sing it ladies... (Jeannie rules!) Greasy, yes, nice! Greasy, nigga. Slicker than your average Believe me, nerds. Thicker than your glasses They teach my words in your frickin' classes I'm a scholar and a lady Kiss my ass, kids Supa Luv[Intro: Jean Grae] Supa Luv (Watcha say, watcha say now?) Supa Luv (Supa Luv baby, Supa Luv baby) Supa Luv (It's Supa Luv baby) (Come on. 9th Wonder) [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Well you see I was a skeptic, hesitant, even when he said (She's the closest thing to an angel I've ever seen) Uh huh, yeah right I've heard that line before It always carried some ill intent for sure But then he said it some more Pretend I've never been in love, I'm not getting sprung But I could miss it—he could be the one No one better and he could make me believe that (She's a lady to the extreme) About Jean, I'm 'bout to Call my family, be like, "I met him mom! Wedding's on!" Ready to party, but instead I'm calm Surface, though, all fireworks, wired-up espresso His expressiveness is in the presence of ever—let's go Chill in the tropics drinking rum punch, One Love Singing it over lunch, he got me, love guns out, dunny My luck's been out, feel me? It done run south, left me a ton of doubt It's never fun getting the run-around (uh-uh) Was never one to be wooed easy, I bruise easy When dudes leave me I get boozed up, they don't trust me He freaking speech, though, and I'm drinking ghost lager A teensy-more-than-moderate feeling you both gotta Feeling your clothes cause you're appealing and you're really close Thinking of stashing you up in my pocket, being ghost Check it, I'm long-legged—we could wreck my dorm mattress You could be my new partner, heart, baby—my new fetish [Hook: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv for Jean Could you be the Supa Luv for me? I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my (Supa Luv) I need a (Supa Luv) I want a (Supa Luv) I gotta (Supa Luv) Find him [Verse 2: Jean Grae] This one's different, though (Oh?) Step to me dancing, hand in my back pants And dance in the back, pantin' Same line, way fine, he from the Cayman Islands And my waistline he trace, fine and I flutter my eyelids—I'm Drinking Patron shots—so much the floor shake Loving every bit of him—he's sputtering the rhythm and Buttering Grae's ego with the clean-cut pimp-lean Strutter with the clip clean, gutter slang—"I think I love he!" Picture us lovely playing games—he's hugging me Staying engaged two weeks, eloping out the country He's so special, not a stalk of potential in him Y'all, did I mention he's a tall drink of water? Sinkin' Into me mentally, intensely feeling him Intentionally sipping Hennessy—let's leave the building Then we can build more—he's so hot He could father my children plus he told me I got (I got a) [Hook: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv for Jean (Just for me, baby) Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (That's what I'm looking for) I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my (Supa Luv) (Supa Luv) (Supa Luv) (Supa Luv) [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Hey, hey What's your name and how you maintain, huh? (Hmmm...) You don't say a word I like you too—like to invite you to a party in my pants Okay, that was just rude—let's dance (sorry) For seven long hours, spottin' gems, droppin 'em back Like I'm bleached on the block again, rock—holla! (Holla!) Pop my collar. There was the brother with the drop Impala The hot model—you could spot his pet piranha Bet I was sweating; you know better—I'm swearing, your honor (I swear!) I'd never let him get the better of me but the problem: He's got those words that block my curves Get my nerves boxed up 'til I'm impossibly slurred. I gotta Stop before I vomit. And if the cops occurred It would be drama. And, plus, my warrant's absurd It's time to go home, go alone, chill, and relax But wait, there's the first brother grilling me back (Heyyyy...) [Hook: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv for Jean (Where's the Supa Luv for me? Baby, come on) Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (And I'm going somewhere again today) I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my (Supa Luv) I want a (Supa Luv) I need a (Supa Luv) I gotta find me [?] now (Supa Luv) Come on [Outro: Jean Grae] A Supa Luv, a Supa Luv, it's just a Supa Luv—hey! Will and Joe got a Supa Luv—hey! [?] and Trina got a Supa Luv—hey! I know some couples with a Supa Luv—hey! I got a Supa Luv, I got a Supa Luv I can't tell you 'bout my Supa Luv cause it's not that time of the album yet—keep listening, beotch! Wednesday. Wednesday (What day is it, man?) Yo, it's muthafuckin' Wednesday (Honey, what day is it?) I said, "It's muthafuckin' Wednesday, homie!" Iwanteweback(the4ewesong)[Intro] So dear, so me, so evil you So we are so through There's no need, it's over, me and you [Hook] I want you back Sometimes I do I want you I need you back I want you, boo I want you back I want you, boo Though we ain't loving We ain't fucking We ain't through I want you back I want you back Oh oh oh oh oh I want you back [Verse 1] Sometimes I want you back just to adore you But mostly I just want to destroy you Store you, and call you Murphy as a nickname Wipe the floor with you, you're addicting, dick thing Insane to explain, I know it might sound callous Careless, sadist, I'm a damn lady My fair Jeanie ran on planes in Spain daily Clearly, I'm fairly well-versed in fuckery I should fuck you up for breaking up with me Stain your frame of painted veins I bust with cutlery It's such a shame that you think you're an accessory You're so fucking pedestrian, especially when you're next to me Excuse me, sounding too imposing Fuck it, I'm first class -- I never said I was into coaching You should listen closely, thinking the song's about you It is -- you, him, him, and him mostly Don't choose bad; at times, my choices do betray me Belaboring the point, yeah, maybe I'm sort of faded "I'll maybe call you later, baby"; Lord, you're hated But Lord, of course I'm motivated, low-key hatred Sleeping neighbors choose euthanasia Stay together, trooping through the universe forever I'd rather not be two sedated dapper cadavers I'd rather feel the pain and tell you never feel embarrassed It ain't baggage -- I claim baggage like a name tag It ain't marriage if the gain came through the same fabric Insane to remain average, I can't have it My main habit's to change, it creates havoc You can't fathom a love/hate relation, well Yes you can, guess again -- you've been aceing them Replacing them with lying to yourself or fifty pacing them like Let's get through it, baby And maybe I'm crazy then for being blunt I know what I deserve, know what I want I know that we could never really be a pair I know that sometimes I still want you there I might not like you, our connection's rare I might just spite you, you're never there I like revenge, I love love I'm still evolving, that's some shit that Jean is not above [Hook] [Outro] Whatever[Intro] Hey boy, you know sometimes when two people are in love They just can't seem to get it together; And that's how I feel about you [Verse 1] He already knew I was down for the cause But 'hard to get' is much more fun What's better than that really Son was like feel me I was all, nah Catching feelings truly upset when he had to go And school me on ways of catching a mate, God I'm matchin' a date cuz I'm lacking skills And mack is smaller than an iPod I'm kiddin' I know the mackin' is rules Was tackin' on the wifey latch since backpacking in school But he's different though I feel him mo Can't play it simple, No Can't fuck up the friendship for them dimples, nope I need to enter his space and probe his Interscope Just like I'm vanity lookin' for his inner glow He's not a bad boy, I've never sampled his type before Moved to New York from Los Angeles Cali Swagger ain't attached to nothing We puffin' analyzing the city after he's rolling something I wanna rock a fella so bad, oh man Note pad's filled with all the ink his soul had Visions of us kissing the whole nine No jive, could picture his whole profile But I can't step, I risk the chance of losing everything Our friendship is more important than a wedding ring Now when he's calling me I keep acting shady And lately screening all his calls to escape he Keeping my heart safely tucked in but I can't function Until the aftermath of our conjunctions passed Punking out, I'm ducking out his way Can't look him in the face, eyes drippin' with game My mind's trippin' again, damn [Interlude] Damn, you just got me going crazy. I think I... I think I... I love you. I think I love you but... [Refrain] Maybe it just shouldn't be us two Maybe I'm just not the one who's right you know And maybe we can't be together tonight Or maybe it's just not good I mean, maybe you need another girl Maybe I can't just be in your world Maybe we just can't be together For you, whatever [Interlude] Boy you got me going crazy. Should we be lovers, should we Be friends. I just wanna be with you, until the end [Verse 2] I, J. Grae do solemnly need this fresh to death man Even blind girls can see that he's Def Jam I'm in this universal problem Y'all can probably relate, y'all follow then So do I give my loving to him Or would that just ruin everything that we're about I'm so attached to him He knows the way I am, tempers un-godly so Domestic violence could turn to me on death row He's so persistent with it, we're making out again We double dating, out with one of his Columbia friends He didn't graduate, so it makes him feel shitty We leave the place and wonder hand in hand around the city He leans in kisses me, his G-Unit shiftily My mind is misses sweet we moving into ecstasy His warmth next to me, now we're all necking Three hours later naked, me laying in his arms affectionate [Refrain] Maybe it just shouldn't be us two Maybe I'm just not the one who's right you know And maybe we can't be together tonight Or maybe it's just not good I mean, maybe you need another girl Maybe I can't just be in your world Maybe we just can't be together For you, still whatever [Outro] Well I guess I, I guess I was the one for you This is beautiful Just us together forever and ever and ever Can I get you anything? Do you need some weed? Some Backwoods? A back rub? A slice of cake? I'd do anything for you boy... Anything... anything... Except for that... Negro Baseball League[Intro] Check, check [Grand Puba] First batter up, first-first batter up [Verse 1: ?] Now, enterin' the batter's box Is a guy who wears Champion socks and likes rings with rocks Throw up my middle finger to the umpire ‘Cause niggas just choosin' the new talent just need to retire Check the signals from my manager, the first base coach He's throwin' signs, tellin' me the label's just playin' cutthroat Yo, I hit him with a tape or should I say I take a check swing? I hear the crowd sing, go meet Plug, and the telephone ring He says I need more beats—wait a minute—no doubt My temper runs out. Three pitches later, I strike the fuck out Yo, shit like this happens to the real MC's Because the labels wanna sign up the commercial wannabes And if, it ain't that, it's just a little bit more, sayin' “Umm, can you put on a screwface and scream lyrics that's hardcore?” I adore this whole rap persona But some of you A&R's must be mixin' coke witcha marijuana Talkin', “Oooh, he got the new shit.” I'm on his dick but that's an MC that come out with one bangin' hit.” I split atoms, blow up as if I was atomic Labels talk so much shit, yo, I laugh at them like they was comics Check the scoreboard—we're up by one Two more hitters to go, and the song ain't even done, baseball [Hook: Grand Puba] First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve Second batter up because the first got served First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve Second batter up because the first got served [Verse 2: Jean Grae] From the kids in the batting cages to the pro players To the labels and the mob in the bleachers makin' waves Lookin' at the pitcher like, “Man, what gives?” They got one-arm fugitives throwin' with prosthetic limbs Look from the team to the umpire means that the Man got demoted from stadiums to refereein' gyms Synonyms from big cheese to the independent label Couldn't pay up they debt, so they got cut like unpaid cable B. E. I. S. B-O-L, accent on the “O.” GOALLLL! Feel sweat tricklin' down the back of my neck Tighten my grip on the bat, take a swing and it's a technical foul Nah, that's basketball… Whatever, good call How come when black men hit the field, they were throwin' bottles? Now they throwin' million dollar deals? When I steal bases, I do it with pride For Jackie Robinson, certified—forerunner for us Homeruns, we must hit 'em straight out the ballpark I'm not patriotic, so I won't sing the National Underlyin' stipulations playing underhanded ways It pays to have your representative stay Or you'll have top executives gettin' all possessive With your money and it's not funny But when loot is involved, all problems get solved Umm, maybe because you supply they cocaine fetish To finish this, this business ain't nothin' but corrupt Forget all this garbage—I'd rather play tennis [Hook: Grand Puba] First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve Second batter up because the first got served First batter up, well, here's the pitch, that's a curve Second batter up because the first got served [Verse 3: Ocean] Baseball was never for Blacks It used to be a pastime for Whites Now it has mad Puerto Ricans But that's not the point of the song The point of the song and I make it mad simple When I be flippin' this script Is that the industry is all over the mound Pitchin' but nobody's makin' any hits—hmm Baseball is not just a sport It's the verbal, mental, physical, spiritual Emotional level that we are on It's about time that all you devils was gone [?] like [Tron?]. I said it and meant it If you cannot handle it, then for your ears it's not intended You can play the documented, all athletes quoted ‘Cause when you speak to be exploited, then your spot will get exploded Bases are loaded, but there is no RBI in the stadium Where players try to be hard as titanium I got your cranium movin' when I be showin' and provin' Now you fear that your career is goin' down the tubes And it'll be along with industry that's withering And what’s left? Ocean’s about to blow to smithereens I bring lyrical formats that you'll admire And to the Hall of Fame I will go when I retire They'll set your world afire. There is nobody to fear When every umpire, A&R is screamin' that, “You’re outta here!” And to your amazement, a tax write-off is your replacement You gotta face it—there is no other crew adjacent With sounds from the basement, we rise We energize, to take over the whole enterprise By now, you realize that when we're in the place That we will come fat over piano and the bass If you're lookin' for security, then you can end your chase Come home to Negro League and you'll be safe Baseball! [Outro] No doubt, Negro League is in the house No doubt, no doubt, knockin' runs out ‘Cause we do it like this, we do it like that I was rockin’ stage just like to a bat Sent to home back when I be doing my thing Hit a home run with the Negro League theme Do it like this, do it like that I was rockin' stage just like to a bat Sent to home back when I be doing my thing Hit the home run with the Negro League swing Take Me[Chorus] (Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless (Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me (Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please (Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless (Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me (Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please [Verse 1] Oh lord, I'm having issues, more deep than American missiles Shooting commuter planes and filing emissions official I've hit depression hard and started to pick at the scabs From the scar, I'm a mess addressing pain in a bar, I confess Cause all the rest just mar shit, chest in a cast Feeling urges just to test out a casket, bless me I'm blasphemous Jesus pass the fifth, I... have to get lit Masochist self I'm only half of the health I was born with (Baby) Save me, take me up high like 'dro But way far past the stars and the sky I'm blinding pain like I'm a junkie shooting up with Emotional novacaine, I'm floating provoking the angels to jump me In layman's terms, faith's been blurred, even early I scratched crayon in between the holy word I pray on, but still (Baby) Three gone, and maybe I'm in barren land God help me, I'm having trouble with your master plan so [Chorus] (Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless (Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me (Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please (Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless (Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me (Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please [Verse 2] You see this dirty knife on the floor, this chrome nine in my hand These foul thoughts in my conscious, constantly understand See we taught to believe if you can touch it and see it, it must Be real so go believe it. But I've never seen Jesus I've never seen God, so he's only a thesis And I'm questioning all these things in my time to depart I know it's written suicide is giving hell and devils privilege Only wicked heathens commit it, sin of ages, well fuck it, bring it! Lately I've been waking early mornings screaming "Save me," dreams of seven horsemen chasing Jean, hastening speed So I'm raising the barrel envisioning marrow Splashed on the wall and polka dotting all my apparel And maybe, Ginsu blades through skin will slay And split thin veins instead of loading clips that spray And if I'm meant to stay, then I'll just pass through the gates And fall a long way back to Earth, so why don't you just [Chorus] (Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless (Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me (Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please (Baby) Yea, though I walk through the valley In the shadow of darkness, praying to God heartless (Take me) Wake me up, don't forsake me (Take me) I pray hard, don't leave me waiting, please [Verse 3] You can see the pain twist my face from a distance The body's windows glistening red hot from all of the indo Thinking of my next of kinfolk, my mama Opening doors, crimson billows spread out on the pillows and floor I gotta block it out. I'm set on knocking out Lock and aim and I'm dropping my frame quick when I pop in the brain And if God's omnipotent, will he slip in and change And move the pistol so it shoots out of range and the lead whistles? (Baby) Maybe he's just playing; it'll ricochet And cripple me strictly for questioning, give me life to the pain Sickle-shaped body bent in the middle So little kids who pass me harass me and giggle My figure's itching to touch on the answers Hard-headed like exotic dancers' nipples Picturing the bullets ripping the skin on the mantle I'm holding Pull back and blow the wick right off the candle Throw a kiss until the world's out of focus So now (take me) Swing Blades[Verse 1: Vordul (Cannibal Ox)] Everyday caught in the whirlwinds Back in the studio, belief just hurled in Still tryna get my pen on, write scripts, and light spliffs ‘Til we high as light bills Watching for those that might switch To the dark. We over here, remaining righteous Though we spark the sole purpose to spit and hype kids Make them want to hold open their eye lids Dangers and missed origins from way back since The presence of Genesis and Osirus Life is such a stress But in the coldest storms I let them off in the Phoenix Make ‘em want to hold open they eyelids Dangers and missed origins from way back since The presence of Genesis and Osirus. Life is such a stress But in the coldest storms, I let ‘em off in the phoenix [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Over a thousand miles of public housing Lounging on beaches in the Riviera, tan and doused in coconut scented lotion Wish I was there. The story rare enough to merit an endangered species Tagging velvet ropes surrounding every path I’m tighter than some virgin’s pussy. Don't ever push me I balance on the edge of cliffs for fun and some are hanging crooked I never look down—I look to the sky And envision the place where everybody go when they die They say that bright lights and angels come and get you If that's the truth, then I expect the black night blocking the sun—I got issues Another day with myself, another day without wealth There's gotta be another way—I need help And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi, Buddhist, strict agnostic Hoping one will hit its target. Take another sip of hypnotic And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic scenes Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of them shooting at me [Verse 3: Vast Aire (Cannibal Ox)] You know Can Ox got that Phoenix wing span And love hovering over the ghetto wasteland I got rap just as fat as my waistband You got a rap that belongs in a waste can Yo, Jean you gotta change Grae to Hackman ‘Cause when we fight, we swing them blades And when we rap, we swing them blades And then we slide on ‘em like the escapades I knew the end of this book since the first page Rap sucks, but we still get paid We smokin’ trees of the highest grades I spit a line that'll fix your fades So don't go there—you cannot hold Aire Look at them reaching and shit If you touch my jersey, I'll bust your lip Open your face then break your hip [Outro: Vast Aire (Cannibal Ox)] Yeah, yeah Cannibal "O", handle you slow Jean Grae in the house Yeah, yeah [?] But [?] was drunk as shit last night man The Time Is NowIntro [Jean Grae] Aye 9th, you know me and Phonte the Ashford and Simpson of this rap shit Y'all ain't know Oh, y'all ain't know Oh, we creeping up like.. da na na na na [Verse 1: Jean Grae] It's Jean niggas, back again Trap you in the wrath again Blacker than boat loads of Africans Or rather like them This struggle, we can't win Back bent, over till it slacks, and cracks Can't hustle harder I'm like my father Only in denial though My mother is like "I know" And my brother is quiet so I fight further Till I type murder, family cycles and fly further than expected Titles on my life or daughter Sorta like a boarder Still in my momma's house Get green like chlorophyll and all of y'all be like, "I'm out" Gettin' your own shit Shittin' in your own crib I'm in no position to be fucking on my own still This ain't some words on a paper This is what my mind's made of Emotional heart data Like a skyscraper reaching up Try to stay keeping up and trying to keep my feelings out of the beats and stuff But Tay, they ain't believe in us [Hook] Been through so many struggles in my life You would not believe where I have been (I don't know where, I don't know how) Even my lonely heart and sacrifice Until the day that my life ends (The place is here, the time is now) [Verse 2: Phonte] Now at this moment Phonte's flow is Stomping through Y'all niggas just tip toeing Soon as they put it on They say, he's big Willie You just a Lil' Jon Trying to get lower This is proof that thee existence of persistence pays off and it's showing Cause labels used to play me like Now they better pay me like I'm Luke Wilson Check your books, I ain't owing Tay's a true terror Y'all ain't busting caps Y'all gangstas in the studio making a new era And this is for whoever Is trying to do me Y'all need to do you, maybe then you'll do better Cause I'm gonna be spitting till I walk with a cane Left my mark on the game And y'all just scribbling I'm etched in stone, y'all just penciled in Number two status, that's your place nigga, live with it [Jean Grae] They don't know the shoes I walk in So I guess they'll keep on talking [Hook] [x2] [Outro] [Phonte] We gon' build it up, build it up, build it up And now we're solid Solid as a rock [Jean Grae] It's solid, it's solid You'll know, you'll Cos when you hold that thing in your hand and you know it's solid It's not a liquid, it's not a gas, it's solid, it's solid, let me tell ya again Solid, solid So solid It's what we got, what we got, what we got Can I have some cake? Is the cake solid? It's solid cake, it's vanilla solid cake baby [Phonte] And it's got icing on it! [Jean Grae] Icing on the cake! It's got icing on the cake! Now ain't that the best thing you ever heard Bum Deal[Intro: Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones No, we're not the ones We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones We're not the ones, yo, we're not the ones [Verse 1: What? What?] I. Drop. My. Style like this Twist, shape shift, bum deals get diss My flow's been blessed, chopping up at the breath Expand thoughts, chest retract, inhale the cess Digression—best defense emcees kept possession Southeast to northwest, contest to submission I flex, release, tense muscles and cease Stole the master key to free 'em from the industry leash I got a, full mind, [pack, stop?] with lethal weapons Breaking down crews in seconds while the hardcore beckons But I, stay focused even though triggers attempt Even though niggas are bent, so quick to represent Real emcees, we broke, Moet don't wet my throat I keep a double-edged sword, no one to mute the remote You need to keep your mouth shut, talking jaja on wax And no doubt, we'll see what happens with the company tax You know you gotta recoup, keeping your niggas with loot And gambling with your soul, rocks is your papers they shoot You're tampering with the art, and you're position's just temp I got the full-time job from bum deals in zest [Hook: Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums [Verse 2: Ocean] From the cradle to the grave, elementary to the penitentiary The Black man's been getting the bum deal of the century Now you want to get with the rap techniques you used to diss I see you in these Coca-Cola commercials And it's really making me pissed But I gotta give my hair-do and get my boots too In come more through, true, and get my loot too But you gotta remember from which this household started And these labels are trying to gas you up like someone farted I come more strong-hearted than Lion-O And Aggie is my father and What? What? is [?] So we had no choice but to be good guys with appeal And don't got no time for nobody's whack record deal I feel we should make one buck out of every album that we sell If we did, you don't think that I'd know you'd make twelve? What the hell? I got a job, she's got a job, he's got a job, we’re all in school So why is it that you're trying to play us for fools? ‘Cause most shit stinks like bird stool, can't hack it And I don't want to be playin’ like white shit up on my jacket Your tax bracket sees you green While all these emcees see is teal What are we, assholes? You can keep your bum deal [Hook: Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums [Bridge: Ocean] I'm surrounded by, bums Crowded by, bums Your style is like, bums Bums [Verse 3: What? What?] I need no bum deal for my bung-hole You sold your soul—now they're in control Jerked your body like a marionette Took your pens and your pads and replaced them with texts No say in the game, rappers sounding the same I'm sick of Versace, Chanel, and Gucci, drinking champagne Love's gonna getcha, I betcha, double dare you Physical challenge, your player shit is losing balance Get off the job, talk—your whole aura is weak My black people either got to be Italian or Greek Need to step off the scene, contracts and wicked seals, for real Keep your whack-ass fucking bum deal [Hook: Ocean] We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums We bring it down on the two ‘cause we’re not the ones She's not your daughter, and I'm not your son So why you tryna play us like we're dumb? These deal is for bums Live 4 UJean Grae - “Live 4 U” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Ev Price and Block McCloud] [Verse 1: Jean Grae] It’s kinda hard to explain But I’ve been thinking, haven’t come to a decision Drinking away the pain night after night. Listen: it’s like I’m caught In the rain that never stops and only follows me Wide, hollow feeling of emptiness, nothing inside of me Drama lays my head on the pillow, and, still, no sleep I’ve been walking the Wonderland for 40 days and 7 weeks Just wondering how good it would be to finally say goodbye to everything That’s going wrong, God, especially me. I wanna Let go, let my mind just finally be free, breathe With no echo. Tomorrow won’t be less without me. Eyes staying Wet though. Only thing that keeps me on the side of the living Is you… said the same thing to me too Otherwise, I’m just caught up in deception and lies I have days of just waking and hating the sunshine Hating life itself, hating death for taking its time Loving you enough not to commit the ultimate crime. I sin In my mind though, visions of weaponry wetting me up Paying people off for setting me up, some crazy, wild, sick Imagery, painting pictures of bloody scenes. It seems the only Peace of mind is in dreams, so I pray for never-ending sleep But it never comes, so I’m prey for being So weak and giving up. Friends say I live the party life Living it up, one hand on the glass Other on the bottle, filling it up I wanna leave so bad, but loving you is enough To make a slow exit to Hell, would never leave you here by yourself Nobody else could keep me here but you Nobody else could wipe away the tears but you. I love you too much [Hook: Jean Grae] I would give my life For you if you asked me to I would do just Anything for you, and the world If I could, I would give to you But I don’t have anything to give So I swear just to Live for you, live for you [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Are you Disappointed in me? Twenty-three, can’t get it together No money, no job, debt that seems to last forever. I just wanna Make you proud someday, like accepting awards that’s in front of a crowd And say, “Thanks,” in front of a million people. Tell you I’ve fallen victim to some evil things in the past, my road’s Been short but rough, a lot of things you don’t know even if you asked I wanna tell you all but I can’t. You’re too precious for that Trying to explain why your daughter is into rap. I’m like Guilt with a guilty conscience, emotional politics Wild in me, constantly pregnant with a rowdy problem Child in me. I wonder: if we switched places, changed The dial on me, would you rather be somebody else’s Mommy? Divorced probably, disown me, no apology Needed—I understand the reason. It’s the quality Of living and what you want for children. I’m not Giving it, but you’re the kind of love that never gives up [Hook: Jean Grae] I would give my life For you if you asked me to I would do just Anything for you, and the world If I could, I would give to you But I don’t have anything to give So I swear just to Live for you, live for you [Verse 3: Jean Grae] I promised I’m gonna buy you that house on the beach, a whole damn street And give you grandchildren, two maybe three Build you a studio and get you back to recording and singing Whenever you want, give you whatever you want. I know You miss the music too—you just put up a front But I can see it in your eyes, musical echo soul cries to be free Don’t you worry about me I’m gonna be all right. When I’m in darkness, you’re my light I just think different—like you taught me. The way you do Shine different, they all can see. I just wanna Tell you you’re loved, and anything that I can ever do for you Is never enough, it’s never enough It’s never enough [Hook: Jean Grae] I would give my life For you if you asked me to I would do just Anything for you, and the world If I could, I would give to you But I don’t have anything to give So I swear just to Live for you, live for you Crayon Ruins[Hook] We flew into the rainbow of the city's crayon ruins The colours splashed below us, glowing in the dark And losing meaning by the day I'm losing my head, but still giving my heart to you And oh, how beautiful it seemed from a distance With the moonlight glistening in awe Of the silence, and the stillness And the grace of it all [Verse 1] He said, "The sky's falling" Took my hand in his, started running for the hills Well not the literal hills In little heels I was taking little spills along the sidewalk People stumbling out of dive bars I said, "What are you running for, I was having a good time Weren't you having a good time baby? Won't you slow down and talk to me?" But he said, "We can't slow down now, we just gotta go, babe" We ran like we were floating on the waves of the concrete Up East Houston, past the Bureau and the Mercury I remember thinking, I'm glad I ordered no dessert for me Passed the gas station, reached the steps of the F Train Met change at the top of the stairs, I'm definitely Confused-face emoticon Then sighted a motorcade We weren't even focused on, slow fade into the sirens Climbing, creeping down Broadway Firemen lying on the corner of LaFayette Fire hazard signs, we were peeping all the doorways The environment of violence that appeared on the set Like we were touring at the Paramount lot Situation paramount, we turned and ran down the block And the air raids rang out People started running, and people started screaming And the guns started banging from the rooftops Bleeding civilians started to fall The millions in New York didn't stop to help at all And we ran, and we ducked, and weaved behind trucks As the storefronts in SoHo started to blow their windows Rejected impulses, we failed to save anyone And a stray car just missed us on the way to hit a building We were running past some neighbors passing them their children And oh, the city's getting gassed from below It's pouring down manholes, blowing, and Wrapping shirts around my face and screaming I said at sunrise, meet me back in Dumbo Looked in his eyes, kissed his lips with our guns low Tightened my sleeves around my neck and started bookin' Towards the bridge, headed to the planet of Brooklyn [Hook] We flew into the rainbow of the city's crayon ruins The colours splashed below us, glowing in the dark And losing meaning by the day I'm losing my head, but still giving my heart to you And oh, how beautiful it seemed from a distance With the moonlight glistening in awe Of the silence, and the stillness And the grace of it all Bridge[Hook - MeLa Machinko] See I can be the bridge that takes you home Or I can be he wind that makes you moan Depending how you treat me baby See I can be the beacon, brings you light Or I can be blacker, colder than midnight So how you gonna see me baby Now either you can go on and choose me Or baby you're gon' go on and lose me Cause I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be [Verse 1 - Jean Grae] If I could be blatant with, well, what I gotta say about you and I is What I gotta do to not see it Kevin Smith way You know, View Askew, babe Give it to me straighter than a hetero, I'll pay for petrol We can go riding through the metro (polis) Put it together because separate causes, misunderstanding, watch Metropolis That's like us, see together we marvelous Hard as the city of the concrete gardens Split it up, inserts the margins, you get confusion, the words lose purpose The mark and the target, the arc and the aim like a dart just miss position If I can explain the way we need to go and where we gonna go, I can do it just like this Listen I guess this is the infamous, "What is this really?" conversation Man I hate as a miss is this it's me bringing it up Predictable dating But you won't, I've been waiting I wouldn't bother, wouldn't have the patience It would be the aphid in the room, wasted breath, but I think you're amazing That being said... (dot, dot, dot) Love the way the bed rock non-stop Love the time we spend, chill, eat, shop Even iller the days we pretend we wanna be at our own spots But then you knock, knock, knock But yet still not confirming lock I need to know or else just get dropped Get canned, get blocked Got plans, or not? [Hook - Jean Grae] [Verse 2 - Jean Grae] The way you think is appealing I Like the feeling of thinking of you Like to know that you're thinking of me Like the feeling of being us, two Might reveal how I'm feeling too much Might be feeling the fear, we do rush Fight the feeling to flee, to lose us Type to reel in the scenes and lose trust Slice the dealings and leave, abuse lust Cuts and bruises, I see you lose love But you chose to redeem it, who does? Fuck the blues and the demons, choose one Human to humor cupid with some "cue in the music cupid shit" Come Lose the race in the shoes that you run Fuse the pace of the two into one [Hook - Jean Grae] Role Model (Freestyle)[Verse 1] Yeah loser, well if you're choosing to go against Jean You better assemble a squad that's better than the A-team With the green hulk and shit that pop shirts And a nigga with a shovel I can borrow when I drop the dirt No lord, she's gone berserk again The fucking pen was dripping blood and vision was fuzzy, Blurred and then she murdered them I flirt dirty visions mostly unheard from the mouths of women I guess I've just been blessed with a criminal intuition Spit with a girly voice and nerdy with prose And fully dressed so no one accidentally trips and says "Hold on a minute" I flow so deep that I fall in it Prolong words like penis and chokes that spin [?] I'm like trying to get free drugs, no credit So fuck the industry, album had no edits And fuck Prada, man, I'll [?] cause I'm broke And I'm sorry I gotta stay out of trouble, there's no HMO medic Ah forget it, I'll just get off the syllable letter Just fizzle like acid burning your flesh Until it's down to the gristle You listening now? Yeah, wow Well piss in your mouth wit your own dick Come on niggas, fidget around I'm about to get on everybody's last nerve Take half of your crowd, pimp them out Have them calling your house Nah, just fucking around Small time like I'm a bunch of horny niggas Circle jerking with your digits, ow! One for the ladies Two cops out for the hood niggas on rooftops Busting off shots with illegal 380's and drop Three for me so I can easily triple it Minus 8, double it, kick a mean 16 It's Jean, sorry if the intro was vague The surname is Grae, purpose of the words I say Just to get the chance to play And hurt the birds who don't deserve to stay in it So Black I'll smack you right in your cap So that your knee can grow Old nigga, figure it out It's clever, so let's sing it together Come on [Hook] You don't want it You don't really really want it You don't really... Block PartyJean Grae ft. Apani B - “Block Party” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Nasain Nahmeean (AKA Jean Grae)] [Additional Vocals: Apani B] [Intro: Conversation Between Apani B and Jean Grae] [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Listen. I don’t wanna Preach or come off bitter. This is a commentary auditory Editorial about the state of things, state of mind And state of being. What the fuck is going on? How the fuck We gonna make it out? It’s hectic, from asbestos-filled classrooms To the stench of death that’s still in New York—the air is thick With it, but it reaches further like the world murder rate Circulate, cultivate your mind and soul, your heart and your body So stagnant. Niggas, get off your block and travel Stop acting like your flesh is metal and your hood’s a magnet We need to globalize, further spread on this earth To appreciate the full value of individual worth To realize how ridiculous the thought of ownership is and protecting your turf It’s bullshit, man. That’s how we got colonized Missionaries create foreign schools and change the native way in thinking So, in ten years, we can have a foreign Columbine In some small village in the Amazon. Come on, man We’re better than that [Hook: Jean Grae] You need To get out your house, get off your block, and see something Go do something, go change something, or else We’ll fall for nothing. You need to travel the world And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl And your girl and your man and your man And your man. You understand? So spread the word [Verse 2: Jean Grae] It’s every Man for himself—that’s why the black community Is lacking in wealth—there’s no unity. We’d sooner be Chilling with rich white folk, and that means that we made it Let our kids go hungry before our wardrobe is outdated Rap careers are drug-related. Ballplayers, we need more lawyers More housing and jobs created—why we waiting for it to be given? We need to get up and get out and make our own living Instead of just making more inner-city children More doctors in your building, righteous cops next door. If the system’s Corrupt, then change it. Fought for the right to vote, don’t even use it Forget electoral winning. The way the world’s going, we’re in The ninth inning, heh, and we still aren’t up to bat Niggas is happy just to have the rights to sit on a bench Like, “Floor seats is alright,” and that’s as far as we reach Materialistic values, not morals—that’s what we teach I see it in the youth hungry for fame and money, not for knowledge And pursuit of the truth. Pick up a book or a newspaper Take a free class in politics or human behavior. We need To stop acting victimized. It’s like we’re day-walking blind Open your eyes. There’s a whole world out there [Hook: Jean Grae] You need To get out your house, get off your block, and see something Go do something, go change something, or else We’ll fall for nothing. You need to travel the world And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl And your girl and your man and your man And your man. You understand? So spread the word [Verse 3: Jean Grae] And you don’t Have to agree or just be happy, content to lose Your hunger, push further ‘cause I don’t believe that pipe dreams exist The world is what you make it, your life is all that you got So take it to the limit. Why would you deny your spirit Growth and happiness? And if your peoples hold you back They’re not your peoples at all. You know the misery cliché Ladies, know your worth. The way we’re giving it up, we might as well Auction ourselves on eBay to the lowest bidder. So what If his dough is better? Money doesn’t make the man. Maybe self- -sufficiency would better make you understand. Let’s get it together There’s so much promise and it’s just going to waste. We turn crude Lack of class, lack of taste, and, trust, they’re laughing at us It’s slow genocide, and I don’t care how many bottles Of Cristal you pop. It won’t un-expose you as a known pedophile Native child running wild to the edge of the Earth I’ll see y’all at that last hundred miles. Bet [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) You need To get out your house, get off your block, and see something Go do something, go change something, or else We’ll fall for nothing. You need to travel the world And when you come back, tell your girl and your girl and your girl And your girl and your man and your man And your man. You understand? So spread the word [Outro: Conversation Between Apani B and Jean Grae] What Would I DoJean Grae - “What Would I Do” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Mr. Len] [Intro: Jean Grae] Yo 1 for the beat (Uh!), 2 for the real (Alright) Cats who never doubted I was dropping the skill, for all My peoples in the NY and SA who blessed me The gas face to all those who still wanna test me (Word) 3 for the fans who already know the name (Who?) 4 smacks to all wack niggas in the game (Yes), 5, 6 7, 8, 9, 10 for the flows. Ayyo, Len Drop it to zero. This how the story goes (Come on): [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Drama So close to not completing the missing piece of the puzzle Quit again, in again, drop suit be following Swallowing pride like porn stars and money shots, I’m hitting Your blocks, spinning as heavy as SUVs doing 360’s, I’m Ready as ever, overdue like the rain in New York Sustained a steady fan base, but you still don’t know me Hold me in your highest regards, I’m your homie, I relate It’s personal, nothing fake. Read me—wait, I’d rather dictate it Relay it to you on a deeper level. Kick off Your shoes and light your L’s. Let’s talk and get to know each other better I’m Jean, honorable team player for years Emceeing on the low, in videos devoid of the hoes, fo’ sho’ It’s crunch time. I’m the one they sent to piss your label off They won’t fuck with me unless I’m parading, taking it off Nah, man. Executives con mans, this record is Too hot to get pushed back another minute, it would burn A set control. Well, admit it. You liked it when the first bar dropped In less than one second, she’s already spitting. I need y’all You want a change? Well, here it is: let’s stop Complaining, make it happen—everybody step up your game ‘Cause everybody’s stuck in park or reverse. Letting media Choose your path and rape you, market you less than you’re worth I was gonna throw the towel in, but, honestly, you cats deserve Some better music, plus, come on. What else would I be doing? Shit… [Hook: Jean Grae] (What, what, what would I do?) If, like my people, said, “I left it to you” (Tell me) (What, what, what would I do?) If I didn’t try a verse, if I didn’t rhyme (Tell me) (What, what, what would I do?) If I just hated and did nothing to change it (Tell me) (What, what, what would I do?) Hell no. That could never happen [Verse 2: Jean Grae] There’s so much Further to go. I feel like Mindy Cohen doing the One to Grow On Yeah, I’m old school—40’s and high tops, Triple Gooses And Travel Fox, Huaraches and Blow Pops. I’m down to earth But still dreaming. Peace to Skeme Team and all of my niggas On the come-up. Apani and Lyric, we gon’ take it there The rest of y’all just taking up space and you don’t even care It’s like you started eating Thanksgiving dinner without saying grace I whisper a prayer for you ‘cause you cats are lost and probably not gon’ Make it back. Fuck it. It’s more for me, I guess, so please Don’t stress it. The best is yet to come. This is just An introduction. I’m ‘bout to have niggas madder than Big titty girls who getting breast reductions. The purpose of My function is to smash, simply put: trash you until you cry “Uncle, mercy,” wander aimless in this concrete jungle and curse me There ain’t a need for verse three—I can feel it. That would Rob you of your manhood, and I’m not into stealing, so tell me… [Hook: Jean Grae] (What, what, what would I do?) If, like my people, said, “I left it to you” (Tell me) (What, what, what would I do?) If I didn’t try a verse, if I didn’t rhyme (Tell me) (What, what, what would I do?) If I just hated and did nothing to change it (Tell me) (What, what, what would I do?) Hell no. That could never happen [Outro: Jean Grae] Haha, yeah, man. And it’s only the beginning. Better choose sides now No DoubtJean Grae ft. Block McCloud - “No Doubt” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Nasain Nahmeean (AKA Jean Grae)] [Hook/Background Vocals: Block McCloud] [Intro: Jean Grae] I ain’t afraid to shine different. Come on [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame, I might Just gain the vision or just might be living in vain. See, in the game It’s fool’s gold and platinum thugs stacked with cash Drugs and women, bubbling crime, troubling time I stayed humble with mine, had drama for words Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine, but I’m illuminating Like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one They can’t see it yet though. Different like niggas saying Petrol for gas, English metric system, bringing on the past Just trying to reach y’all, no one’s at my arms’ length Wanna stay in the race but slowly running out of breath They all alike, can’t understand. Maybe it’s safest To play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix Repetitive flow, embedded in dough. I run the risk of pissing Everybody off, but I don’t care if you know [Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud] Yo, I’m on The line like white china, table Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt Fuck real. I’m right. Told you The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right Told you the last time—things ain’t different Say it, bring it. I’m on now [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Quit for good too many times—shit, maybe I should But it won’t prevent rejection reappearing in life I even lay the toughest down for you, paint the ground floor Pain for you only so that you feel me write (Alright). They hear me Tight from the ills perhaps, but not a lot of scenes Like movie stills of fleeing from fiends and caps. I had Thrills in hospitals, couple of hot chases Romance with Jacks (Uh huh), Jills in dirty places (Uh huh) No jail cell been filled and no court cases, but Committed murder of flesh, two of my own faces At best, I’m a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat Younger sibling of two, family dysfunctional Problem with being on time, hardly ever punctual Punch-clocks give me the runs—it’s not in my blood, akhi Y’all flashing guns at me. Time to go let it be [Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud] Yo, I’m on The line like white china, table Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt Fuck real. I’m right. Told you The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right Told you the last time—things ain’t different Say it, bring it. I’m on now [Verse 3: Jean Grae] See, I got these Bill-collectors practically at the door chilling I can’t explain to Visa how I’m trying to stack a million Hustle on the side for chump change, it’s not big-time I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me And if they write, they still print—I’m trying to do calligraphy All real, sit up just all night, just thinking it’s All wrong, won’t sleep ‘til everything’s alright I made brush fire noise, I need four-alarm 3 AM on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on Blaze now. Your days phase out like old sitcoms Trying to save the show by putting new fucking kids on Love me or not, respect it for what it’s worth. I’m like A bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot Undiscovered lines like connecting the dots. It’s gonna happen Sooner or later. Fuck rapping. Just getting air [Hook: Jean Grae with Background Vocals by Block McCloud] Yo, I’m on The line like white china, table Lay it all out for this shit, nigga, no doubt Fuck real. I’m right. Told you The last time, man. Fuck y’all, say it Bring it, lay it all out for this shit, nigga No doubt. Fuck real. I’m right Told you the last time—things ain’t different Say it, bring it. I’m on now A Little Story[Intro] Here's a little story that must be told Here's a little story that must be told [Verse] The story of a young girl Praying for those who chose her to notice This golden child entitled the holy grail drinker For sure a soldier trooper Maneuver through your crew and noticed only overseas And quoted like a [?] maneuver Picture different, my vision position to capture moments And living it only dreaming children are pretty to know And Jean holding zero cold dinero is the current state I'm exposing the lack of folding and limos and empty plates It's all fucked up, writing across the wall, sucker My thoughts are trapped in ink and imagining them being wrapped in mink But life is routed on roads with broken glass And potholes and shit I'm running barefoot on the same street you drive your Rolls in Luxury gangsta whips and cliques and women Liquor-driven strippers Chilling in your coke-infested place of living I got a stoage and a match, a dream of toking some tracks [?] cash, so why should niggas listen? I throwback like Kodak clips That means I go back to old hits And re-take prints with new spit Then throw that, too yo rap You know that trick, whoa With that ho? I mean that shit, yo Suppose you only used to chicks Who use they tits to boost sales And boot males who switch the crew they with but really fails Cause rap fans are finicky, your approach is gimmicky So your turn's over fast, like a young man's virginity Ms. Grae, the unknown vet, destined to stardom Reaching higher up than Harlem is to L.E.S. Puerto Ricans You're blowing smoke and shooting dope And speaking nothing Niggas is tripping, video bitches are making a killing Little girls thinking they're grown women in bra tops But will it matter soon when the bomb drops, it all stops We're thinking ghetto warfare, you should be thinking bigger Money, bitches, and houses, they're still calling you a nigga This is the mind of a visionary Imprisoned in matrimony with rapping in shackled To stacks of tracks and [?] Black like ya homie selling crack in the back of an alley You know me in fact I'm the shadow behind you creeping slowly Smoking dro, analyzing ambition While I'm fantasizing, planning trips of tanning on islands with [?], Up and down [?] magazine Poster child for [?] scholars, spittin' kerosene find me Maybe finally in colleges with adolescent scholars PlayStation's for twenty kids making a hundred dollars Maybe chilling in Hollis with [?] wallets open Splitting change for dutches for rolling Munchies for after smoking The intro, for y'all who ain't know The first is J-E-N The second's G-R, then the letter of every first plan Next, the last to the end of this verse, I'm hoping your spelling it works Cause it's the end of the verse Hahahhahha Chapter One: Destiny[Intro] We begin our story in L.A Our player's on a mission: a mission of revenge In a small town, a fire breaks out Shots pierce the air, and a massive killing spree begins Is this just a random act of senseless violence Or is this story deeper? Is there a reason behind these psychotic actions? Welcome to the mind of a contract assassin Whose time has just run out And whose fate will be decided, by you, the listener [Verse 1] Running like a bat out of Hell with blind fury Hundred-yard dash, smoking mirrors, eyes blurry Hit the porch bleeding red, seven dead Two in the trunk in the back Scanning through the goggles for the Cadillac, left it running Swiveled my body to the sound of shots, cocked back And let them fly, bullets screaming, left leg bleeding heavy Ducking the sounds of the Chevy that pulled up to the lawn Breathing heavy from the smoke [?] Jump in the passenger side and hit the pedal, dash blown Cash littered the ride, I'm half-gone Leather is hot from sittin' in the sun The chrome burning my leg The wound sewn breakin', puddles of red Screeching out, rubber smoking, I'm ghost, the wheel broken The door is half-open, my lung's, air chokin' Sick the chase kicks this way I'm headed to a small town, just outside the city walls of L.A [Hook] Destiny ridin', just a matter of time And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies Motels and lobbies, going to hell find me I'll be inside the arms of fate hiding Can't run from nothing, I'll just keep fucking Search and kill, ducking 'til they're all gone Got to do something, can't just keep running I swear to God I won't stop the song [Verse 2] This road driving got me bugging got me seeing vision This company dealing got me killing children and women, holy God forgive me Now I'm headed to save the very seeds of life The fathers hands of time Supposedly outliving my husband and kids They caught him in a Krispy Kreme on the fly For leaving the company without a reason why They said they'd relocate me to Hell, put my mama in jail I fuck around and leave them all to Satan making a bail Associate's supposed to get me guns but he switched Found him bloody on a windy Sunday, deep in a ditch I travel from motel to motel, steal whips and kill And cover tracks, laughing, pull off quick Dump the Caddy for a black Impala Slit the neck of a collar or a priest And then a deacon and then I sped off east Reach a rest stop, made out with the cook Snapped his neck, took the truck and bounced and nobody looked [Hook] Destiny ridin', just a matter of time And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies Motels and lobbies, going to hell find me I'll be inside the arms of fate hiding Can't run from nothing, I'll just keep fucking Search and kill, ducking 'til they're all gone Got to do something, can't just keep running I swear to God I won't stop the song Destiny ridin', just a matter of time And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies Motels and lobbies, going to hell find me I'll be inside the arms of fate hiding Can't run from nothing, I'll just keep fucking Search and kill, ducking 'til they're all gone Got to do something, can't just keep running I swear to God I won't stop the song [Verse 3] Sitting in this car sniffing coke on a dash Tinted windows, Isaac Hayes blast, mind a million miles a second Clothes wrecked hands bloody, brains on the seat Range and Honda and a Dodge Viper parked next to me The motion sensor lights dimmed well The stove lit, twelve butts, three lines, and one L Contemplating suicide, the drugs got me wildin' Complicated of the thoughts, the tears are flying I'm thinking rush the door finally found the kidnappers thinking Wait 'til 4 then bust in and start clapping Should I go? Should I stay? Should I wild? Should I wait? [Outro] If you choose to rush out the door now, please choose track #7 If you choose to wait in the car and think of a plan until 4:00, please choose track #3 Fade OutJean Grae - “Fadeout” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Koichiro] [Sample (Melody): Keiko Matsui - “To the Indian Sea” (3:20)] [Intro: Jean Grae] Someday, I’ll see you, be with you again Can’t believe how I miss you, I’m there ‘til the end [Verse: Jean Grae] Demetrius, I had To say something. My brain is stained with you I don’t even think I can explain how much I miss you Your tears frame the page, my faith is outlined in chalk The other day, I freaked out on the street—someone walked like you walked. It took A second not to think it was you, then everything crashed down I don’t understand how God picks who he’s gonna snatch out Before you hit the ground, I hope you passed out. I wish I could Run up in Heaven with gats, find you, and blast us out I can’t find your brother, I heard he’s with your grandmother I spent two weeks on 411, trying to find the phone number I didn’t go to your wake, got the call too late And after I found out, I spent a month in my room and never opened the drapes I didn’t get to say goodbye. It’s not fair I hope you had fun in Miami, it seemed like you were meant to be there My family talked about you often, I can’t think of you in a coffin Pardon the random thoughts. When I speak of you, I get Lost in memories. The intensity of losing you is like A thousand degrees in the desert with no sight of water or trees I dream of an oasis, seen you in a hundred faces Hear you in music, think you’re partying in different places Like your favorite, I guess. Sometimes, it snows in April Your fate will never be forgiven, I’m cursing every religion My heart is always with you, and anyone that I love will have to know A part of me can’t go to them ‘cause it’s above. I miss you Code Red[Verse 1: Jean Grae] See every life brings a moment of intense hatred Body inseminated with foul thoughts and drained patience Most likely waited out, [?] Chasing the cloud before you start thinking of Lacing a crowd of people with a round of bullets flying free Visioning bodies dying in threes Temperature dropping from 98.6 degrees And their souls leaving their bodily shell Well, probably do well to flee the scene Before the cops arrive and shoot you up until you rotting in Hell I'm saying, I know that most of y'all relating Even hatred flashbacks, are subsequently losing it Niggas without guns are those who used to using it With index fingers locked in trigger-pulling positions No matter which category you fit in, listen It's a dark day, cluttered thoughts like crowds on Eastern parkways Try to calm your heart with spears [?] Your girl cheated on you with your cousin Or she tells you that she's eating for two, and then you find out that she really wasn't Your man hit on your mom, your dad dislocated your arm For fighting with him when he knew he was wrong Your boss fired you, the week before the rent is due Your wife lied to you Your husband caught him with a guy or two, you're trying to Just not invoke the spirit of Satan into your hands Do something you might regret, cause something has gotta let This demon is creeping up to the surface of your brain Working overtime to plan escapes from running from your murder route It's nervous, I've heard it before, cause I've been there Balanced on a thin line ready to topple at any time or anywhere Anytime, anywhere Anytime, anywhere [Hook] Cause love... So difficult to live it up, just give it up Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss You see cause love is based on trust And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck [Verse 2: Jean Grae] I can hear voices screaming of angels and devils schemin' To crawl up my shoulders and just duke it out Throw it up, puke it out The pit of my stomach is bleeding The shit that I'm thinking is turning me green And I'm losing it quick, confusin' random people Walking with niggas that I wanna get back The slack of my stride is heart boppin' My feet knocking on pavement like I'm cracking it in fours My mental math is way off course Columbus style, my dental work is fake out smiles Hatin' myself for fading into the pit of the blackness No anger management course can even switch a track of Thinking I'm sinking in deeper, meetin' the reaper, chillin' Sippin' shots of tequila, while he's kickin' it to women, where's the ether [Verse 3: Black McCloud] Breathe the sulfur, the brimstone Fear and suffering alone I [?] and comfort me like Jim Jones Recruiting clones and cliques and clans The pick of the litter, the follow the leader, then sinking in quicksand With no particular plan, I'm just slick with a sinister scam Politicking, promising to deliver the land 'Til they kissing the ring on the hand of the king The gospel, spreading like a venomous thing 'Til my name in the tenements ring, generous with nothing Greedy with the riches, for all the times I got Beat in this business, cheating on bitches Feeding the sickness, like a cancer eating at your skin Leaving you tit-less, witless, only Jehovah would witness Satan is grinning cause he's winning, loving the hatred In this age where nothing is sacred We covet thy neighbor's wives, under the covers They mothers lie naked with they daughter's baby's fathers In the wake of modern day harvest Cities burn like Sodom and Gomorrah The concurrent nightmares might occur again Anytime, anywhere Anytime, anywhere Anytime, anywhere [Hook] Cause love... So difficult to live it up, just give it up Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss You see cause love is based on trust And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck [Verse 4: Pumpkinhead] We interchange with gases that you breathing and dying The heat of the night, the streets are bright With heat seekers in flight Them patriot missiles that whistle and streak through the skies People fight for their right to kiss their freedom goodbye I don't love her, but I keep it inside and Never speak of the times I cheated I just beat her and leave her believing the lies I'm trying to stop the leak in my eye I cry for the weak who have pride But won't see a piece of the pie Who forfeit them to the system and let it eat them alive Listen my mission is to sufficiently try Not to lose a piece of my mind And change to a deranged piece of a guy And take aim at the ones that chain us by the feet And leave us die And told us the evilest lie To the people that fed them drugs in needles to get high Conspiracy theory is clear to me But when I speak, my people don't hear me, I'm getting followed by M.I.B Constantly fearing retaliation for my revelation I find myself panicking in a train station My nation is racist, I hate this I'm anxious to take this nickle plated shit And blast my way out of a matrix This world of fakeness is faceless, face it Every life has its moment of intense hatred [Hook] Cause love... So difficult to live it up, just give it up Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss You see cause love is based on trust And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck So Glad It’s OverOoh lord, you're you're such a fucking baby How the fuck do I forget that shit every time? It's my fault Maybe I should set an alarm, I mean damn Even so much more lately and every time I'm still shocked and appalled like Maybe Jean you should recall how this nigga lane be And every time you try to make things right he burns it down to the ground Don't turn around You such a fucking victim, ain't ya That kinda thing is just your nature Well I kinda hate ya, oh I loved you baby but that don't make me wrong How many damn apologies can one man want? You run then walk right back to guilty threads I won't You must be fucking crazy To think I wanna stay in a loss I tried to let you get your player shit off But let's be real, you never really understood how to feel Can I get a witness? I bet I could, so many bitches And if everybody had a bit of you in 'em man they would be assholes Bitter women, definitive feminists, giving this nigga the pass though Remember that Jean is the enemy You fill in the memory with an epiphany That was a phony epiphany What are you kidding? We been in the moment again and again I'm living no more I made the decision to kick in the bucket and clicked the phone call Off, boss, stick to being the victim most of time Post up your lines, blah blah blah blah, instagram Quit your damn crying Bitch you a damn lie Bitch you a damn lie Give It Up[Verse 1] See I was born in a zephyr, bitch West wind terrorist Archangel, left wing clipped off by the seraphims Right wing sickened when the lightning struck it So I flew against the sun until it lightened me from it I'm unlikely to covet what you hype from your gullet I'm more the type to re-dub it Yours is trifling rubbish So under this game my name should have a hyphen above it When I break, push its hymen all the way to its stomach Insane hard drive as if the AKA's Lacey And the track was [?] And the rap is a magnum Or the rap is a handgun and the track is Thelma The AKA is Louise and then I'm back with [?] Gatling spitter, eat you cats for dinner Like I'm Jean Yun-fat Cooking rice in the back Still, uh, deciphering that? Killer, a Ku Klux blue blood Filling their wardrobes until their shoes flood with loose guts Ruthless as those people DeVito was with You sluts take it off, I've been dressed ever since Blessing this canvas better than priests in a sketching class Sipping on holy water, dipping in watercolors Gracious Grae, thicker than Tom Selleck's facial hair [?]Late John Ritter or Tom Splitter Wait there, Jean'll remake you like Cape Fear I'll take a creampie and rub it 'til your face smeared My sense of humor's intense, the cure would be death But I'm the sixth sense so, death isn't sure yet (Hey! Don't give 'em no more!) What you stopping me for? (These niggas ain't ready for Greasy just to lay down the law for sure!) [Hook] I run through your hood with my middle finger up I'm that good, that sure Nigga, yeah, what? I'm that ill, that girl, man, give it up (She's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad) I run through your hood with my middle finger up I'm that good, that sure Nigga, yeah, what? I'm that ill, that girl, man, give it up (She's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad) [Outro] Hahahahha hahaha ahhah ahhahh I'm so bad, ooh shit I'm so bad in shit it hurts, ahah It hurts to be this way, ooh ooh god damn Ooh bitch get of my building God’s GiftJean Grae - “God’s Gift” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Masta Ace] [Scratches: Mr. Len] [Intro: Jean Grae] It’s alright. You can get mad. You knew the deal from the get-go. If it’s not you, it’s another bitch. It’s all good. Whatever. Day to day. Bitch to bitch. That’s how we live. Player. What? [Verse 1: Jean Grae] I’m the reason y’all breathe, the reason y’all been here from conception Reason y’all believe in deception and faithfulness I’ll make your destiny and fate twist And when I stop coming around, it’s hatefulness I paint bliss when you with me, have you crying you miss me Lying to your friends that you dissed me. I’m your world Kiss me and the globe turns, sun rise and moon shine Ocean tides shift in just the blink of an eye Game transcends time when I spend with you Spit out incredible bull, lies are exceptional. Think you My prime-time whiz, that I care about your kids The truth this? I don’t give a fuck as long as you is Hit it up until it’s raw, no protection—what for? I know You’re not chicken, only call on me when you fiending for it Only fuck top-notch bitches, dime pieces if they’re Dirt-broke or got riches, single or rock-reachers I’m who you call your man, who you call your fam Who you call late night in a jam, 4:30AM Bawling to me. I’m just plain balling, you see Being with one bitch is boring to me. I say Variety is the fruit of life. It’s not my fault that every woman Is the foolish type, and, after me, you cop An attitude, you ruthless dyke. You fell for it, let The dick call it. Niggas, if you with me, you’re killing ‘em like… [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) “Dumb bitch!” “Play your position!” “Dumb bitch” “Play your position!” [Verse 2: Jean Grae] See this style? Didn’t even use game to get you You know you been open wide off me since the day I met you Never let go of me. When we’re fucking, you love me When we’re in the streets, these motherfucking bitches touch me I think it’s funny you call me your honey. I call you when I’m feeling horny. You say: when I’m not around, your pussy Feeling lonely. I told you, “Never let a bitch own me” Still, you buy me shit: iceberg, Sony, Hitachi And Motorola, Dreamcast, and four controllers Trip to Atlantic City like we’re some high rollers Think you’re gonna lock it down, even write me letters Every time you’re out of town—don’t even read ‘em What the fuck I need a wife for? I lead the life of a free man Told you I was a player since the first hand Been dealt. You want me to meet your family?!? Well, I got Some news for ‘em: if you got sisters, put the move on ‘em Let loose too on ‘em, loose screw on ‘em Mom’s too—even better, get her upon you And your dad know the deal—he’s a nigga. I’m saying the older You get, the better you get at playing—for real [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) “Dumb bitch!” “Play your position!” “Dumb bitch” “Play your position!” [Verse 3: Jean Grae] I’ve had ‘em all, from the whores to good girls galore Twins to wheelchair bitches, freaks to married hoes turned frigid Classy models to pigeons. You’re not special ‘Cause you went across with feelings on another level Another day, another hustle—you’re no different I’m not the daddy for your children. Tell me You’re separated, divorce pending. Listen, the only position You fill with pussy, you’re in. I’ll never spend a dime On you, and my time’s precious. You’re whining on the jack About lack of respect for women. What if my daughter was To grow up, meet a villain like me? You’re bugging—I ain’t got No children. If I did, I’d teach ‘em better than you’ve been Your self-esteem is all fucked, must’ve been busted when Growing up ‘cause pretty bitches know enough And now you’re mad, blowing up. Whatever. Listen I gotta bounce. Your best friend’s on the way to my house [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Len] (x4) “Dumb bitch!” “Play your position!” “Dumb bitch” “Play your position!” 2-32's[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Most of this here is just braggadocio Emphatically spoke, impeccable rap flow Second to that, wordplay akin to watching a verb Hitting a piñata on the eve of its birthday Uncommon like Erykah Phenomenon! Hysteria! Hype, rocks millennium Sade criteria Fuck the hearsay, please Jean's superior Y'all yellow the same color of your bladder's interiors You bore me to pieces, you feces mouth And, yes, it's still shit if I mispronounce it bitch How could it be doubted The beast mounted the pen We're unsurmountable like you being surrounded by a ten man army in Afghanistan tents With a caravan of Carolina and New York feds Bless me with a holy 40 bottle from your corner stop and Bet all your model entourage that we can get you popping I'll deliver your liver on a plate with a slither of your shivering date There's no mercy here put on your worsest gear Your fucking with the word career Assassin who just gave the job to murk ye onto Daily Planet I raise havoc, like giving Mobb Deep a booster chair Stupid, I'm uncouth and in the booth I'm rare Name Northern Lights Pimp game, Dolemite Spleens on assorted recordings I'm giving all the mics Slaughtering them like cattle, hoarding the words And then cornering them leaving just the ring it's absurd I murder just for the fun of the sound of bodies falling I'm eccentric I don't need white coats calling It's just dementia, come on, quit your bawling You'll only make Jean just slit your paws in And then there's bloody parts and Jean's starts to saw and It'll be ridiculous You're strawberry licorice All over my kicks Mom mourning Snap! Picture this [Verse 2: Daily Planet] For the record Imma keep spitting Game booking And leave the game looking Like a shepherd with its sheep missing I know you seen Dai' On a lean Spray your team Tres schemes[?] In Inglés wtih Jean Grae Raising Cane phrasing slang cause shit is foul In this flagrant game I'm O-fficial Lingual assaults mangle Wings on the archangel The Grim Reaper's cane got my face and name So I readily phrase spoke[?] And repping respray hope and I'm steadily paid til heavenly gates open Rhyme's musical, I'm fluent through Spitting lyrics your spirit is congruent to Nigga, I been rapping I handle that 'long as I got a ten track and a camel pack I paid my dues Never half step Used to stomp niggas down just to raise my shoes Obey my rules or face consequence from lower lower 3rd, the 8th continent Come one come all the track is strong I'm talking Clark with no glasses on cats is wrong Waiting on a rebel when there's factions armed Y'all niggas playing on a level that I practice on I'm willing to off these my aura's still in recital Of killing them softly like Lauryn Hill with a silencer So drilling your softies [?????????????????????] Revealing your flaw, chilling, while peeling your top Please! High[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Claiming the city is mine, prettiest dime I don’t like the way that people defending Kelly in public Why it’s spoken on the verse? Quote it, a similar intro Who’s gonna get it? Distant, feeling this glamour, tatted Below the shoulders spelling, “Jean Grae.” Inside Picket fences and larger houses, them fuckers imitating My life of living is a constant struggle, juggled With empty hands, troubled and worried about the future plans Hoping God’s looking out of high windows. Keep Climbing, keep falling back, sip a little Cognac Hating many, holding pennies inside of the wallet instead Of dollars—holler if you feel it. The quest for dollar, sour Green and achievement, bleed until my final hour, believe it This hunger never quits, it only grows deeper Get high, try to get my burn on like a ton of reefer I’m a fiend, state of my mind is all green [Verse 2: Jean Grae] You don’t Even respect the history or bother to notice, street and The feds is red enough, somebody’s child is laying dead But fuck it, we use it in a single Most of you using less, bars and more hooks Jiggling titties, sell a song and crooks And criminals in Entourage, and nobody’s wrong—come off it I’ve seen a puff and plenty. In case your face is friendly Could never kill, I’m ruthless only for the mic. Defend me? Never. You could keep your cases for shit. I’m chasing this Dream, running a thousand feet in the sand, envisioning cream Replacing rock, hitting brick walls, door shut Take my picture, blow it up, post it on construction promo Fighting it solo, companies shook to rock the boat Alone in it, praying like Charlie for golden tickets I’m sick of women diminished by bitches claiming they kick it, Written strictly from the heart, skin will never be seen Not for green [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Niggas dying in troves Higher than kites, blood on their flyest clothes Lying hoes, reppin' women stripping, neglecting their children Deconstructing education as quick as they could be gaining Elevation, but it’s always easy to dumb it. You want it? You got it, a nation of instant gratification, either Microwaving or speeding ‘cause some fast cars are backed up And scheming to reach in, American dreaming is catching up I mean, you’re walking home and might get hit by a sniper Life is always unappreciated, especially us It could be genocide for certain unless we straighten it up Awake and take control and be the colors we blush. Creation Never meant to only get as far as a bus. Forsaken All the splendor rendered us blind, thinking the world on recline Watch Green Mile to open my mind and take me Other places with Michael Duncan and Tom—you gotta feel me Too much of something’s never good, keep it only for Nights, so in my dreams, state of mind’s all green Breathe Easy[Refrain] One, two, three Breathe easy One, two, three Breathe easy One, two, three Breathe easy Out of breath and you haven't even heard me spit [Verse 1] Welcome to the Rap Olympics Jean Grae the gold medalist Dirty like old gymnastic coaches prone to pedophilia Rap stamina longer than European professional pedalists I bench press verbs, phrases and predicates Make you run the track backwards Like dyslexic hundred-yard dashes Or treadmills that work in reverse I'm the total package Flow six pack Syllables flip back Dominique Dawes Flawless triple somersaults in the mat 10.0 man head to toe Line for line I'll rip you in the Strong Man comp limb from limb Stick you with sharp-witted Spit that's targeted like javelin throws Pass these chicks like water and I'm the breaststroke Collapse your chest and throat with final distances This is a warning for anyone thinking of verbal brawling I will kill you Maybe just hit you with the lead pipe Come on, y'all Brian Boitano I'm all Tanya Harding, bitch please I crunch comp like tummies and ab flexes Smash egos to bits at once with the size of Texas Push down chicks with push-ups and tits in their neck To distract you from the fact that even Their ghostwriters are wack Smack you with your own hand, make you apologize Rhymes are more brolic than teams of Yugoslavic women Now that's gully, you just silly Like Monopoly money paid by the Russians to rob the French judges Kill me like Jason Williams claimed the chauffeur did Go for the toast I choke you with smoke and fire spit Boast cause I'm nicer with the mouthpiece than the whole Team Liberty You're confused like Ski-fest barbecues Ice grilling me Shit I'm straight sick, you straight bitch Only way you'll come first with your dick in your fists Can't even get bronze, you could maybe get fifth If you couple your score of nothing With the number of digits Imma scar your face with High-jump your gas dome My words pole vault while yours stay at low levels with asphalt, Asshole I'm your new personal trainer, it's Jean Get niggas' heads bouncing harder than Greg Louganis, obscene About to change your whole perspective of rap How many times you think you're gonna play this shit back [Refrain] One, two, three Breathe easy One, two, three Breathe easy One, two, three Breathe easy Out of breath and you haven't even heard me spit Underneathu[Verse 1] Place me in between your lips and I'll become a thousand roses Lay me on your fingertips and I'll turn lace and clouds laid over Make me wanna take days off work You know we can Make me wanna take off this skirt You know that I'm so enamored with you, baby You could make a girl wanna stay home and just have some babies [Pre-Chorus] We can slow it down if I'm moving too fast, I just wanna be— [Chorus] Underneath you Underneath you Underneath you Underneath [Verse 2] Can you hear it? That's the sound of me Falling for you But don't you see me, baby? That's the look of me crawling on my knees Begging please to be under— [Chorus] Yeah, yeah Underneath you Underneath you [Verse 3] Yeah Y— Place me underneath your hips and I'll become a million oceans Play with me between slow licks and I'll turn face then bow me over Yeah, yeah, yeah Make wanna tell (All) my friends (You know I can't, you know I can't) (Why? (Why?)) Shit—not if them bitches ain't paying my (Rent) Can't know my man [Interlude] Do you like that, baby? Wanna slow it down? You sure? Are you sure? Alright [Pre-Chorus] We can slow it down if we're moving too fast I just wanna be— [Chorus] Underneath you Underneath you Not Like Me[Intro] One dollar, not two dollar tips at open bar Keep it that way There's nothing wrong with partying Get your drink on Oh, who's that? Oh that's your girl? You with her? She look like everybody else in here [Hook] C'mon They're not like me (That's a shame) Baby bet you know they're not like me And everywhere you go it's not easy Just to come across a girl like Jean, oh no C'mon it's not likely And everywhere you go they're not like me (So what's up?) And baby bet you know it's not easy (Uh huh) Just to come across a girl like Jean Oh no [Verse 1] Pardon my composure Saw you, had to approach you, move closer Confidence all courtesy of the mimosas Framed perfect Like a picture with the sharpest image From the lips of a cherub, cherry red Henny breath, let me guess Queens, is ya? See Jean can read by the lean And the tilt of the cap and your drink, I'll refill that I need some good conversation, love These hoodrats be making up the game Plus they ain't even fully developed, I'm sayin' See we could start a challenge Of balancing most delicate matters Involving plans, including satin and carriages... Wait, too far Maybe we could shoot a little hoop Or just chill on my stoop I don't like a lot of hoopla Me and you, sedude deuces and spiked juices Some stoges, some backwards-rolled backwood in Cubans, that good? So write your name, old school, pen on the back Now what's a good time tomorrow? I don't stall Holla back [Hook] C'mon They're not like me (That's a shame) Baby bet you know they're not like me And everywhere you go it's not easy Just to come across a girl like Jean, oh no C'mon it's not likely And everywhere you go they're not like me (So what's up?) And baby bet you know it's not easy (Uh huh) Just to come across a girl like Jean Oh no [Verse 2] You see I walk up different on 'em Talk slang often Bought dinner at dutch While most women do the wallet clutch Never ask the whip question Make jokes interesting Wear more clothes and let their eyes do the undressing A little sarcasm, bar savage, tar addict Argue about Reasonable Doubt and Illmatic Car traffic eyein' We can walk in summer laughing Cry when they giggle Split sides and curse The magic that's in between us boy Jean a fiend for the love-feeling We crush dream and after lush green And the sun shinin' and enough beach for a lifetime And you're just mine Pop in that Hathaway Wonder and Gaye and rewind Play a little chess strip I read a lot Beam you a little sixteen of something I cook well Sip on drinks and just chill I'm malt liquor and M.O.P., Tell me what you feel [Hook] C'mon They're not like me (That's a shame) Baby bet you know they're not like me And everywhere you go it's not easy Just to come across a girl like Jean, oh no C'mon it's not likely And everywhere you go they're not like me (So what's up?) And baby bet you know it's not easy (Uh huh) Just to come across a girl like Jean Oh no [Verse 3] See we could be for life, even For nights breathing heavy and steaming From polite greetings to late-at-night face-smashing Taste passion and race place baggage My faith asking to place faith back in and maybe marriage I hate slackers Jean love to chill and lay out Sometimes stay out We'll find an open bar I'm not impressed by payouts So star, display out your cards We can splay out on the top of cars And pick the constellations While playing the best of the Bards You're making me nod agreeing Patience is all I'm needing Face it, I'm not your average girl Or just close to it even Most original Entranced by your physical plans I've got a lot, but we could chill That's all I ask You down? Football Season Is OverBy the time you read this I'll finally find my peace After I finally find my piece that I hide under the sheets The beast is all on me, the beast and its army, breathing on me Leaning on me, keeping me feeling like I got a precinct on me Told me that I wasn't necessary Preceded to scold me like I was in Secretary "Leave me alone" I pleaded, I'm on to Tommy and Larry "I'm feeding my people at home, please do not come near me" But I know the debtor, company's policy, honestly Totally got the false sense of camaraderie See I was adept at keeping my family from the scope of things When I was scoping things, when I was choking necks When I was stabbing necks and put them in acid baths and jet When I would rope them even in open views of bassinets Stole rings when I passed checks I opened things in vaults you couldn't imagine yet Top level employee, live in the foyer Because I'm always called in for not doing it your way Always meeting Philip the divorcee in the hallway Drinking up the coffee, yelled at for horseplay I'd always get the job done, with the cops - none But with the fucking cop's gun if I have to, with the fucking cap gun Vince Vaughn in the backroom, but you'd actually catch one When I'd pull the magnum from its back-strap, remember that one? Assassin number 1 when the factory started We called it the factory manufacturing action artists Caught me when I was heartless for humanity Had started replacing missiles in the parked car batteries Initially I was pleasing them in car parks And using the spare car parts to carve darts to use randomly On the common man, like the dude standing on the corner A bomb with his hand in his goose with his family Hero became a villain, filling the blanks, I'm feeling I'm Hilary Banks on the evening of Trevor's death Little acclaim given, shitty disdain spilled in The killings I rank better believe was nowhere left Said I was reckless, this was offensive I did my best for them, more than a check list The work got done, calendar filled with x's Left New York, worked at the headquarters in Texas Got a husband, home, babies, I'm making breakfast Sending them to school with boxes of raisins and shit to profess This with labors of love and my babies hug me every morning Bursting in my room with little construction paper drawings Left the house - to the building Every day the double life brought fulfillment Elevated to the basement where I checked in To the locker room to get fitted with weapons Every business trip I took relentless Every school play I had perfect attendance Had a balance as much as my Hannibal character let me Dexter would have envied the temper I kept in me They crept at night, they checked the lights They broke the lock, they climbed the stairs, they left me just to fight They took the only thing I ever cared in life So now with nothing left, I want my chest alight Goodbye Watch Me[Verse 1] Ok, guess I gotta go back to basics, like I’m back wearing Asics That my mama bought me, I'm glad that my mama taught me How to be a stronger person, when the time was urgent I got the dirt up off me like a box of Tide detergent Just watch me, niggas watch me now Better watch out the mouth is more proper niggas spladow A splash on you is a Tom Hanks and Daryl Hannah Was just implanted in my memory banks, Atlanta Up to Canada then back home to South Africa Thanks for widening the buzz diameter Cause, let's do damage, competition meet your challenger Losses zero and I still floss with no dinero Apparel stay crisp though, kicks to pimp The mixed chick with the equivalent of sulfuric spit The hung juries split the tongues fury is guilty But I'm just too cute to be considered this filthy Industry can't milk me, They mad that they ain’t built me (God dammit) my stamina’s at the status of can't kill me A catastrophic cat on any topic I'm toxic like Whitney and Bobby's blood, stop it [Hook] We all came in this life with one mission And I plan to grind till mine kicks in, watch me Can't stop me, or hold me back, nor pop me, now hold me fresh That’s not probably, the best lie I sold you that Silly J then the G nigga spray like a mack milly Back up off me, before you get slapped Will she back out? Ever put the mic down? Never, watch me [Verse 2] It goes one for the beat (c’mon) Two for the real (what) Cats had never slept on the fact that Jean was ill Lend me your eardrums friends A couple spins in your Hummer Benz Circle round your hood till it’s bubbling (I told y'all,damn) Triple fat Bubblegoose as Jean's been Trouble ever since the blackboards got useless Truth is, school was just another tool to learn the vocab To approach the world better, peers shuttering coach bags Get the fuck on with that girl I roast your asses like Friar’s Club toasters get most embarrassed Fuck your four lashes Jean'll rock some phony glasses and just stunt like they glowing with carrots So what bastards, I don't roll with amateurs, niggas or vets Like in our spare time we can’t put pets in And ah yes, I'm marvelous thanks for asking So smashing about to get talked about like the Passions coming attractions [Hook] We all came in this life with one mission And I plan to grind till mine kicks in, watch me Can't stop me, or hold me back, nor pop me, now hold me fresh That’s not probably, the best lie I sold you that Silly J then the G nigga spray like a mack milly Back up off me, before you get slapped Will she back out? Ever put the mic down? Never, watch me [Verse 3] Get your life straight (man), I'm not a lightweight (and) I'm not referring to the pounds on the 5’8” Structure please watch me, rupture these clique circles Bully's burst like a muscle yanking on a heavy pulley First, ones called cooly used to be as unruly as son dooby in a porn movie with four whore groupies Maybe that's reaching, I was a fast heathen Couldn't catch me like I’m Tootie on them skates back in East land, I'm a derailed train, a females pain Giving birth while the head nurse gives her husband brain I'm worser than curse words written in cursors I'm Dear John letters held them palms a sweating You Gerber babies garble on, Jean’s grown folk But I’ll still throw a stick in your bike spokes, for choke dick It’s time to get these keys and blocks like whip I'm not mean but I’ll stomp like a brick at compost, shit [Hook] We all came in this life with one mission And I plan to grind till mine kicks in, watch me Can't stop me, or hold me back, nor pop me, now hold me fresh That’s not probably, the best lie I sold you that Silly J then the G nigga spray like a mack milly Back up off me, before you get slapped Will she back out? Ever put the mic down? Never, watch me Crux[Intro] Bad employees Bad employees Ain’t good employees So true [Verse] Let’s get it straight They employees I’m the boss Edison grain Himalayan salt Bars act as medicine man laying hands Contact niggas a brand to maintain fans I’m prone to darker thoughts and Peter Parker witticism Known to target more than people gone to prison system Women carcuses burned and park and earned on a mantle I’ll still be the hardest worker just a shift in prisons I’ve always been a prophet conjurer manifester Better than 100% of them Dentagrip in the hand of the better gent better than gentleman Just presented the option of settling in Back of the bus relegated like black slated The lady with crack laid in the pages Lack of phrases never Hope that we’re trapped in a case together Rorschach and Watchmen approach until and fall until their balls back in Here’s a vodka toast for every hour on the hour So I don’t go cop a toast Michael Douglas falling down I’m a Kings County resider with a bounty hunter on the sider With the county call the [?] Got a renaissance Probably I’m a pass on the common class Mosque and synagogue Now we into simpletons Spin a call spin it thin Finnegan begin again Optimism was wearing thin even on thicker carotin The caring is a barren ain’t it Call stress related aging and immortal babies Morbid thoughts that separate you from your moral cause But serenade and show them all the born creators That’s why now I got to call the blond girls with pom poms With their mom’s pearls at the prom With the promise of going to good colleges to bond On a scholarship Dad’s in the Klan My family’s into politics I’ll choke with tampon strings Smoke over your body while some asshole sings I’m really not a part of your party You’re grasping for mercy I don’t have any personally ask him *Listen I really can’t help you I gotta See now I’m late Now I’m late to do the hook Now I just gotta just do pushups until the next verse Alright really just shut up* Oh that burns one hand Let’s go* Who's always Rosewood pissed off permanent bitch slaps Doing the birdman hand rub in a six-passenger van In the passenger seat and wearing a caftan Blaring The Gap Band's covers of Scatman Crothers' jams Unreasonable tin foil hat flow Rap so blacks don’t back pedal to crack hoes Mother land ex pat Ex lax lexicon broad When I land my jets to concourse No pedestrians on board Brontosaurus various ignoring the words to the chorus So your morals hurt more like slipping on marbles Non-carpeted long ass mall corridors All mall smokes at hole in the wall bars Sipping a long dog flipping off all y’all Yeah that’s all I got jokes in bars And I boast those joke While you hope and costar Praying like a space ghost coast to coast star Ricky Lake and Lakos hosting postcards Go-karts and Nascar reason for blowdarts Big n*ggas old time No I don’t spar I’ll be at my Metamucil age refusing medicine But then a tending to my linens A gentleman good evening Following my bereavement is a team challenge Valance valor cadence patience manners Basic etiquette relevant rhetoric brander A reverent benevolent banter Gallous gracious Panoramic picture painter Realist escapist Defendant never plaintiff I don’t need to fucking claim shit I own shit that own shit Jessica Tandy prone shit Jennifer Hanner Get a home bitch Get the fuck out of mine You the fuck out of line You don’t even know how the fuck to rhyme Come on yeah go on Calling the fuzz calling your cousins I want them running and fucking buzz I’ve had a dozen a feathering I fucking live trucks I’m Bugs Bunny with dutch ovens on my knuckles [inaudible 3:52-2:56] I’m the last mother fucking standing You don’t wanna brash hands [Outro] Wait I was trying to say Lunatic brass pants Lunatic brass pants that’s my new alias That’s what I got lunatic brass pants You’re not gonna put the beat back on What are you doing to the micro— I see your point Desperada[Intro] Wait...wait...wait...I'm not ready yet... [Verse One] Then I lay me down on this cold floor Oh Lord I hope for the cloaked, no intervention saw That's where I paused, Jeanie, many more fleeting moments Heck, you just cheating yourself from meeting I can breathe a ton of these demons into my lungs And I beat 'em no matter what self defeating attack comes I put the past in the closet, leave it behind Locked under key I would cast aside until I needed it padlocked Put in a stash box, move it along I learned how to learn patience and when acting is wrong Turn 360 leisurely, pessimism know her and he grieve with me Bleed with me, then I got sober, it agrees with me I moderated shots slower Finding the piece of me, thank God it was over I'm here [Hook] {x2} I couldn't imagine why I was granted a second chance at life But I'm so glad that I saw the light And I see now my purpose right My purpose right [Verse Two] Just think, what have I accomplished? End of my life bonkers What other pill to conquer It would've just been awkward Roommates explaining and didn't know why I changed Since little before I named some pitiful reason lame or Breaking down doors had even burst in tears Grieving nurses to fear Even land lady just standing and looking all fucked up Like look what the fuck kids Then cuff someone's arrested for punching a chest in Wait Just glad it never had to happen that way I never would have had an album Never had met Collin Never had been travelling Never had new problems Never learned how to solve 'em Never knew I'd evolve then [Hook] [Bridge] {x2} And now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake Wait KnockJean Grae - “Knock” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Mr. Len] [Sample (Multiple Elements): Grateful Dead - “Help On the Way” (0:00)] [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Yo, this shit keeps weighing me down, beating me up Like every day’s governed by Murphy’s Law, it never drops But inside, I’m tied up in stress, knots, and chains And bills that ain’t paid. I damn near work For Dun & Bradstreet, keep a bank card and a wallet for show I hate empty spaces, fill ‘em with MetroCards That’s spent, already took me places, Fun Passes, loose changes Gum wrappers, maybe numbers, battery covers To CD players, and that’s it. I got some plastic But can’t even use it, the bad credit’s so drastic Ask me, bastard, if I’m signed. I rhyme sick, but niggas Is quick to turn their back on spitters with clits Hit ‘em with this and ridiculous phrase flow that exit My lips—ayyo, I mean my face though They still want chicks with tits and ass out My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out I’m fucking you right in the ear. If these chicks did it, you’d be Catching gonorrhea. The only thing I spread is tinnitus (Right?) Just trying to keep this shit right, and for all of y’all Asking when my joint dropping, watch me this year. It’s like… [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Hustles don’t get knocked, except the ones that Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that I told you once it’s not gangsta, it’s just right Don’t get it fucked, I don’t like to spit my shit twice Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never Nukka, this how I get down [Verse 2: Jean Grae] It’s crazy How I’m still catching y’all with no major distribution Slice through like guillotines, I’m precise with the execution The definition of artist, past the hype and the business So I paint the track like a canvas in post-Impressionist style Time keeps getting postponed like Emmy Awards My mom’s cataloguing my shit like she’s Afeni Shakur Many of y’all ain’t even worth a penny for thoughts So I ignore the rumors and the biters more than y’all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source. Peace to Steady Rock and Kice of Course And a big “fuck you” to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador And every A&R that turned me down. Props to kids who stayed Loyal since “Baseball” dropped and copped the underground See, the barrel was facing me. Now I turn the gun around And it’s got unlimited ammunition—I dare you to question There’ll be no undressing, so don’t skip through the record But if you’re looking for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it [Hook: Jean Grae] (x2) Hustles don’t get knocked, except the ones that Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that I told you once it’s not gangsta, it’s just right Don’t get it fucked, I don’t like to spit my shit twice Keep your fake thugging, afraid to get in fist fights Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never Nukka, this how I get down 37I keep saying Imma find a love, but here I go Feeling the worsening of feelings from a year ago Can't fill in boxes on the internet, it's weird though Can't put my pictures up cause they're a mirror for Some creeping snitches who'd be like Jeannie is on sites And then it turns into them clicking all the wrong types Then turns to gossip possibly up in the Twitter streets And then it's just the freaks, and me It's really not appealing so I'd rather give it nothing no Energy for the men and me expended in the clubbing I was clubbing as an adolescent, my values less than my pals My gals and me were never needed on the guest list Maturity’s a blessing I want bourbon and investments, a permanent address Even Murder Myrtle has changed It ain't a certainty to personally wanna evolve, I seen a lot of stunted growth and Folks who stumble in jobs, and I don't mean puncture folks balloons in front of their moms But you be popping shit about them man what when they're gone I can't take complaints about your babies you made life I can't make a date to come around if you ain't right Man I don't wanna watch Worldstar you ain't fight You'd think you'd learn better things in your twenties, ha You'd better burn your thoughts of learning get your nerves ready And get your purse ready honey everything is money get fucking Nurse Betty Nutty with personal problems And get your first divorce maybe these are verses options Even your opticals are changing, you prefer vodka Drop Henny to drop calories, opt out of block parties or rap parties And back out of brunches with a bunch of motherfuckers you don't even like Doing it to prove to your what, you're losing in your life And you discover things, that other things really more important You're reading more again, you're seeking seasons more than often Seeking offices, making travel, meeting offers, meeting deadlines, speaking more And leaving awkward, but being cool with it later, I'll leave when I wanna I'm cooler now than I would ever think about my number Double Katanas[Intro] I can see what you’re saying Definitely see that What I’m saying is Just give me a hug We don’t have to think about it like that I know, I know, it hurts Here, give me hug [Verse 1] I really could have been more Perceptive to what you came for I guess the lesson is before you change doors Change locks, change floors Tried to keep you in the same field, same force That he was in when we was in a major game loss Can’t play the game with two pitchers, one mound Either head is swingin' with my head down In the beginning, I was thinkin' what’s the damage though Advantage you, love no Not considerin' your time spent Not considerin' your lies that were mine over time spanned Or how I feel if maybe if in my feelings I would start to get the feeling of being the one played Considering maybe you were saying things too That came as easily as things do [Hook] I know, I know, I know, I know And maybe I could work someone else out I know, I know, I know, I know And we could make this work I know, I know, I know, I know Nah, hilarious, ha ha [Verse 2] I guess the joke is on Jean Playing the fucking field with no team Guess I had a lot of nerve to keep ‘em closely And never nervous, thinking shit was keeping toasty You’re doing too much, wish my niggas told me And in the clutch I wish my crutch had been to notice it That I was all up in the crushes like I’m Jodeci Feenin’, or JoJo on the floor, heaving We were on the road to being major, Deegan We were on our board baby, swore the train was leaving But not the train, like a train, heathen Fuck it, I’m just tired of tryna explain even Luck would have it, I don’t have a habit of believing Motherfuckers who sucker you to stab it and then leave it I'm a fucking elitist, rapping, undefeated Trying to play a game I never motherfucking needed [Hook] [Verse 3] Now Jeanie gotta go, I was saying that In retrospect no disrespect What everybody says, before they play your deck I mean read your cards You know? Hip your bars, bars, bars I never meant to get fly, slide on the get-by It’s not my style, next time I exit like a jet pilot Eject up, I mean the high way Not the highway, I mean the more desired way Shut up, okay I probably shouldn’t explain nothin' Not in the double-negative way, I mean nothin' Really all just said what I could say, fuck it I’ve overextended my stay, bucket List, I cross off the crosswind That’s what I call this inevitable crossing It’s a terrible loss and I’m more terrible for it Fuck it, I’m just kidding, this whole thing was awesome [Outro] Ah, shit, I probably shouldn’t laugh That’s right, that’s wrong, right No, it’s not funny, it’s not funny I’m not laughing I’m—no, I’m—this is me caring about your feelings Please, help me to help you If you just—you should probably take your pants off Cause I want to give you a hug I wanna give you a hug A close hug, a really close hug, a naked hug Now, are you mad? Are you leaving? Oh um, will you call me tomorrow? No? Okay. Okay, don’t answer that Okay, I wasn’t thinking about—okay It’s cool, it’s cool I understand, I understand No, I lied so, that’s probably bad for you And also me, and me Yes, don’t do that and I get that now And I want to make it up to you Can I just talk to you in the other room? I talk a lot better when I’m laying down No? You know? Alright, well, fuck it Black Is The Color[Intro] Black is the color [Verse 1] This is for my Black soldiers, mack holders, strapped army greens Snapped back, blast automatics, spraying body ? Rap addicts, mathematics study how they map the projects ? targets ? supermarkets ? artists covered with material riches This on surface on the depth of the soul of the sickness Biggest media murder is most ? Most heard ? toast burning Smartest kids in special ed learning E.S.L., the U.S. fails the children, fuck 'em We excel then we copy, become the same corrupted Bullets stuck in back wounds deep with trees Raped, foot chopped, lynched, follow North Star free [Hook x2] Black ? ?falling? And we can't find a way home, even though Black children go back to ?weeping? Still we can't see the end of the road [Verse 2] See, we're experimental science, disease blamed The African killer bees, to AIDS, and man-made population control game Villages dosed like ? smallpox Killing most Native Americans' ? ? birth of the seven deadly cemeteries flooded with bloody violence from ugly money greed and gluttony schemes Like ? and raping them clean The face of the devil is separatism, post-racism Willie Lynch ? division post-religion More victims than the Holocaust, a mental prison for children and women Men like dark prison broken minds spark the hate forgiving Jesus bring us all to the ? No reparations ever make up for destroying a people We'll never be equal, powers get as high as a seagull ? scamming on your weakness is evil [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Mothers and daughters fed from the slave master's whip And now the N.R.A.'ll save the day, legal guns, loaded clips Shanty towns ? sweatshops daily But we're still choosing ignorance, ain't we And little Jamie complaining because he wanna get an X-Box for Christmas ? starve ? biscuits, point of ages Proving the American ghetto's still an oasis Place where the life imitates art Imitating life, White kids imitating dark now Spark blunts at night, 'til maybe something can fly Above the line of buildings reaching stars and light up the sky I feel you [Hook x2] Thank Ya!Jean Grae - “Thank Ya!” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Nasain Nahmeean (AKA Jean Grae)] [Sample (Multiple Elements): Allen Toussaint - “Worldwide” (0:00)] [Intro: Jean Grae] Good evening, Jean Grae! Hello! [Hook 1: Jean Grae] Y’all been wasting too much time and done Left the door open for me (Really, really? Come on), y’all been Sleeping and fucking up. Well Thank ya! (Thank you) Thank ya! (Thanks a lot, though) Y’all been wasting too much time and done Left the door open for me, y’all been Sleeping, fucking up all around. Well Thank ya! [Verse 1: Jean Grae] I spit like the Kids on the little bus—non-stop. Skill more Disturbing than the thought of your ex having sex with one of your parents (Eww!) All on top like the flip missionary mission B, I’m straight tripping like niggas done killed my cousin Been slept on, Passed Over like in the Jewish tradition Cast in cameos like I’m dressed in hand-me-downs, a step- -sister, an afterthought. Niggas are shook. It’s alright ‘Cause I will smack you in the mouth. I’m Jean Grae, and it’s An ill life watching these niggas fall from ghetto grace, and I’m willing To fill in the blanks, spilling slick like a drunken oil tanker Killing off every rank in your squad (Feeling me God?) Vomiting constant drama ‘til my larynx scarred (Ow!) No passing. It is personal—fuck what you heard. It’s been Too long, I’m ready to go on. Y’all still in dress rehearsal Studying lines with understudies and clique buddies Y’all just bullshitting, practicing, and need to be quitting [Hook 2: Sample from Allen Toussaint - “Worldwide” and (Jean Grae)] Time to peel back the pages (Time to do it) Hurry up before we all go crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) Been so long, so long, much too long Don’t it make you kinda wonder if you trust it (Alright) The biggest wheels in town are getting busted (Verse two) [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Too Soon did you try and judge me. Wait, that’s dumb, conceited Thinking you even heard of the chick who’s gonna kill you later I’m kidding. Bitter ‘cause I’m written off as some sex kitten Treasy, freaky bitches like in 80’s mittens—it’s so sad! Paid an insane amount of dues, underground to the death I rep it, y’all been so supportive, don’t download the record Check me only in the “yes” box, never put “no” or “maybe” My gimmick bend more lyrics, straight lyrics, no crazy The jig is up for real. Rap puppies jumping up And get a little treat for their deal. Shit, all I need is a toke And a pack of stokes and a frequent meal—wait! And a mansion Wait! And a shiny car. Jean Grae, superstar! Really, just look at what happens ‘cause cats is wigging. “I know Who should never hang out with Jerry’s children!” It’s scary Like women that ain’t really women—just dudes who tryna holler At ‘em. Fuck, that was confusing. Just let the dude sing (Alright) [Hook 2: Sample from Allen Toussaint - “Worldwide” and (Jean Grae)] Time to peel back the pages (It’s time, it’s time) Hurry up before we all go crazy (Crazy, crazy, ow!) Been so long, so long, much too long Don’t it make you kinda wonder if you trust it (For real) The biggest wheels in town are getting busted (Take it to the bridge!) [Bridge: Jean Grae] Too soon we think we know, too much Too soon we wanna play While we let the best of The greatest slip away (Rewind!) [Hook 1: Jean Grae] Y’all been wasting too much time and done Left the door open for me (Thank you, thank you), y’all been Sleeping and fucking up. Well Thank ya! (Thank you) Thank ya! (Thank you, bitches!) Y’all been wasting too much time (This is where it goes off-beat) and done Left the door open for me (Still feel it though), y’all been Sleeping, fucking up all around. Well Thank ya! (Thank you! Good night!) This World[Verse] Man Brothers they wilding on account of me ripping the truth Flipping positions, missions written man I'm living proof I took the mittens off I'm slugging open fist Shadowbox, slap boxing "this world" ain't shit The double standards are driving me I'm mechanical now The catalog is gradually bigger, annually I'm a door breaker downer, law disobeyer Crowd around her and all for simply saying "this world" need taming I'm entertaining, yes attacking like Dick Cheney's chest But lacking nuts so macadamia fuckers claim the best It's not gon' last long Homie I'm that strong You gonna fuck up leaving "this world" past gone I'm here to fuck perception Right in it's 20/20 eye prescription Leaving it blinded you should've brought protection Watch your necks I'm sneaking up behind you Like the tax in checks all of "this world" you're next [Hook] Y'all wanna let me in then you wanna change me up Man, how the fuck you think you're ever gonna play me up? You can't play me out, y'all just acting crazy now I'll be doing Jeanie until "this world" fades out [Verse Two] Pass me on your block will ya Know what I got for ya A million stories and albums that never rock fillers You like to cock fellas Give them some accapellas Never, ever, ever up in "this world" of y'all killers Please, I'm 'bout to show you the meaning of work Affirmative Jeanie's Action you can see if I dirt And leave 'em bleeding and gasping like they're Jesus on wood I wish I would get a reaction for all of "this world"...good Controversy works and plus I got a pussy But even with that, people scared to push me, who's a pussy first? A fucking hearse you'll have to share a space with I'll get used to rocking ankle bracelets Changed it, shit [Hook] [Verse Three] Damn, y'all scared of change like some nickels chasing you Running with pistols shooting, reckless till they're staining you In all directions I'm aiming straighter than missiles nigga Fingers arranged, one for "this world" one on the trigger Both of my hands up With loaded hand guns We're 'bout to make this such a notorious anthem Vainglorious like we're still a part of the X-Clan You don't want it sissy, I own "this world", next plan [Hook] Put The Money In My HandIf I am at a store and I pay cash Put it in your hand and could you please when you give me the change Could you at least put the money in my hand It's just that I had my hand out and everything But you still just threw it down I know that we can be a better If we started, really started, with you Put the money in my had IntroCome on Roll your windows down And turn the woofers up New giddy city get that liquor in your tinted cups Picture me kicking this pretty then remember the words We keep it gritty like the greats at the edge of the curb Live and learn, living legend, Ninth and Mers, burn first Now its Jeanie's turn to recite it to get your urn church I mean chuch, get your blushing up And button up, your luck is slowing and your cussing me, fuck! This ain't a test nigga no pencils, only ink And blood splattered like your toes on my drink The dream shattering girl Without collateral earls Unimaginable, chatter like a lateral curls Tight expanding your world And my mic can just spike this gang Like a roofie or a volleyball move like in the aim To get analogies right, you dumb as Mallory right? The Jeanie smarter than you thought at first apparently, right? Please don't be mad at me, i'd rather be liked Cause your opinion really matters automatically, psyche! I give a fuck about what you can think that you ain't get the plus My pimp lean is cool, back up like these blacks on the bus School niggas. School. You learn! Get your learn on! We finna teach you something! Justice League, Brooklyn Academy, we're all making records! Pumpkinhead, we still family yeah! We bring it down like this from New York to Kaki-laki Kick back, and flick your wrist This shit got me mumbling, should we bring it back? Mad dub pour it like the flow without the chorus We get the love from the Joneses and Jazzy, N.O.R.E.'s Border cross in, transporter, illegal drugs So much that pass porters in need of illegal tucks Call your peoples up and tell them it dropped Be like a felon gold poppers from one hell of a knock I pop lock these words, till you pop a nerve Then I’ll b-girl stance like "You Got Served” ACME (Take it to the Wall)So tired lord of thinking what we gonna be So tired I'm thinking what I want done to me I'm so through of not taking this to the wall Baby ain't you? Maybe we could have it all Maybe I could get you a drink I wanna throw you against the wall nigga With unmitigated gall nigga Rub on the Jeannie, get your wish baby Rub on my chest like Vicks, baby I don't need text baby, come on and cash my checks baby I mean sex most definitely I need to bone like we x-rated Don't be afraid to take me down now advance go round the corner come downtown Don't be afraid of all the ink boy What's my name? Make me really have to think, boy Knock me outta my shoes, spill my drink baby get in the groove Ah, Muse You . . .[Intro] Baby, I’m wondering if you might wanna come over You know, you inspire me to do beautiful things, say beautiful things You’re beautiful that way I was just thinking maybe this weekend, we could be quiet Well, not really quiet, but just shut the door Pull the blinds and get inspired, yeah [Verse] I got a pillow with your name on it You down, monograms - so you know you got the claims on it I sewed it by hand with heart strings Guitar strings play when you lay on it I hope you like it, stay on it You should, play on it, we will My friends gon’ have to kill me just to get me out the house if you in it Feel it, fit in the palm of my hand We could be phenomenal with it Nine positions a minute Alright, well, that’s a lot I’m just excited to be inviting you, delighting you You like that, glad you do I hope it rains, imagine you And me all soaked up in the window panes I could take a ride you know, you could hold the reins We could cross the Great Divide together, arrive together High-five it after, try it again In the bathtub listening to violins [Hook] Baby, you know I admire you You know that I’ve been trying to Be inspired, let me use you Amuse you Baby, everything you do I could really get into you If you let me use you Amuse you [Outro] I like to play fair I don’t play if we’re not playing fair I need to get some Baby, let me get some Let me get some Let me get some of your You Don’t Have To Eat What’s In The Picture[Spoken: Quelle Chris] Well, hello there Today's tale takes place in a small little town called New York City So tiny if you blink, you might just miss it But I digress How 'bout you go and sit on back And I'll play you a little tune while my good buddy Jean here sings you a song Heck, you may just learn a thing or two [Jean Grae] It's as cold as a witch's tit that winter day that day [Holy Shit] When I'm texting my friends [?] We have learned to meet downtown to break some bread It was Ann and Vern and Mary Ann all on the thread When we sat and laughed and ate and drank and hung around for hours Stayed 'till after closing and we broke out our guitars So for the life and love of music, bourbon, and good food Took so many pictures, not to save them would be rude Woke up down for sunset the next day Charged my phone with all the pictures right away (Ha ha, Instagram!) I was so happy we could share [?] So I cropped them, builded them, tilted through them down And then posted a caption [?] And please be a normal person, don't be negative We had such a great time, and then I put the name of the restaurant And then, so you guys could have a similar experience if you want (Your welcome!) One hundred and ten people posted likes And Mary Ann, Vern, and Anna all reposted thrice But then some stupid dick who doesn't know how to read Typed "four roses is garbage, you already have to leave" (Bitch!) You don't have to drink what's in the picture It's a digital representation of my time Unless you get your nutrients from other people's lives You don't have to drink what's in the picture And you don't have to eat what's in the picture Goddamnit, this is just something that I enjoyed in life If you fuckin' don't like food, then a post and here's some nudes You don't have to eat the fuckin' picture Don't have to eat what's in the picture Ooh-ooh You don't have to eat the fuckin' picture 38 Special[Verse 1] Look man everybody just chill the cops looking And at the same time just be cool all of you just be cool Bitch I’m taking calls no small talking Author out the basement somebody dog walk them I’ve been Mr. MC since Chris Walken had a watch up his ass Now I talk trash as I gain small fortunes I've had shitty times yet I’m still getting mines Everything is awesome misery loves company So Cathy met Norman when I’m done performing People go listen to Tanya Morgan Katherine who’s apple Know master Ace though a legend still dropping I’m just carving out the place rapping a new chapter I Huge out space where alien choose knocking I do not record a case I sung while sam son do I rise moms and the moms and the moms do the newbies I won’t be in Billy Berg juicing my dad starts shooting The cops came I’m the main Lugant I’m heading for the things I’ve only seen in my dreams Since mama gave birth to the 2015 And yes I get scare for 2016 Crown king while you at home making meal [Verse 2] New nickname; .38 Special, the wildcard I told them porta medals is the only men that will cry Fitted with 6 laps long agents and 5 brows Senegal peddy gol and it can make lines crawl Mythical monster monster rap menital Momma was a renegade renaissance repping broad So I bend low skip line if he knew he said he ball Hit lines they competitive and it cause And then it’s nine come and then amenity gone It’s a small spirit but it’s all been for me to be barbaric Work with my pallbearers with you all steering Remember I was the fore mother before an era apparent I represent the music outcast never a spit legend It just happened hit the fine sound on the boston I show what the sound like at the same time They all call for wrong things you can get your horse From next door then hit the panic button when I’m playin 3 laying porn man lowing jam that I made now finish [Verse 3] Yo yo you all slack you all locals when I rap ya’ll vocal I’m a Black guy noble that king go soulful Mr sling sling local wise words is don’s work My Prides hurt my prides verse cops perk While worth but it is worthwhile ain’t it B Picturing picking you be guess which frame fit And he quit do the math and when he subtract the subpart And add me to the playlist fake fans favourite Afraid of it afraid my rhymes sting supreme See I leave a grey page you gotta go slane See I’m like santa when he stands up for the rest of us This is festive I’m scandalous and we stand so we can celebrate That mark it’s that a sending in for sure I took That metaphor too deep I made it far [Verse 4] Hard bars drop full of hard R’s The dream is what we fending on And I’m going to guard hard Scared arms for the strong Go hard and I haven't checked my phone since The song started the snapchat showing back facts Nash cracking tacks and I guess I need to end this I’m way too distracted Fuck [Outro: Sample] "You know one of the hottest hottest items today Is Run-DMC, Beastie Boys is rapid Alright that is raid You know there’s a story involved in something and A Whole lot of novice that was obviously involved And we are going to be having a whole lot of fun We going to have a bit more rapping Plus we are going to check out what’s happening In our make up room with our make over Don’t go away it’s rap and what is rapping Let's have a look before we go any further rapping My name is Sex and, baby, come on, don’t give it up" Quelle Chris - Wash Your HandsAll the employees All of them [?] All of them customers It makes not a difference Could you please wash your hands Before you return with your balls full of germs Oh, oh, oh He's wearing a suit He exits the stall and he's wiping his hands on his trousers I'm sure you're important and making decisions of power It takes only a second, a minute, not even an hour And now all your handshakes are sour You're just foul Could you please wash your hands Before you return with your balls full of germs Oh, oh, oh Number one, number two Doesn't matter what you do Could you please wash your hands Before you return with your balls full of germs Oh, oh, oh Love Thirst (Remix)(feat. Busta Rhymes) My caramel mahogany fairtail You gon do very well Fearing for the fairwell Stay a while, we can just lay a while See my smile better Lay your chest on me, make you my sweater I want the rest of you Pressing me head up I need contact Your windows reflecting me back Later I ask where your memories at Your face teling me that You need a taste where the hennesy's at C'mon lace me Replace glasses with the tip of my tongue I won't front baby Later your sprung And though relation is young I feel it's making a connection to young So that I xxx like the chick in the song No lie Won't I Take my time let the bass unwind Claymation could'ntmold a better mind Your sick And I'll be the nurse and you'll be the patient Boy how insane could it get I'm so high babay High High High High High Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) Ok turn the lights off, no Turn them back on Want you to see my backbone and my blacktones Start minimal Raise it to animal Please your no amiture Please beyond tangible Knees be all tangled up Like the candles Placed on the mantle that That romanced at angles We'll slow dance till tango'n gets horizontal I know you go longer that flows with no comma I'm high on ya You like it don't ya To survive by just biting on ya Like the high note Nibble just a little bit Everything I'm thinking your already delivering it Quiver Pleasure unheard You ain't even done first When I done burst crazy I'm in love thirst You are the quincher Maybe we should be taping so you could remember I'm just sass'n High (your making me so) High (you got me so) High High (your making me so) High (baby) Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) High (your making me so) High (I'm getting so) High (can you stop getting me?) High (your love is so) High (baby) Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) What You Came For[Chorus] Tell me what ya Tell me what ya Tell me what you came for [?] [Verse 1] Deny me, [?] Outsider boundaries, walls that can't hold me Eight-hundred-and-eight ways to straight flourish If I [?] And I'll be ready when the fires roll, tumble through the concrete jungle that'll rumble under my feet And will you watch in style [?] as we countdown or will you hightail at high speeds, guard down 'Cause everyone's thinking the game boss now But everyone's game has chink in the armor, we lost now, crosstown We making choices based on paper and a [?] 'Cause I could think [?] neighbor like they had that Fast forward, unified thoughts till we're limitless Levitate on images, infinite, pill it on every atom that enters in Turn it, turn that energy to medicine Parable past, but leave the [?] in What if heaven is as erratic as this plane you wastin Your time on, you're chasing, your whole grind based in Gold miners, goal miners [?] Find us in alliance in line with the finest They divide us and we bountiful Your way and my way need to line up more Eye-to-eye, or be the highway isn't fine at all We the light of all, fuck we even fightin' for? Say it again, baby, divide us and we bound to fall Your way and my way need to line up more Eye-to-eye, or be the highway isn't fine at all We the light of all, fuck we even fightin' for? [Chorus] Tell me what ya Tell me what ya Tell me what you came for Came for Came for Came for Tell me what you came for Came for Came for Came for Tell me what you came for Came for Came for Came for Tell me what you came for Came for Came for Came for [Outro] Tell me what you came for Came for Came for Came for Came for Came for Came for American Pimp[Intro: Median] Yo, yes, mic check 1-2, yo... [Verse 1: Median] The locks and the darkness are making him a target, heh Average-lookin nigga so he had to work the hardest His gears no frills, far from flawless But rich personality that balanced him to get up in the draws quick Charming wit, flip escape from the lawn shit Slick jake 'til they slip, fade if they saw the kid Up in system with the court-appointed lawyers and they Fightin for the state, he's gettin played by the law again Minimum wage, behave, he can't call it But who could spare the change for blaze or alcoholic, heh? And who cares if they say they change while they ballin here Rock bottom, livin by the ledge, why they bothered him? Then they followed him, now they callin him The evils came and they jaded and they taunted him Fathered him in ways of no shame, erased his honest and re- Placed it with the game for anything to make a dollar here Now we outta here... [Verse 2: Jean Grae] She's got, two baby daddies at the age of 12, wake up motel Calls in the morning when her face is swell, the lake is runnin From it, the jakes are coming, stunning develop She's livin strictly off her tounge and her talent Her mother's base and off-balance Fuck relations with parents, around the way she's embarrased So she escapes it on the train with the carat, she's sellin Her whole character, chocolate skin malomar Complexion of Africa untainted, painted as a whore Lacked guidance so she back-slided, back side get Claps like them automatics hidden in her man's ride I mean her pimp's, right? Never leave his bitch alone 'Cept when she's suckin and moanin and beatin whips, he gone Leave her fend for herself, she's known as Nikki Them pedophiles been picking her quick cause she young and pretty Them middle-aged crackers just happy, suckin her titties One time to spare the honky trick, he paid a buck and fifty So, she does it for the kids and Similac, Pampers, and Gerber Pack in Tuesday, found her murdered in an alley gagged So who's to blame for this, death? The child nameless Reckless and wild Americans style, no village claiming us, why? Well, Actually (En Realidad)Yes, life What do we know? Nothing Tell us You're so smart (Well, actually) So many facts (En realidad) About everything (En realidad) You're like a search engine (En realidad) Thank Jesus (Shut up, shut up) What was I going to do Without the help from you Thank you for all your help, man You really are so smart How was I going to live Without the help you give I don't know I thought I knew all these facts about my ownlife But, you, you, you know more (Shut up, shut up) Tell me, you is a person like yourself such a wealth of knowledge You're just wasting your time here On Twitter and Facebook You need to go work for NASA Thought about it? Think about it Yes (Work for NASA, ooh) Seriously, take it into consideration (Go think about it or) Or? Or? (Shut the fuck up) Eh, let me send this promo tweet "Headed to Columbia to do show" Well actually, you spelled 'Colombia' wrong (Well, actually) No I didn't (En realidad) I meant the college Wow. That’s Crazy.I'm just trying to talk to you I'm just trying to talk to you If you can't multitask while you're on the phone Then say that, but you didn't You said "Wow. That's crazy" I know that means you're not listening JokerLe sigh... Butterflies and sunshine baby I can tell that nature loves you Not as much I do lately You chase all my clouds away I'm never go let of ya Happiness is all around me Let's run away and build a family We can catch a flight today You fit like the pieces in the puzzle I've been missing You feel like I always wanna hug you When we're kissing I just wanna get much closer But it seems so far away You could be the one I keep forever I'm kinda dreaming It just be you and me together I just wanna get much closer I just wanna hear you say DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME Chilling on an island somewhere Hummingbird upon my shoulder Holding on to your hand dearly Walking in the sunset breeze Writing my name with yours and Don't you think it seems so perfect Everything seems so perfect We could do this endlessly You fit like the pieces in the puzzle I've been missing You feel like I always wanna hug you When we're kissing I just wanna get much closer But it seems so far away You could be the one I keep forever I'm kinda dreaming It just be you and me together I really wanna get much closer Really wanna hear you say DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME Get ItJean Grae - “Get It” [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Jean Grae] [Sample (Multiple Elements): Bob James - “Caribbean Nights” (4:07)] [Intro: Jean Grae] Yeah, I hear y’all still talking. What? Y’all thought I really wasn’t gonna drop nothing? Come on, now. Ain’t nothing changed. It’s still not a game. Jean Grae. Come on [Verse 1: Jean Grae] This ain’t A gangsta joint—far from it. This is for niggas in the club Who only nod their head when shit is rugged, and all the chicks Who act crazy love it, them chicks who stay blunted Drunk in the middle of the dancefloor like, “Fuck it!” For those who ain’t get in because the door fronted Park your ride in front of the spot and turn it up, pump it For niggas caught at checkpoints, got heavy firearms, who lye And Henny’ed up, driving like they’re wearing blindfolds For New York, for Philly, road trips to Atlantic City in Rented cars for one-month unlimited MetroCards For straphangers, for niggas who pay for shit with five fingers My credit-card scammers, my hookie party-jammers Exotic, exquisite women friends, niggas in denim Niggas who make hot beats and my dogs who spit venom My thugs and gentlemen, from vanilla to cinnamon The first thousand women in from N’Sync to Eminem [Hook: Jean Grae] Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if You with me, then we ride until the beat drop (What?). Who got The Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it). Hydro? (Hit it, hit it), and all my Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it (Uh!) Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if You with me, then we’re drinking ‘til the last shot (What?). Who got The Hydro? (Hit it, hit it) Who got the Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it), and all my Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Your new representative presenting Jean Grae Customer, client, or president, fuck Gen X! We today, nigga It’s hot stocks and banks, hot loans and baby mamas to pay Hot rocks for dollars to sway. What’s your hustle? I’m doing mine, and if it don’t work… fuck that! It got to The rhymes too hot to experience how not to I’m toxic like vodka and gin, 200-proof on the rocks I do it ‘cause I can—simple. You should stop And I told you who I do it for, and I’m not going anywhere ‘Cause me and life is married, and I ain’t getting divorced So where my hungry women at? My niggas ready to set it We can all eat—what you need? Let’s go get it. Come on! [Hook: Jean Grae] Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if You with me, then we ride until the beat drop (What?). Who got The Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it). Hydro? (Hit it, hit it), and all my Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it (Uh!) Don’t stop (Uh!). I said: you won’t stop (Uh huh!), and if You with me, then we’re drinking ‘til the last shot (What?). Who got The Hydro? (Hit it, hit it) Who got the Henny, yo? (Sip it, sip it), and all my Hungry niggas, please, yo, don’t stop, get it, get it Falling Down[Intro] I watch sky All in the mind [Verse 1] Marriage don’t last but it will never seem course So she buried all the past like it was never before It’s all battling the last thing never what you thought Love I try to stop them from extending the knowledge Possibly copying everything from her at 74 So love will never lose the faith oh I want my active back bad Daily it has been flying in the empty glass man Back there with disappointment and stress Still I need appointment apply it like an ointment Before august fuck that thought If you still supplying that arrogance fuck that mom She on fluxed out dad not another dime I wish the side of we because we don’t fear See the top course bombing into Tedo’s grave Whathinc your childhood heroes disappear like Watching children fall to villain and All criminal deacons on the floor They will preach the wrong cause because there Is demons on the wall when they crawling Off the altar to the people [Verse 2] Now you thought you wake up in better places You out here looking for leaders you the faithless Out here looking for teachers and searching encyclopedia You ain’t going to see it without the hard drive to do it This ain’t no trick baby they on the safety they ain’t going to do it Baby going to take the face to it I know it and you know it You ain’t know it concrete jungle The unmark race for them My people is another on me Doubles going to take more rounds to Solve these troubles After that and you also know the key in the car Over the night and the table will fuck it Like believers number Imagine that was tomorrow shit I will get the map and we will leave our car on We gotta be hitting the back of sorrows So we just flip it back and leave the card on watch Flip it back and leave the card on watch But seen some things you need Bits (pt. 2 - The Fear)[Verse 1] Sometimes, melancholy appeasement Is better than the feeling in my head I'm trying to lean towards betterment I'm trying not to feel forced sentiments It's kinda like the cinammon challenge Everyone's like, "I can do it!", then you're spitting and off-balance And balance is key for your battles, you ask me The last three to battle me just balanced on asphalt And that ass fell I as well, dry spell, desert Cos I don't do invaluable endeavours So I'd rather be present and president Of my tail feathers by my goddamn self, hm Clever, yes I am My letterman jacket is the whole damn alphabet The Greek-Roman alphabet Heiroglyphs, Malkovich, climb inside my mind And have some Alpha-Bits We could do calculus Yes I have a calibre I don't take phallus or [?] status over conversation stamina Not hummina-hummina conversation stamina I mean common denominator chatter Interests, teach me something That keeps me wanting to keep learning to keep coming Back for more, score, flaws, don't see 'em If we got the foundation I don't want the concealer or the make-up or the base Oh lord, trace me like you're applying for art school I'll sit on a stool, ask questions It's pleasant when somebody has attention centered We all want a bit of orbiting Nobody wants to be the morbid maudlin I like to be around your frame often I should tell you more Consider this the place card I put in my hand with my heart I'll probably leave it adjacent to your hand So I don't damage it far, because it's hard But my main intentions are... [Verse 2] Slices of me cross-sectioned like tree trunks Open for your reading if you need or want Feeling all jittery And my placement of arms is less than suave I guess it's odd, I'm normally very nonchalant So mazel-tov on that For throwing me off my guard, hard So I'm automatically audibly sort of "Oh, drat" Caught up in old patterns Some days I wake up like, today it's gonna happen I'll embrace him in the way, there's no evasive action And then I'll tell him all the ways he makes my state enraptured Face him to face with absolute and base attraction But it's more, so I fail Capital "F" circled with a red pen And a tail-note saying "64," "Just tell him he's the one and you could pass the shit course" But I freeze up and never do more He's that memory card That I keep turnin' over, hopin' that it'll match I got a keep it pretty sober man, whenever we pass I wanna need him in the fall The future, the past Fuckin' 5.30pm, 3.20am, noon Whenever everything is, whenever it's not, too Whenever we're just energy I'm getting existential But he makes me wanna get pencils and fill out Scantrons Write things, take walks, visit a damn farm Be calm, be a mom... A bit of a jump there, yes Apologies for that though, truth Ain't no better quality to boost If I lose him to somebody it's because I never really had him And my love is fantastic So it's fear Nothing in the universe comes close, my dear Pedantic, romantic, hopeless Maybe he'll just hear this now and know this... Maybe he'll just hear this now and know... Fyre Blazer[Verse 1] Let's begin: Miss Grae The post-traumatic war symptom sufferer The player, hand-bluffer, the shifty-eyed mother Deep city strut-walker, trucker hat hater Knuckle up a peddle rap pusher Made veteran face-smusher Rip out your pacemaker Knock your brain data With block fists 'til it spits out of your sockets So unlogical, the prodigal daughter returns With them horror comic comedy terms (You know you love it) Squirm in your seats, let the bass burn you to pieces Frown 'til your face keeps all those permanent creases Learned leash techniques so I keeps them all close Then I burn all the straps, slack, and watch you toast Drop on ya like "Oh Donna"'s playing "La Bomba," comma Now your kin's wilin' like Ritchie Valen's mama drama Picture me smiling—man, it's all in the words I'm just playing, please don't take this serious I'm just saying, come on [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Featherweight with a heavy tongue, eighty pounds And it's fitted with napalm grenades with the pins out I spit a round of ammo and spin, light candles Dig holes manually or I hop to your family You can't manage me, I'm Santana's song "Black Magic Woman," half manic, half time bomb Neurotic addicts blown—that alone explains that I'm wrong I stay gone like missing kids in a basement with chains on Face it—I'm always gonna lace it up well Receive hate mail, then pray tell why your face swelled I don a cape with a "JG" on it, the sleeves red Three lead pieces that'll pop out of the sleeve net (Best believe that) I mean what I say cause these letters spray With a mean pimp lean, Jean—I'm a demon "I know, she's so dreamy, look at her gleaming!" Nigga, I shine with no polish, uneven—it's just raw (See?) [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Despicable thoughts much bigger than yours I think in broad-terms, long-term winnings of course I figure long earnings: Yachts and Porsche's, houses, porches, backyards, pools and stay remorseless for this Y'all think that I don't endorse it? That I wanna stay broke, drinking water out the faucet? Nope. That's where you're wrong I just planned it different. Damn gifted 'Til all the up and ante shifted I'm a nightmare, flipping the standards, rip it candid Tipping the balance, one hand gripping the hammer And dripping rancid tones. You're just a band of clones I strip you down 'til you're living in abandoned homes Plan long—you're up short like bandana tops My plan stops when my kids' kids' nanna drops Then my grand kids find your family—god damn thee I'll quit when I sell y'all candy that can't see Bits (pt. 1)[Verse 1] Mmmm... melancholy appeasement Is better than the feeling in my head I'm trying to lean towards betterment I'm trying not to feel forced sentiments It's kinda like the cinammon challenge And everyone's like, "I can do it!", then you're spitting and off-balance And balance is key for your battles, you ask me The last three to battle me just balanced on asphalt And that ass fell But I as well, dry spell, desert Cos I don't do invaluable endeavours So I'd rather be present and president of my tail feathers By my goddamn self, whatever Clever, yes I am My letterman jacket is the whole damn alphabet The Greek-Roman alphabet Heiroglyphs, Malkovich, climb inside my mind And have some Alpha-Bits Speak or do calculus [?] Yes I have a calibre I don't take phallus or [?] status And not hummina-hummina conversation stamina I mean common denominator chatter Interests, teach me something That keeps me wanting to keep learning to keep coming Back for more, score, flaws, I don't see 'em Like floors of mausoleum with the door closed So leave your insecurities in your car or something Or a bank safe, I dunno Or hide 'em like Banksy We can talk about 'em Go 'head, see I'm open to business, but it's never goddamn business time Seriously Time. (Gotham Intro)[Samples] “In two-thousand and thirteen . . . “ “. . . sanctions against freethinking individuals . . .” [Jean Grae] The funny thing about time is: it doesn’t exist Haters Anthem Remix[Verse] Portrait priceless, splendor my agenda is cake Niggerace thoughts down town drape like the ice vendor My performance is purple haze falling out the sky Words of Woodrow Wilson captivated consultants Cash corporate the last sorceress Blast the toaster, henny splashed all over the coaster Trendy ass niggers get ghost quick Screw face haters, hate the way a nigga hustle But it's in my culture I work the muscles and the work room, rigorous weight lifting But still I hold the gavel in the court room trip I hold the chips, blow zips crib sticky shit Fix y'all niggers mouth, dare y'all to speak against The laws of which you came from Don't forget the name of brutalic rap niggers who brainstorm Young to the AGE you might've seen me up in Roscoe's Number 19 for that rice and gravy Hold the bar two times a lady chemistry create a beat My attribute, grandfather clock ice plated ice to Asia Nights of Tunisia Spanky white everything hopping off the beamer, two seats [Hook] x2 Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok Fuck you, fuck you, everybody [Verse] I got an all-star collection of ratchets Multiple shells, multiple cells To this brown out, drown out 21 cannons My name ain't in the stanis but I'm a fiend in the hood Say needs in the hood, with the wood to smoke You laugh when you figure the math it's like Baghdad And back to the BX but they still call me the X 3 X hood cook a cellar aye y'all With the shell catchers much more being on the stretcher The dark falls, but sunny skies turn gray Jean would only want it that way, okay I'm the el capitan, what's fucking with that Well all my dogs don't speak they all brrraat, brrraat Son got smashed through the top of his hat Laid out in the street in the spot where he sat Always bragging about how he living fat Now he's in he box, look where a nigga at [Hook] x2 Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok Fuck you, fuck you, everybody [Verse] Stupid I break your pectoral breast plate open And leave your chest soaking in red While I'm smoking a Marlboro Red Thoroughbred kid of a gun, next I'll spit in your lung Then misalign your jaw, your teeth, and your tongue I'm stuck to violent thoughts like the track to violent chords React all out of sorts like a MAC in the hand of the law Handling all y'all with a TAC that attack broad You're like a Gap store package with wack product galore I whore you, all you, kill and reanimate Then slice you with a scythe through your physical database Until your glimmer of hope's gone I prolong your fate until your faith kicks in and kick your face in Soliloquy and Jean at only 65 percent Still murder 'cause I go further every time I vent I love everybody, nope just kidding I'm prone to having visions of slugging everybody Pedagogue rap demi-God pocket of pennies Lock it down like I'm Annie with a shot full of henny You saying quackery rap I keep it black like a jet of pan-Africans With Marcus Garvey flying 'em back The fist raised cause dismay disarrays steps Like a switchblade stuck in your side fucking your innards Jean Grae bringing a new era, fuck the name From now on refer to me only as Hera [Hook] x2 Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, hold up Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, wait, nah Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, ok Fuck you, fuck you, everybody Maybe[Verse 1: Jean Grae] A nigga spray my ashes Where the pall bearers with My casket doing the two step The jungle bully get down get down One single solitary flap to find a place To put on the ground you can send the Vultures from the clouds till they crowd Around me like a falling army Jean don’t get morbid on me cause I can’t stop and we got the base of profit Don’t stop silence relied on myself to find The lions just another human being but the Thoughts dying out when is the flower out When does the hope die hear my doubt now Just fired out heart stream violent and quiet down Where we use to hearing choirs where it’s quiet now Where I use to get inspired and just write it down Two names in the middle and the end man I don’t buy it now tired of browsing of battered cows Want the house in martebra right grapes childhood Prices pull the margin on my face like its was just a Suggest tyrese was in depth of giving advice please My higher goals have never been to fly alone Getting shot down like friendly-fire, fuckin' die alone So there it is in plain terms; laymens Throw myself off a fuckin' boat in the Caymans [Chorus: Jean Grae] Maybe I’m waiting for the morning And I’ve gone too far often I’m going to throw down again I’m going to throw [Interlude: Sample] "Since I was 15 I have been waiting where is he Who the white guy That only happens in fairy tail My head hurts Do you ever think that we are the white knights And we are the ones that have to save ourselves That is so depressing" [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] I vow to never kill again Scare of cops spin a friend I grabbed the murder weapon I’m off the grid Wrap it up buried at the den the movies make it seem so cool Well life really is a sitcom for fools Should like to coat over debate I’m like yea Stay true to the program even though I know I hate them it’s the same Ah to bear some young ladies is a pain We remain lonely until we remain for The rest of our day like lone star The oldest story in the book What a goof it’s always nice until you get to the It’s missing just right now No future now first it is self now Them I’t you of all these fear these everlove Of all this love while I’m up on the loophole Scared scared there’s a terry in place to be I got people that do some other terrible things To me another ice cream and A terrible place for me These dreams left a whole lot stream for me I think I know my place in this rat race I need to just call the quits and say thanks Who finished last is the realest of the Illest And I keep them running and together they are Given a name [Chorus: Jean Grae] Maybe I’m waiting for the morning And I’ve gone too far often I’m going to throw down again I’m going to throw Maybe I’m waiting for the morning And I’ve gone too far often I’m going to throw down again I’m going to throw Uh OhThat is great Good for you OK, get out of the way though Thank you Excuse me, excuse me Been a long time (yes) shouldn't have left you Without a dope beat to step to Say uh, shouldn't have left you Without a dope beat to step to, sayin' (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) C'mon, the word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yeah, y'know you heard of that (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh! Uh, you know the word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yes, I know you heard of that Psychopath, ride a tricycle in a biker's club Mike Tyson face tatted addict, like it rough Hey scatterbrain, don't get your gray matter punched up 'Til you hunched, talk-talkin' like you punch drunk One love, two maybe if I'm drunk enough Naked watchin' three painted ladies do the bump and rub Mean muggin' Jean, the Heebs call meshugenah Bookin' her in the Catskills like "look at her rap skills!" He's rockin' a backpack, a nerd in the rat pack Jean Martine de Begerac, you heard of her murder rap I murder rap, you learn it, confirm it and burn its audio Music for your convertible, music for burnin' cardio! Don't use it for burners, they'll find me in your stereo And blame me for the murders, lock me up and get me carried off I know I said murder befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder Make it fo', insert a learning curve Mine is so high you get vertigo, assertive girl a-fern a blow Eternally superlative, blindfolded learn to drive At night up on a girder bridge, heard a "NO!" Talib dirty nervousness, yes the boys are back Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's ? rap star Teeny rock star, minus the f'real and all the cop cars Rocks off, lock bars with the realest (hach-too) in the spot Really y'all should get on your knees and just pray for forgiveness sayin' [Chorus] (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh, you heard of that (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh you heard of that oh (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said uh oh (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that oh (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said uh oh (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that, oh I'm a, man of God who asked the Devil for some face time It's shade time you never see him comin' cause you fake, blind The mainline, Bloods are wavin' flags like K'Naan Crips throwin' gang signs, the beast in the street Bearin' teeth like a canine, low like the bassline Jean and Kwe' think alike like great minds The crown is on my head, what makes you think that you can take mine? They know they'll never win but still they racist like a hate crime Runnin' track like Tyra in Higher Learning We bleeding gasoline so we keepin' the fire burnin' We speedin' like Valvoline and we speak fo' a higher purpose You believe in magazines that deliver entire sermons Give me some Vaseline cause your shit is dryer than deserts You never fired a weapon in your life So picturin' yourself as a gangster the only way that you shootin' And my intelligent design is a product of evolution Psychotic, erotic, catch phrases just to, get at your girl Create solutions for a digital world So baby even when I'm spittin' game I'm addin' on Rappers goin' hard pure for the dope, I got an acronym for Capricorn Said to them prepared, rigorous, innovative Captivatin', ordinary, regular, nigga just Throwin' daily your chick goin' crazy yo Handle her like Chelsea Lately Rockin' the fresh kicks like you felt her baby We'll wait until you done bein' whack We got every hand up from the front to the back If you wonderin' why you just dressin' funny in rap You need attention dog, there ain't no more, money in rap So if you're mixin' with Garage Band, videos on the Flip cam I'm a big fan you got more heart than Bret, he hitman But shit damn, it's the pinnacle, it gets no better I'm boastin', but still stay humble Never spinnin', I'm always coastin' [Chorus] Soda & Soap[Verse One: Masta Ace] I met this girl named Fantasy on wall street From Tahedi, real Tahesian treat She had a lot of "pep see" honey was peace And she told me she liked my smile like shy niece She danced at this club and made the guys holler And in a "minute made" like a thousand dollars The club that was run by "Mr. Schweppes", he had a rep And everybody watched they step Cuz word on the street was he was no joke Had everything from crack, marijuana to "coke" Later at the club saw this guy named Wayne Who always bettin' money on the Giants game As soon as it's on yo I stayed away Cuz he the type who "welches" a bet and won't pay I keep tryin' to tell him be a straight stepper Somebody gonna "slice" him and send him a "Dr. Pepper" Went to the bar checked the score Got the bartender told him what to pour He put it on my "tab" as he filled my cup And told me the game was tied "7up" Around 12 o'clock she came out to dance Had all the guys pushing just to have a chance To spend a little money trying to see the rest She was blessed, in an "orange crushed" velvet dress But I stayed by the bar cuz I already know how it go I already saw the show See I went to a club like this in Toronto And came back from "Canada dry" with no dough And ever since then I see and see clear You never find love in this atmosphere Sometimes you gotta find a better place to be in Maybe go to a "mountain do" a little skiing So I finished up my drink and I said goodbye And got home before the "sun kissed" the sky No matter where you from or which way you leaning Now goin' pop got a whole new meaning [Chorus: Jean Grae] Don't you know we got a lot in here Wanna be a part of what we got in here Sorta like we got the whole block in here No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap I just hope you know, it don't stop [Verse Two: Masta Ace] The Y2k is a brand new "era" I'm tryin' to make hits like Yogi Berra I wonder how long I'll be in this biz Cuz it's not all "cheer" like you think it is There's a whole lot to "gain" but a lot to lose Just ask any rapper who paid dues Everybody now and then bound to struggle I just grab my wife and we lay and "snuggle" We talk about the "ivory" coast how one day We gonna sail on the "tide" and get "whisk"ed away Look up at the stars 'til the crack of "dawn" Hold up I never leave your side for long But for now I keep on making you "bounce" And make "sure" something in my checking accounts Grab my cell phone and then start to "dial" Take a look at my life and start to smile It's funny how the game make you change your tone Cuz the "joy" of my life is the microphone So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing Gettin' the green nahimean getting it clean [Chorus: Jean Grae] Don't you know we got a lot in here Wanna be a part of what we got in here Sorta like we got the whole block in here No it ain't Nelly but it's "Hot In Here", we got it locked in here Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go Bubble like the soda kinda like the soap I just hope you know, it don't stop NothingMake me wanna sa-- Sometimes, time don't let shit be done Sometimes, your mind won't let shit go Even if it's what you want, we know Hearts don't give a good gatdamn, what you want What do you need from me? Feels like the right thing to ask while we're here at the top of the road But, I don't know I don't know Rather say: Nothing Nothing Nothing Shit I was doing fine spending time getting fucked up Finding my peace.... Alone Guess it's never gonna be a good time Cause time don't give a good gatdamn what you want What do you need from me? Feels like a good time to ask since we're here at the top of the road But I don't know Man, I don't know I'd rather say: Nothing Nothing Nothing Saying it won't is only making it worse I need to control it Nothing goes bad Put it away (and it goes down) Saying it won't is only making it worse I need to control it Nothing goes bad Put it away And it goes down And it goes down And it goes down Mean Jean (B Day Edition)I'm better than you (She's Jean Grae) What else does she do (I don't know) Well she will Break your face You made her wait Way too damn long You suck (Spirit fingers) Take my time (Two thousand) And take (and nine) Your fans (Is going to suck for you guys) And make them mine (You suck) Hey, back at the gate with a red cape and a full flask 20 Red Bulls ready to thrash in this bull fight You bullshite, bull ish, couple of bulldykes See I got bigger balls, probably get bigger applause The strapped on dick and balls is bigger, thicker than yours Probably fit in your jaws while you licking it off Think of all the liquor you're poured Bottles infinite, models you scored Limited models it caused Bought pause in your court dates [?] Reminisce about the whores, you hate to date 'em The tours and vacations you buy tickets and take 'em on Don't gag, take it all, relax your mind Shake it off, go to a safe place in your mind With your boys with your toys with an autotune I don't know huh, you inaudible, don't talk with your mouth full Don't you look adorable Tears streaming down, heels leaning up, knees on the ground, meals streaming upwards Upchuck and get slapped until your face hurts Should grab your neck and slam your face up into the base word Isn't Grae absurd, make you go ape ish Till you swallow every word, I'm back in the game Hail to the nerd Yes. Tattoos Hurt.That's such a good question, really glad you asked Yes, all my tattoos really, really hurt Because they are real tattoos They're done with needles that go into your skin They pierce it again and, well, that is That is how you get a tattoo No, it doesn't mean than I like pain That is just the process of getting one So, yes, it hurts to get a tattoo August 20th[Verse 1] It's a spiritual advice So I’m always home Like I took everything in And that’s the coming home I am here and because We seen all the real things And that’s what makes me different [Verse 2] August 2013, the sun fell Shot through the atmosphere with a running veil Dropped through the sky and landed in my heart, square And possibly am not speaking for physically here Hit the floor with the force of Asgard's hammer Hot sauce, it open forth like I'm hiding on the fourth And elius on the Koch arrow With the cops staring with them Blocks glaring rocks selling Breath leaving me like it’s autumn Caught up for this moment But this feeling is falling off Don’t know who I am in the Moment I don’t know who I am In the moment this voice keeps Talking on [Verse 3] My spirit talks into a crawl space Door left infloated in infinite all states Undefinable anesthetic just coursed Through me and the person I thought Would suit me sat across the room I came through the glue and felt the Fabric of my heart strings Spitting hard disintegrating into Dark matters but come start these missiles As my soul spasmed saw the God particle Visible I can’t stand up as the darkness crept Into me and my bond shadowed kept on Losing it again and moving automatic Washing dishes as my vision blurred Robotic status mixing with slipping in bitches On the mattress living bullet shot into my wound And hit the skin and tore the way inside And ripped my flesh apart and targeted my Inner child left her on the side of the road Bitch is bleeding out let my evening Breathe it out [Outro: Sample] No time for dying Just stay with me So maybe seem to lose You went to college That is the way it was And she say you should Know your place she Know your place and You find your place I know things that I Was not supposed to know I don’t like people who are Listening and I really think about What advice don’t know what To do but I do nothing that I Want to do They want something from us So you know what I use to Just you know no one really Gave a damn whether I was Singing or not right But I used the place Platform and I went against it And I said I’m going to sing A couple songs every night When was I introduced in 1963 Looking Free[Verse: Quelle Chris] I pray to you father gee Oh engineer to take these clouds away Keep asking for back taxes I could do for brighter days What you see is make believe Sometimes I just sit and cry When it comes to DNA life this is him and saving life We celebrate big baby Jesus On November 10 and 5 My last time they laid me off Unemployment kept me high I give thanks to marijuana from the streets of legalize Since I trust in form a balance whether [?] trial I could use a fucking hug or a fucking a good bye Time ain’t never been on my side Even though I’ve spent it all my life Look at me look at me Living fly living free Doing anything I want Getting nothing that I need Look bro this ain’t fucking prison This is peace look how the folks living We got [?] by the boatloads and it’s free Hope you ain’t planning to age old gracefully [Chorus: Quelle Chris] Look at me looking free [x33] Look at me [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Every day I wake up Wonder why I’m waking up Every fucking time I’m waking up Ain’t no time debating bro I made this bed with an understanding that everything’s safer Neighbors are asking favors facing the choice of the reaper Self disciplinarian no boss to plan Ain’t nobody gonna care when you’re forgetting my name I wish for hours and clocking and lunch and Office parties I wish for flowers and docking for punching late and tardy I cry when I ride free fall It’s got a start and ending You disbelieve I'm free though The worst of the job is pretending Grass greener get your glass cleaner wash your house Scheming and arena where there’s never ours But look at me looking free Easing down the road Breathing now seeing amazing things wielding the globe Look at me looking free, looking free, right? [Chorus: Jean Grae] Look at me looking free [x8] [Outro: Sample] "When you are in a creative industry And when you are taking it upon yourself to do your own work and do your own thing That is a scary scary thought People make the assumption that because I have a fun job And because I get to go and meet these people that I must be happy This is someone with a tattoo of my face on their arm This is very strange and very surreal But it did not really make me feel like I had any word But there are so many things that people don’t talk about when they are in their jobs They don’t talk about their amazing careers and they don’t put it on Facebook How actually you can cry at night about how hard it is to take that passion And turn that into a career when that passion is all you have in life What happens when all of a sudden that passion has to pay your rent" Henn Rock Blues[Verse One – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] To hell with gold and riches, niggas and bitches Don't even want 'em—all I need is you (I love you too) See, we was meant to be. Eventually, we man and wife Livin’ in sin for years, chillin’ like shots of gin and beers You the one who gets me high when I need it We fight when we're together. Cry sometimes, but never sever ties Where would I be without you in the club with me? At home, stuck up in the zone, straight pissy We shifty. Together, we're complete—there's no other one for me I smoke sometimes but really prefer your company (You don't really mean that) Yes I do. Baby, listen. Who keeps you in the cup and never on the floor? Who's checking for you soon as I'm walking up in the door? Who never stopped asking you, "Baby, give me some more?" Please, I love the way you pour out whether store bought or free It's just you and me (Say my name, say my name!) Brown and beautiful, smooth, intoxicating It's illegal but still holding you in the street We play until the bar close I take you home. You taste sweet Except for that part where I throw you up all over my clothes [Hook – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] Yo, I got this problem (what?). Can you help me? (Why? She's in love with the bottle of the Hennessy) The shit just ain't right, I gotta make it stop (Ayo, she in love with the bottle of the Henn Rock Ayo, you can't be with me. Bitch, you must be tipsy) But I'm love with the bottle of the Hennessy (Yo girl, this shit ain't right. Yo, you gotta make it stop) But I'm love with the bottle of the Henn Rock [Verse Two – Lord Sear] Hey, what's up? How ya feel? You're cold, looking hot It's your main shit stain, the big Henny Rock Why don't you cop a squat and sit right next to me So we can talk about the birds and the bees Let me grab on those tits and you can grab on these Sexually and mentally, I love yo steez When you drink a fifth of me right in the club You didn't need no motherfucking cup That's what I like about you—you don't give a fuck Yo, I gotta get with you, girl—that's a must Even though the night is about to end You know you walking out with your main man Henn The realest of the real, the coolest of the cool When you drink a shot of me, it goes down smooth So hey baby girl, I know you ain't no fool It's almost that time, so what we gon' do? [Verse 3 – Jean Grae] I know this after fo' spot that's banging Maybe we'll do a little drunk karaoke singing You got me stumbling, spitting, and cursing All up in my 40 nursing Swerving into people, pissin’ on the church when We spendin’ the night. I'm never light weight We, like, date-every evening. Fiending for you like a junkie demon So let's collaborate and go to bars and break rules Smash bats and cars and shit. You the only one I wanna be with [Hook – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] Yo, I got this problem (what?). Can you help me? (Why? She's in love with the bottle of the Hennessy) The shit just ain't right, I gotta make it stop (Ayo, she in love with the bottle of the Henn Rock Ayo, you can't be with me. Bitch, you must be tipsy) But I'm love with the bottle of the Hennessy (Yo girl, this shit ain't right. Yo, you gotta make it stop) But I'm love with the bottle of the Henn Rock [Verse Three – Jean Grae and Lord Sear] [Lord Sear] Hey baby, that's cool. I wanna be with you, boo Henny Rock anytime, any day after school Beginning of the church, even the early morn' Henny gon' be with you till the day is dawn [Jean Grae] You made me hurl. You made me snuff my girl You made me even curse my moms, but you still my world I love the way you smell, the way you give 'em hell And if I cheat on you, know that I got to tell [Lord Sear] Ayo, you bugging out right now ‘cause you ain't telling nobody This a fifth of liquor you talking to—this ain't Bacardi This motherfuckin' Henny Rock. Cool out and chill Can I see you next week around five until? [Jean Grae] If I could marry you and go up on a honeymoon Put you in a glass, dance to our favorite tune But it could never happen with us—I know we can't do it (why?) Well for one, I'm human and you're fluid [Hook – Jean Grae and (Lord Sear)] Yo, I got this problem (what?). Can you help me? (Why? She's in love with the bottle of the Hennessy) The shit just ain't right, I gotta make it stop (Ayo, she in love with the bottle of the Henn Rock Ayo, you can't be with me. Bitch, you must be tipsy) But I'm love with the bottle of the Hennessy (Yo girl, this shit ain't right. Yo, you gotta make it stop) But I'm love with the bottle of the Henn Rock I want it all[Verse 1] Tell me who you want me to be I want to capture it all Tell me what you want me to see I will just see through it all Cause I've been there And I don't drive around that easy Cause [?] I want it all [Hook] [Verse 2] I'll tell you how I want it to be I don't care for your thoughts at all I'll tell you how [?] Don't tell me I'm wrong Cause I've been there And I don't drive around that easy I want you back This time I want it all I've been there And I don't drive once easy I want you back Trilogy part Duh - The StreetHave you ever considered using your inner monologue Have you contemplated deep in your words inside your craw Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think I don't know if these new things, they're called thoughts It's sounds crazy, maybe just hear me out 'Cause I don't wanna hear you anymore Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think Think about it, think about it, think about it, just think Don't gotta say all of the things inside your mind What type of response were you expecting from me And has that shit ever worked before? Wha-, what? When did I get ugly? I'm ugly now? Oh, well guess what though Hey (Oh, I'm still the same) Nothing's changed except you Hey (Oh, I'm still the same) Yeah, I'm still slappin' Still the same, still look exactly the same I'm still on my way to do laundry Hold U[It's the way I hold you (x7)] [Masta Ace] I will never forget the day that we first met I wasn't even feelin you then but worse yet I was all up in the mix with one of your friends And when you seen us you would always give me one of your grins Like if I only knew what I was missin I would quit kissing on this chick and change my position I really thought you and my man was a better match I never thought you was the type that I could catch I used to see you out in the park with different cats Them big willie types that rocked them pimp hats Had every other guy on the block trying to get you Wishing that they had that rap to get with you Felt you was out of my league Its like if you was silk and linen then I was fatigue I never would have pictured you and me together But its like the way I hold you we was meant to be together Come on [Chorus] [It's the way I hold you (x8)] The way I hold you it feels so good (yeah) I don't ever wanna let you go(a-ha) Can't see you with nobody else, (no) I just really had to let you know,(yeah) It's the way I hold you It's the way I hold you It's the way I hold you [Masta Ace] Now I spend most of my time just being with you Early on I was afraid to be seen with you Cuz I knew cats would do anything they could To stop us from being together, its all good They was mad cuz I got you and they didn't Some even tried to approach me I'm not kidding Had to be ten times I got into a fight With niggas tried to say I wasn't hitting it right - They kept on hating just kept on waiting Hoping that we'd break up but we kept dating Never knew it would be so hard to be with you I should make it easy on my self and just quit you [Make it easy on myself x2) I need to make it easy on my self Yup, I need to make it easy on my self Yup, I need to make it easy on my self And just leave you alone No Wait! When I hold you if feels so great I realize and recognize that you're my soul mate Its us forever had to let you know Its like I told you imma hold you never let you go Come on [Chorus] [Jean Grae] One-Two check it You should have known from way back I tried to amp you Try to speak on your skillz when other niggas felt me But you know that if you wasn't with me they can't even hear you right And if you try to snatch me up it'd probably turn into a fight I been through my phases with cats and shakes I know you seen me chillin' with fake players Who tried to grab me in the club and dance with me on the stage in gators They say you just hatin -you jealous of the money that they're makin Peep stripper broads, thugs in golds and punks Cats would front, get me high with all the smoke from the blunts Its not love its just lust They always put me down when shit gets rough I can't do it alone, I need someone to hold me right tell me their feelings Speak on us to they boys, that's why we dealin Niggas startin rumors like we ain't chilling or split up When you've been writing poems for me just to shut they lip up And there's still cats who try to touch me when they spot me alone Try to tap me just to see if im turned on But it's the way you speak to me Its like we on the same frequency And when you hold me, you make peak Come on [Chorus] Bout U[Verse 1:] If I told you last week, every second of the day If I don't got a clue, would it be (Baby yeah) We love you sometimes [?] Baby yeah (You may think) You think I'm funny Like every time I get around you I just got stuttered in my speech (Baby yeah) And I can't stop thinking about you But you still stay out of reach Baby yeah [Chorus:] [x2] Can't stop fucking thinking about you Can't stop fucking thinking about you Can't stop thinking about fucking you Can't stop thinking about fucking you [Verse 2:] If I told you I still [?] (Baby yeah) We all need something inside [?] Talking into you (Baby yeah) Now wait a minute (you may think) You may think I'm playing [?] I can't stop talking in my sleep (Baby yeah) Cannot stop fucking thinking about you But you still stay out of reach, yeah Baby yeah [Chorus] [x2] My Angel Is You[Intro] Yeah, Yeah La la la la la, la la la la la Mmm, yeah La la la la la, la la la la la [Verse 1] Okay, this is the one now, I can finally write it down It's a requirement I lay it down on this papyrus Take number three, must say it properly I could not possibly not drop philosophy About your Excalibur, sword in the stone Character strong, black, the bomb Like double 4 calibers cock-back and blown When the whole world's on top of me You always know the right words to keep stopping me From going, a pearl with a diamond stuck in it But a girl like me was unsure of infinite bliss But you broke the myth and closed the drift 'twixt my heart and my senseless, defenseless left But best friends became [?] [?] intensive trauma, wear armor Plus, come on, you're my personal Father Future children call you father Thank God for you [Chorus] When this world gets me goin' mad Everything turns dark shades of blue And the light turns to darkness Just when I think I'll never make it through You save me, my angel is always you Anything I can say never Makes you think that I'm crazy I'm always yours forever Now pass that little thing known as time You save me, my angel is always you [Verse 2] Yeah, I had a bout of paranoia, won't lie About [?] experience one time Baggage was serious, marriage, I could've never done it I wanted trust, but in the truth, man, I was always runnin' out of habit Folk's passion, I thought their crushin' brought it automatic I sought relationships that'd turn dramatic Your patience is the shit, I've learned to pull the brakes And then the word "relax" and live it day to day And I know I'm crazy, but you put up With all my insecurities I got a ton of Plus the way you pursued just made me lose The tough cool wall I put up to a-avoid the scrapes and bruises Your smile brings me back from the break of a place where Ain't sunshine, I used to live most of my days there We met through the music, mutual friends we cool with I never guessed that you could save me from this world, the cruelest But now I'm blessed with an angel that's just as silly stupid When Cupid shot us a thousand arrows we dropped into it [?] and we spoon in the night I can't believe you're finally here I used to dream what you'd be like And when we move and get private moments I promise From the bottom of my heart I'll be honest and always do my part We'll maintain the dividends, see what tomorrow brings He changed everything, can't wait for the wedding ring [Chorus] When this world gets me goin' mad Everything turns dark shades of blue And the light turns to darkness Just when I think I'll never make it through You save me, my angel is always you Anything I can say never Makes you think that I'm crazy I'm always yours forever Now pass that little thing known as time You save me, my angel is always you Very Sad Things[Intro: Storytelling Skit] Teacher: Ahem. Hi, kids. Today, we have a special guest for story time Student: Bo-ring Student: I don’t want to stay here. This sucks Teacher: Ms. Jean Grae. Go ahead, Ms. Grae. They’re all yours Student: Can I go the nurse’s office? Teacher: Listen, Bobby, sit down Jean Grae: OK, OK Student: You’re not Eve Jean Grae: No, I’m not Eve. Hehe Student: Can I go to the bathroom? Teacher: No, you can’t go the bathroom Jean Grae: Anyway, I’ve got a little story to tell. Everybody just settle down. Here we go [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Black Nova rims. Sun shining, ’99 summertime June 4th, 85 on I-95 North Headed back, sitting down. Two bodies in the trunk Hostage in the backseat. Breast stopped beating Take her in the bushes, peeing. Black-tank-top-sporting .44, toting two 9s, glove box, fly’s open Gas, slow cash flow, hostage in Krylon Coat on the dashboard, smoking a glass-closed cockpit Passenger’s seat holding the icepick The blood splash, the seat’s drenched in plasma Girl gasp while the punk scream. She got asthma Crying teen out the window pronto Exhale deep thoughts in the backseat console Close it up, choke her out, laugh ‘til it hurts Dump her on the side of the road. Fuck it, throw the car in a Lake most shallow, carve three notches in my face Head up to the church in a small town, blaze it Run while it burn, break into a near basement Torch it. Two pyro acts. Sit on the lawn Watching people scatter out, pop ‘em one by one ‘Cause I’m lawless, where random acts of violence soothe me Then I pause, pull the .44 and cock it to me Then I launch lead straight and paint the grass red Story time over. Game over. Kids, the end [Interlude 1: Storytelling Skit] Teacher: Haaa! I am so offended Jean Grae: Yeah. You like the story? Student: Can I pee? Teacher: I’ve never been so shocked in my life Jean Grae: I’m for the kids. (*Crying*) Shut up! [Hook: Jean Grae and Students] (x2) It’s bad things. Very bad things So be scared, get prepared for what’s happening Grab your dolls and your teddy bears, everything Check your beds and your closets and play things And parents. It’s bad dreams. Very bad things Very bad things. Very bad things (I’m scared) [Interlude 2: Storytelling Skit] Jean Grae: Oh, look at me. I’m just a little kid. I can’t take the story. Shut up and listen to the story! You wanted a story? Here’s the story. Listen, damn it! Student: I want my mommy! Student: Can I go home now? [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Jenny was an A student on the way to school She passed a van and a man jumped out Offered her candy, said he handed it out to good girls and Can she take a ride with him and his daughter Nancy? But Jenny’s not stupid, so she walks along On the side of the road alone, looking for cops. The van Drives off. Jenny’s scared, screeches occur Her lunchbox drops. She stoops. Hands grab, she’s snatched In the front of the van, she sits tied up While twelve kids pile, playing backseat driver They drive for days and eat nothing but some Blow Pops Sodapops, Ritz, and Lays, and many Kids pass out. Jenny doesn’t. Tend to your cousin Plenty tears. Plenty cussing. Plenty fussing Plenty beaten. Plenty molested. Plenty bussing Jenny missing two weeks. She getting weak. Four Kids pass. Snatch five more from the streets He wears a mask at night. A fucking bastard case He should be shot to death. He should be locked away So Jenny’s got the plan, gathers up the kids When he sleeps, creeps up, gets a knife and jigs Screams, “It’s not right!” Stops him. “Everybody Run for your life!” (So what happened?) The cops never got him (No!) [Hook: Jean Grae and Students] (x2) It’s bad things. Very bad things So be scared, get prepared for what’s happening Grab your dolls and your teddy bears, everything Check your beds and your closets and play things And parents. It’s bad dreams. Very bad things Very bad things. Very bad things (I’m scared) [Interlude 3: Storytelling Skit] Jean Grae: Yeah, I know you’re scared. All right. I, I’m leaving... No, I’m not. I’m just kidding. There’s another one and this one’s worse than the others. Little Susie, dry your eyes. Aww, look at you. Did Jenny pass out? Ho ho! Funny! Let’s go! [Verse 3: Jean Grae] New town, new kid, new victim At school. Billy Smith, the son of a dentist Wears braces, wack shoes, tight laces When he eats, the kid makes funny faces Taped glasses. Likes his math classes No friends. They just stay kicking his ass. This One kid play nice with him. Mike Pippen Billy’s mom invites him over for chicken And stovetop stuffing—you know, real suburban House picket fence, white dog, mom in apron say “Dinnertime, boys.” Billy just run upstairs “I got toys!” Mike follows. They playing With Jango and Solo, Jabba and Yoda Giggling, beating up Leia and Amidala “Billy, come downstairs. It’s your father” They break north down the stairs. Intercom buzzes Billy’s dad rushes in, grabs Mike Knocks him ‘til his head just pops right in One hour later, they all sitting ‘round the dinner table Minus Mike, who’s getting carved up lovely Served with a little rice pilaf and bubbly [Interlude 4: Storytelling Skit] Student: What happened to him? Jean Grae: Oh no, that means they ate him, kids Student: No! Jean Grae: They carved him up and ate him like the little boy that he was [Hook: Jean Grae and Students] (x2) It’s bad things. Very bad things So be scared, get prepared for what’s happening Grab your dolls and your teddy bears, everything Check your beds and your closets and play things And parents. It’s bad dreams. Very bad things Very bad things. Very bad things (I’m scared) [Outro: Storytelling Skit] Jean Grae: So kids, tell all your parents to go out and cop that new Jean Grae album, play it right before you go to bed. Love ya. See you later. Sorry, your teacher’s waiting. Some things have to happen. Alright. Good night Student: I don’t want to go to school again Student: My mom is gonna beat you up! Cliche[Verse 1:] You dyed my heart in a rainbow Feelings and colors are the same I never thought it was simple The joy in just saying your name (Love) in your orbit I'm your satellite (Oh) Above the clouds, out of sight I never thought I could feel this way Unexpected just like how people say (Love) Makes me want to sing this to the world (Love) Makes me wanna [Chorus:] Love, homes in all types of shapes and shades and colors You know how this feels, la la la…la I know it kinda feels strange You say that my heart skipped a beat, two beats The moment you came my way, la la la…la [Verse 2:] I can admit I was cynical But you can release believe that I was to blame Years of learning to let It go (Oh) so I won't just live in the pain of love Unexpected broke the paradigm, till I was yours You are mine I never thought I could feel this way Unexpected just like how people say I could give up, but don't Maybe a little bit of bustling, hustling Little scissors of hope Never doubt, we just go We get high, we get by, we get down low We get bit, we get die, we get grown low We get life, we get a little better together We can hope, I get you, you get me, we get through We get when everybody never wanted us to be the better two I hope forever's really the infinite years we representing too Cause now we been together since any place We already know [Chorus] [Instrumental] [Outro:] [x2] Put your hands in the air If you ever love to someone Inhale, exhale if you ever love someone (The moment you came) What Ya Gonna Do[Intro] Hey-hey Hey-hey-hey, hey, it's okay I went back And now I'm better, come on, give it to me, let's go (Yeah) [Verse 1] I got lost, caught up, but I'm back with a force And a plan still enforced, y'all better switch yours Niggas lame like the door sample said Jean sampled bread once, I can't front, I need to get ahead (Head) Not like hoes kneel to get ahead (Oh, okay) I hustle, deal 'til I break through for real (C'mon) I'm punchy, your walls won't hold me, your boxes won't Stop this rock on its way to obnoxious I need to prosper while I preach the gospel (Uh-huh) It's a truth and in the booth I'm impossible On the stage, on the page it's hot so Dance to it like it's footloose, white boy Shake it with them crazy moves, go on And I can't stand in your shoes You ain't know, I planted the clues Damage your crew, steady dismantling you I panhandle this product if need be (Uh-huh) And I'm smart enough to know the industry needs me I've grown a lot, the show's hot, niggas don't sleep The poster chizzle for toast without holding heat closely Watch me run up in your posse You'll get gassed like the Nazis did I catch flak like Roberta done dropped and shit I'm loose lipped so I use it to abuse the music Leave the track bruised up, all the tracks used up With the headphones slapped and the volume crunk So it blasts much better in the truck (Oh, what?) I'm closer this year, New York shed a tear Give it up (What ya gonna do?) When they try to take your shit from ya? [Verse 2] Been a cold winter, 'bout to be a hot summer And you wondering where Jean is coming from, don't I propose we worry about where we gonna go Turn your stereo up We're one step from spaghetti-O pants shredded but we better, though Not a lot of cheddar but now I gotta make the dough Steady grind, mind slipping into petty crime Bet me I'm not gon' last, have you paying out your ass With your game face wrapped in a cask' (Come on) The same place that I'm rapping from Will snatch your tongue and bite it off and snap, you're done I like drastic moves, nigga, run your shoes, no? (What?) What ya gonna do? (Really, what would you do?) [Verse 3] If I told you in one breath That my mission is to be the best Would you mind your business or be impressed? Brush it off, dismiss? Now that's a test (Are you being for real Jean?) Yes, the real dream Is the field goal kick with a team, no less And I'm not playing this just for kicks, though Slay this shit 'til I kicks and lay low I say so, but some days I fell off From this day on I'ma stay the course Never again play soft, every rhyme is the playoffs Every time must be memory line sprayed off You will remember me I am a contender contrary to what you get generally (Uh-huh) I'll take time, let it sink in, nah You gotta free your mind to the thinking part You gotta get the signs I'm freaking off So much shit that my voice starts peaking off Need this music as much as you I'm a fan, goddamn it, and I love it, too (So) Wave your hands like the Sandman's coming through But all cheers man, we don't want the boos In fact, fuck that, get up and clap your paws together Make noise like we wet up the floor Better, wake up y'all like a Spike Lee flick Good morning, boys, I'm the type you leave with I'm on it (What ya gonna do?), yeah, man [Verse 4] What ya gonna do when the sky starts falling? I'll be out on the corner yes, y'allin' (Yes, yes) 'Til the block caves and buildings smack pavement And onlookers gaze in amazement, it's hypnotism Just hitting the rhythm, I fuck songs All up in the bars like prisons are up yours (Like 7Up) And Grae got infinite new ways Every minute to infiltrate strongarm, eat your spinach The confidence won't be diminished Go longer from start to finish, now (You sparked the inner child) It's dark with an innocent smile Park your whips, light spliffs, listen in for a while, c'mon What ya gonna do? (That was the last hook, jam on it) [Outro] Cinnamon Uh, that's it, ain't five verses C'mon, man Cut it out This fade out With the no shit-talkin' outro, watch NeckfaceMan, it's business as usual But trap pubical dirt, that's beautiful Pass me you'll see Rasputin at work A fast, furious, mad curious mind Slant Manchurian eyes Slap jaw, give a hacksaw lover Burgle a bank robber Bumble his plan, invert his revolver Body bag and tag anonymous man Brag? I promise to I'mma do shit that makes you wish you would've been The human shield for Amadou Bitch please, my sixteen spit pristine Like the mouth on a debutante named Christine Jean, hurricane name, unattained fame, fuck it My son will be the son of a dame who changed the game, fucker From the basement to the Kay Slay shit Lace it, rap braided me a friendship bracelet You lose, I'm just lukewarm My true form will be revealed in a few years When the phoenix swarms I'm three steps ahead of you, please flex The medical needs of need next just to breathe jeez god bless Accomplice none, I'm complex, son The confidence of Donald Trump mixed with a convict on the run Compliments of my mama, Miss Benjamin School teacher slash singer slash rule preacher Who bet against her daughter being weaker than her Praise right, trained like fight back Tsidi So I'm quite likely to strike back (damn right) I ain't easy to stomach I make them queasy from it See Greasy causin' discomfort but yo you see they love it And I'm not threatening y'all yet The call y'all get is late fall, 2004, bet Hold up, I sip an XO and then Scratch out your eyes like I'm playing tic toe with them Black pride promoting it, but crass when spoken The Neckface of rap, only New York niggas get that Tag reference, stash weapons with some brash methods 'Til you shitting brass knuckles And your ass pucker's past tense I execute so effortless, the cleverness Misconstrued as ambivalence, you imbeciles High level ground, I'm small But I walk on you heavy George Jefferson, Bentley Eventually you'll get it, potentially a legend Dispense of me never, they'll mention me forever You wanna turn the other cheek in disgust You'll learn Jean Greasy to trust, follow the leader The Band[Verse 1:] Ya big dummies, yeah Jean rock a little girlie shit That's why my nigga Tech be callin me the greasy pimp That's why we gotta open bars, snatch tips and bail Like Jeanie's on a date with fuckin' Dave Chappelle, hell I always been cool That's why I move With a small razor Taped to the back of the front tooth That's why I dance hard Jean, doing the running man in the middle of the dance floor Game's so cunning And that's why I'm so cool with restroom attendants On request, they'll lock you in and hot jock your pendants Knock, knock, 'til you're blue, like the Titanic necklace Meanwhile, I'm outside tagging names on your Benzes Then everybody but my peoples starts to file in And that's when niggas get tired and start wildin' And then the cops come through and shut the club down And that's when I turn around and blame it on you, ow! [Hook:] That's why You could never fuck with Jean That's why Y'all ain't nothin' to me That's why I don't give a damn about a team, nigga I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down [Verse 2:] (This bitch spilled a drink on my clothes!) See, that's why I told you not to fuck with hoes! That's why I keep my business clean I done dirt, trust, flirted with the burden of retarded things That's why the weed only contacts like osmosis And if I smoke I'll only do it in small doses Prognosis She's iller than these niggas the streets feel her And so I keep a distance between me and the heat spillers That's why there's no beef, only buzz Won't stop 'til I reach MTV or bust That's why you need me Please believe me God, Greasy could have gone these other hoes' routs too easy That's why you should've known I was approaching fast That's why I see you in the road and step on the gas Hard like NASCAR, speed, and toss your weave back And keep gunnin' 'til the fender dents your knees back [Hook 2:] That's why You could never fuck with Jean That's why Y'all ain't nothin' to me That's why I don't give a damn about a team, nigga I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down That's why You could never fuck with Jean That's why Y'all ain't nothin' to me That's why I don't give a damn about a team, nigga I been running things since I came up on the scene, get down [Verse 3:] Alright, Jean is chillin' All of y'all, chillin' What more can I say? Stop grillin' me nigga! I get a drink and fill it with Stoli Vanilla And paint thinner And send it to your table with dinner And that's why you should never cross me Mark the back of your leather with yellow Xs so the target is clearer That's why Jean snuck a fuckin' sword in the club Start carving you up And not miss a step, thank you Compliments of the Grae Miss, her statements Are blatant but I love her, God, I hate her placement Hatred That's why I'm on the motherfuckin' A-list Make you lose faith Like Biggie or a hundred atheists Seek refuge, move like a bunch of Haitians See, that's why I don't be coming out I lose my patience Too cool and collected Come boost, with a steady arm See that's why Jean be out, quick, I get it? Gone Putition[Verse:] Hey, bring it on (and on and on ...and on, yeah) I got a secret, it's a feeling that you want to put it on me But you keep on playing I'm on you like you were made of one big chocolate treat Just for me, yeah All night, all right my baby What you, what you want tonight, baby Baby bring it on (and on and on ...and on, yeah) I'm on you like you were made of one big chocolate treat Just for me Yeah, (bring it on) Whoa, why you play with me I claim, (bring it on) I got a secret, it's a feeling that you want to put it on me But you keep on playing Bring it on (and on and on ...and on, yeah) Bring it on The Range[Verse:] [?] I get laid now Wanted it to be my way But time won't take it Baby erase all the rules, yes Never did well until Maybe just a fool You , you, range [?] What you mean to me You, you range Won't you be with me now I won't take offense Baby where we go wrong, ask me bout love Always is giving hard Maybe he's the, star of SFSCSeem so composed, I know the notes I wrote in theory Repose... I wish I knew more often than I take it… nearly Laid in between the sheets in discord of who I am and what my colors bleed And in the end I know you'll never give me all the things I need So far, so close, so far So close So far, so close So far, so close I know I pick the bones I could have left alone... In theory No one has traveled this road even though they still stand near me Caught in between hope and a dream Though it seems to most that I can see it Most of these days, morning rays, I've come to deathly fear them I'm... There's always tomorrow There's always tomorrow There's always tomorrow There's always tomorrow There's always tomorrow There's always tomorrow Iwanteweback (Lush Version)[Intro] So dear, so me, so evil you So we are so through There's no need, it's over, me and you [Hook] I want you back Sometimes I do I want you I need you back I want you, boo I want you back I want you, boo Though we ain't loving We ain't fucking We ain't through I want you back I want you back Oh oh oh oh oh I want you back [Verse 1] Sometimes I want you back just to adore you But mostly I just want to destroy you Store you, and call you Murphy as a nickname Wipe the floor with you, you're addicting, dick thing Insane to explain, I know it might sound callous Careless, sadist, I'm a damn lady My fair Jeanie ran on planes in Spain daily Clearly, I'm fairly well-versed in fuckery I should fuck you up for breaking up with me Stain your frame of painted veins I bust with cutlery It's such a shame that you think you're an accessory You're so fucking pedestrian, especially when you're next to me Excuse me, sounding too imposing Fuck it, I'm first class -- I never said I was into coaching You should listen closely, thinking the song's about you It is -- you, him, him, and him mostly Don't choose bad; at times, my choices do betray me Belaboring the point, yeah, maybe I'm sort of faded "I'll maybe call you later, baby"; Lord, you're hated But Lord, of course I'm motivated, low-key hatred Sleeping neighbors choose euthanasia Stay together, trooping through the universe forever I'd rather not be two sedated dapper cadavers I'd rather feel the pain and tell you never feel embarrassed It ain't baggage -- I claim baggage like a name tag It ain't marriage if the gain came through the same fabric Insane to remain average, I can't have it My main habit's to change, it creates havoc You can't fathom a love/hate relation, well Yes you can, guess again -- you've been aceing them Replacing them with lying to yourself or fifty pacing them like Let's get through it, baby And maybe I'm crazy then for being blunt I know what I deserve, know what I want I know that we could never really be a pair I know that sometimes I still want you there I might not like you, our connection's rare I might just spite you, you're never there I like revenge, I love love I'm still evolving, that's some shit that Jean is not above [Hook] [Outro] Before The Summer Broke (All Grown Up Version)[Intro] I spent about a half'a month Thinking about the universal laws of karma, bullshit And all that everybody really wants To contrast to what they need will make you fuckin’ want to fuckin’ pull clips From everything you’ve ever seen Wind it back at half-speed Just to find the part where niggas lied to you So check my scene if it applies to you If not, fuck it; turn it off, bye to you [Verse 1] But anyway, I’m back again Hope you don't miss me, Black FM Feet firmly planted in the clouds as always A sack of dreams deferred, I'll leave em in the hallway Don’t worry, you won’t have to see em Coincidence you want the bars, I want my freedom I guess this is the necessary lead-in Before the scars, loss, boys, feelings oh gosh Know when Jeanie be going in on her demons, how far And not even revealing all the cards I deal, I dealt with blows beyond the belt, pause Shit that if I told you, you’d be drinking like myself, god But I’m all right without a reason to do well, star My Mama was the last thing I wrote the tales for Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm Strapped to my brain and on my back a flamethrower Oh, you love it, what you came for I tell myself that, I don’t really give a fuck what they want But they paying for it, so pay it forward Try to think of it like that to save thoughts I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song Never return and leave the happiest of days more Cause I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for It’s fucking music, what you giving it a name for [Hook x2] I’ve been sayin' everything’s going fine, just takin' some days off Like everything don’t pay it no mind, been puttin' a face on But motherfucker, I’ve been goddamn lyin', I’m takin' the grace off To go back in time, before the summer broke [Verse 2] Well, I guess this is what I aimed for It's fucking music, what you giving it a name for I don’t get what you be putting me in lanes for Never return and leave the happiest of days more I'd be like, I’ll be right back in the same song I try to think of it like that, but it seems wrong Pay it forward, they paying for it I don’t really give a fuck whatever they want They love it right, it’s what you came for I tell myself that, it ain't more Strapped to my brain, on my back a flamethrower Inside I’m tailspinning down with napalm My Mama was the thing I wrote the tales for I’m all right without a reason, doing well, false Shit if I told you you’d be drinking like myself, god How far I got in not revealing all the cards Oh GOSH Got Jeanie dishing on her demons After the scars, loss, boys, feelings I guess this is the necessary heart bleeding You want the bars, I want freedom Dreams deferred, you don’t see ‘em Keeping my word, so no fleeing Feet on the ground, always You can’t stop the wheels of a lost day [Hook] Pay It Forward[Verse 1:] What, your love to me, I'm laid dead Just waiting to see you, talking with you Say you single I don't need nothing else, there's a secret (Full of you, more than love) Now [?] (Full of you, more than love) [?] [Verse 2:] Your love to me, I'm laid dead What, your love to me, I'm laid dead Just waiting to see you, talking with you Say you single I don't need nothing else, there's a secret (Full of you, more than love) Now [?] (Full of you, more than love) [?] Slide[Intro:] I want you I want you unless you want me baby [Verse 1:] Sorry bout your need That don't look good And I give you all that I can give You know that together we could do this now Ask you for [words unclear] [Chorus:] So let’s get the talking, and get down to you and me Let's slide [Verse 2] I need you, need you too I need by you [?] If you talk to me [?] All the things they thought you don't see You know that together we could do this now Let's forever [?] [Chorus] [Outro:] You know together we could Let's slide Oh, we can You know together we could Let's slide Admire QuagmireWaste no time to kick the conversation Man I'm hardly patient like minorities placed in An ENR on the wait list, horribly blatant Like I'm modern RnB I got seniority made Lips spit game quicker, got no time I can play with I'm a Rick James nigga give it to me don't say shit Can truly be basement, red light I might not make a move and be faithful If you move with me graceful Have you move in to Greyskull if you don't ruin the mood And when we rude to get grave skull If you don't catch it too 'cause I'm a feud and a faceful You get canned up great updated like Facebook Forget man's plans like hey look you stay shook as Ali Michael J. Fox, Tone Wop and other infamous from mobs raps Jean poppin' shit a lot, not 'Cause everytime you with the queen you dream of Rocks being copped for the ring Ring finger picture linger in your brain Bring liquor with you if you wish to gain points Not score, maybe I'll get my rocks off And you can get lock jaw but Don no sleep I'm a rock star Minus the coke, even if the finest still nope I get my high on legally, frequently Holy lines of dope require frequency Don't you wish you could kiss her, up sticks your wood When I kick a sixteen, no guy spits so good Things you wanna ask me, hittin' on me backstage Wishing that your speech had a backspace Friends are like "You mad gay son, you fucked up badly" If I had the floor, I murder all the fucking bag Grae I thought I told you that Miss Jeannie was the anti-Ghostface Not music I don't fuck fans no place Here's a little woo too, for all you boys out there You don't choose me, I choose you And oh yeah, giggity giggity, Quagmire, alright Lights OffTurn the lights off Turn the lights off [Verse] Jeanie's such a mean girl, Jeanie advance from them Beating up your team and leave you bleeding [?] There's really no competing on this team, don't answer then Keep your motherfucking green, no gambling Bumbling, you're mumbling your words just cancel them 'Cause no one cares for them and no one asked for them And you ain't masculine and I ain't masculine But then again I'm feminine it comes with the vag [?] You know Jean rules Maybe you can see it from some of these clues Clever and vegan, I wanna be you, I'm kidding Me, I'd rather be two girls with a cup A couple of peeps I fuck with, nothing but love A couple of freaks I fuck, yep, nothing but love A couple of geeks I fuck, yep, nothing but love And in a couple of weeks there'll be a couple of thugs [Hook] See, that's me when I walk up in the place, yes Double fist drinks doing a two step And everybody knows don't fuck with me, come on That's me And that's you when you walk up in the place, nah Everybody wishing that you would've stayed home I don't even think you know That that's you homie Yeah, that's me You hear that? Yeah, that's me They so happy to see me And that's you, ouch Yes, that's you Then me [Verse] Jeannie, mercenary amazingest On everybody's most hated and favorites list They curse [?] black made the list I reverse inertia, learn the words that I'm saying and shit Or you can raise your wrist and raise it and wager the risk of failing You'll just gain a couple of permanent braces Saying they should've been vertical Saying let me murder you I'm here for the community and numerals curfew [?] I'm for the people quite like a kegal [?] Exercise dumb but prostitutes regal [?] I stay with a crown, I salute, you stay down If you say the greatest now, straight out of Cape Town [Hook] See, that's me when I walk up in the place, yes Double fist drinks doing a two step And everybody knows don't fuck with me, come on That's me And that's you when you walk up in the place, nah Everybody wishing that you would've stayed home I don't even think you know That that's you, homie Yeah, that's me Yeah, that's me And that's you That's you Then me Jeannie Turn the lights off Turn the lights off Turn the lights off Turn the lights off What The Hell[Hook] Nigga what? What? What the hell are y'all looking for? Can't a black woman make money anymore? What the hell are y'all looking for? Can't a black girl write rhymes anymore? C'mon, what the hell are y'all looking for? Can't a black woman get money anymore? Nah really What the fuck are you looking at? Seriously, stop it [Verse] Logically I should be ahead of the game Pass spit flame rhymes, passed in fame time so I claim mine Contain minors ready to bust, steadily cuss you Like a T-Tourette's stutter motherfucker none of you want it I'm pumping your stomach, I'm hungry I need it you waste it I'm creeping so close that I can finally taste it It's fire like bile an hour one mile With the final destination God bless me, the child And all the trials and tribulations compiled to make me I'm still faceless but they all see Number 3 on the wait list, flow is weightless And my show is graced with an impeccable sense of hatred Smile sinister rhyme regular never get it I administer punishment like the bad lieutenant I'm Flo Jo with a bad knee, I go slow Except when guns blow I'm Joyner-Kersee I know y'all enjoyin' the curse at first listen Then change your positions by the start of verse 3 Give in, screw till it hurts but remove your distaste Before I prove your waist jerks the other way from face first Pray till God stops answerin' but you may not get off your knees Till He himself puts a hand on 'em I'm penning anthems this year, get up and stand for them Up your grands and pennies I got plans for them Do a handstand on your bandstand right in your show man Kick a speaker left stage in the front row Run slow even at gun smoke, my lungs toke Enough shit to make a fireman think he gonna choke Done woke yet? I shine like the sun but don't set So bright, still not in my prime yet Cut off your privates get blood on your eyelids Red splash so high then it rains on you violent Try and test you get divided with pliers I'm restless I got you on a death wish check list Like Uma Thurman I'm losin' hurt them Insert your crew here jerk red dot murder them I can't stop serving 'em, I am not certain That you're real clear Jean is the sickest, you're learning 'em Get your bars up like cali done said I got mine, it's just over your head now [Hook] What the hell are you looking for? Can't a black woman make money anymore? C'mon, what the fuck are you looking for? Can't a black girl write rhymes anymore? Shit! What the fuck are y'all looking for? Can't a black woman make money anymore nigga? Nah seriously Don't fucking look at me, I'll fucking smack you Stop fucking looking at me I'll fucking smack you right, right in the fucking face SupaLuv (Acoustic Rehearsal)[Verse 1] I was a skeptic, hesitant, even when he said I've heard that line before It always carried some ill intent for sure But then he said it some more Pretend I've never been in love, I'm not getting sprung But I could miss it, he could be the one No one better than he could make me believe I'm 'bout to call my family, be like "I met him, mom" "Wedding's on! Ready the party!" but instead I'm calm Surface though, all fireworks, wired up espresso His expressiveness is impressive as ever, let's go Chill in the tropics drinking rum punch, One Love Singing it over lunch he got me love dunced out My luck's been out, feel me? It done run south, left me a ton of doubt It's never fun gettin' the run-around Wooed easy, I bruise easy When dudes leave me I get boozed ugly, oh trust me He's freaking speech though and I'm drinking Goldschlager A teensy-more-than-moderate feeling you both scatter Feeling your clothes 'cause you're appealing and you're really close Thinking of stashing you up in my pockets, being ghost Check it, I'm long-legged, we could wreck my dorm mattress You could be my new partner, or my new fetish [Hook] Supa luv for me I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my supa luv? I need a supa luv I need a supa luv [Verse 2] Okay, this one's different now Step to me dancing, hand in my back pants And dancing to back tinting Same line, way fine, he from the Cayman Islands And my waistline he trace, fine enough flutter my eyelids I'm Drinking Patron shots, so much the floor shakes Loving every bit of him he's sputtering the rhythm and Buttering Grae's ego with the clean-cut pimp-lean With the clean glean, "I tink I love he!" Picture us loverly, playing games, he's hugging me Stay engaged two weeks, eloping out the country Not a spark of potential and um Y'all, did I mention he's a tall drink of water? Sink him into me mentally, intensely feeling him Intentionally sipping Hennessy, let's leave the building So we can build more, he's so hot We can have a family because he told me he got [Hook] Supa Luv for Jean Something that isn't the hook You could be the one in all my dreams Could you be my supa luv? I need a supa luv I need a supa luv And also some god damn water [Pause: Jean drinks water] One, two, three, four [Hook] Supa Luv for Jean Could you be the supa luv for me? I'm looking for the one in all my dreams Could you be my supa luv? I need a supa luv I need a supa luv [Outro] The girl in the front needs a supa luv That guy needs a supa luv (He needs a supa luv) Everybody got a supa luv People who are on the guest list got a supa luv Even though I need a supa luv You guys don't pay for the tickets cause you thought you were too special got a supa luv (It doesn't have to be soup or love) Why do I have to choose between soup or love? What is that? Soup or love? Soup is kinda like love at the same time Oh, that's gonna go for a while The Climb[Intro] Left foot on, right foot on You gotta climb You gotta climb Left foot on, right foot on You gotta climb One, two, three, four, five, six, uh, uh [Verse] On my first step taken I was shaky on the ground But I left a footprint that was so deep That when the second step came I got ready fame 'Cause everybody knew me as the heavy foot queen Third step heard a rep that the girl stomp hard God damn, Godzilla-like, you gotta feel her right Shakin' your soul until the sixth done step in I reckon it was all like wrecking balls Door smashed in, hot floor starts cracking to four At five, I was terrorizing neighborhoods On the news live, fucking up your cable good Every station I'm on makes Grae an icon Buckle up the straps on my mary janes, I'm gone (Two two two) To be exact Mean the straps for the sixth step pavement crack Before my foot was even laid I created a crater So wide that the seventh step wavered, teetered So I had to learn to levitate (Eight) big shiva If earth can't hold up my weight then I'll leave her (Nine) The first steppin' air debonair deity Rapping air freely direct to the Pleiades (Ten) I remembered all the men below: perverts Suckers ain't amazing when they catch you with an upskirt Grabbing my dress and evanescing to eleven Birding on the twelve, I'm up in the heavens Trepidation at the superstition of thirteen Revelation in my mind said I could burst free But first divorce the forced thoughts that stall cause And I ain't stop counting FH You Don’t Want It[Intro] (Mafia) New York, clap ya hands Philly, where you at? (come on) CTSA, DC on back (come on) Work it back (come on) Nerds in the back (get goin') You ain't heard that Jean murda the track New York, clap ya hands Philly, where you at? (come on) CTSA, DC on back (come on) Work it back (come on) Nerds in the back (get goin') (Uhh uhh uh uh uh uh) [Verse 1] Welcome to the mind of the sickest mothafucka on earth Worse then a brain damaged cripple Nipple suckin' at birth, dropped (Huh) I'm dangerous your life is stuffin' your anus My game is so clutch, even this far from famous, bussin' Bars sicker than the high of the flu And if your spine sprouted wings, I'd still be flier than you The technician man a bomb squad specialist, except in reverse Blast to the spot, your inhabit first (blaam boom) Mangle your face up worse than the make-up That's on Tammy's face pillowcase whenever she wakes up I'm a terror, Lord Jesus I got many more reasons to maul y'all wall like venereal diseases A genius, gracious for gracin' this page J Grae's a bootlegger's favorite like a case of laid tapes Take it apart I'll stick a pin in your heart And leave a time-bomb spinnin' in the rims of your car (come on) Fool [Hook] Everybody get your hands up (come on) And if your ready to rumble with Jean, stand up (uhh) Put yah dukes up, "The Gooch's" back, panic, panic And if you think that I'm playin' nigga can it (you don't want it, no) Stop poppin' your mouth, you know (you don't want it, no) East, West, North, to the South, I go (you don't want it, no) Yah can't stop me come on, the Jeans drop and he gone Bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don't want it, no) [Verse 2] Come on let's play catch, put your game faces back up Make up for time like a watch faced with some [?] I'm like the new crack in your hood Grae tops, you better change slots with me when the bass drops Never part of me, I boast dichotomy [?] with some comedy, camaraderie Home girl i'll keep your toes curled like an orgasm More adamant, more applause, so get your paws clappin' I had to pause to clap then Sicker than the clap you got from Maul in the back-end I'm brawlin' witchu all and then I fall into actin' It's like those other rappers fuck around, I do it backwards I got voice-overs up already along the track list The mass of the masters are with me to the casket "B" You could learn a shit or two from the business, of Mrs. Grae shit You need too watch it (oooh) [Hook] Everybody get your hands up (come on) And if your ready to rumble with Jean, stand up (come on man) Put yah dukes up, "The Gooch's" back, panic, panic And if you think that I'm playin' nigga can it (you don't want it, no) Stop poppin' your mouth, you know (you don't want it, no) East, West, North, to the South, I go (you don't want it, no) Yah can't stop me come on, the Jeans drop and he gone Bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don't want it, no) [Verse 3] I'm the orator with a smorgasbord, fork you in your corridor With your future coroner 's report More rebel-re than you'll ever need I'm like a double of Hennessy with a chaser of every remedy (Come on) the opposite of sanitary, my adversaries vocabulary Smack it like I'm Wesley dick in Halle Berry Well that was fucked up; I'm lackin' attack I'm just upset I never heard of Halle smackin' him back You'll built a shrine to Jean In nine years when I'm donned like a queen Plates of excavation, pieces of green, we at the zine of climb Niggas I preach my time, I got a Googolplex of frugal text I keep 'em in line, played in Malaysia, Budapest, I stay outspoken Outta order till the damn prosecution rest Fanfaronade 'til it sinks in like a marinade Apparently y'all fallacious fuckers are just scared of me (wooo) [Hook] Everybody get your hands up (come on) And if your ready to rumble with Jean, stand up (yeah) Put yah dukes up, "The Gooch's" back, panic, panic And if you think that I'm playin' nigga can it (you don't want it, no) Stop poppin' your mouth, you know (you don't want it, no) East, West, North, to the South, I go (you don't want it, no) Yah can't stop me come on, the Jeans drop and he gone Bout to brawl with everybody in this song (you don't want it, no) [Outro] So serious right now man (Mafia) The Gooch (wooo) Doo Wop (That Thing)[Intro] Yo, remember back on the Bully When cats used to harmonize like Yo, yo, my men and my women Don't forget about the deen Sirat al-Mustaqeem Yo, it's about a thing, uh, yo, yo If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere! (Put them up, put them up) (Put them up, put them up) (Put them up, put them up) [Verse 1] It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? You act like you ain't hear him then give him a little trim To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down and you called him again? Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again Talking out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian A Muslim, sleeping with the jinn Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem Baby girl, respect is just a minimum Niggas fucked up and you still defending 'em Now, Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again (A win win, come again A win win, come again) [Hook] Guys you know you'd better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing [Verse 2] The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women Him and his men come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang (like you got yen!) Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement The pretty face men claiming that they did a bid men Need to take care of they three or four kids And they face a court case when the child support late Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky, silent men The punk, domestic violence men Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men How you gonna win when you ain't right within? How you gonna win when you ain't right within? How you gonna win when you ain't right within? Come again, come again Come again, come again [Bridge] Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out [Hook] Girls, you know you'd better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Guys, you know you'd better watch out 'Cause girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing [Skit/Outro] Class! Hey, we’ve got some very intelligent women here, man Do you think you’re too young to really love somebody? (No! No, no, I don’t think so) I say it for me, uh, I’m an adult I say, wait “You’re too young to be in love, this is silly You’re infatuated or whatever, you got nice jeans You wear fancy Adidas” I mean, it might be something I don’t know (It's the difference from loving somebody and being in love with somebody) Well, you tell me. What’s the difference? (Okay, You can love anybody but when you’re in love with somebody you’re looking at it like this: You’re taking that person for what he or she is no matter what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do) (You’re crazy! You fall in love, you can fall out of love) (You might stop being in love but you are not gonna stop loving that person) (Maybe they ain’t never been loved before or been in love before, they don’t know what the feeling is to be loved) (She poetic) She killed it, we could end that conversation with that, right? Ex-Factor[Intro] Yo, y-yo, yo, y-yo Yo, uh, yo, y-yo, yo, y-yo [Verse 1] It could all be so simple (Ba-ba-ba-baby, baby, baby) But you'd rather make it hard (Huh, uh) Loving you is like a battle (It's like a battle) And we both end up with scars [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who I have to be (Who I have to be) To get some reciprocity See, no one loves you more than me (More than me) And no one ever will (No one ever will, yeah) [Verse 2] Is this just a silly game (Silly game) That forces you to act this way? (To act this way) Forces you to scream my name Then pretend that you can't stay (Yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Tell me, who I have to be (I know what we gotta do) To get some reciprocity See, no one loves you more than me And no one ever will [Chorus] No matter how I think we grow You always seem to let me know It ain't working (It ain't working, no), it ain't working And when I try to walk away You'd hurt yourself to make me stay This is crazy, this is crazy (Oh, this is crazy, uh-huh) [Verse 3] I keep letting you back in (You back in) How can I explain myself? (I don't understand why) As painful as this thing has been I just can't be with no one else [Pre-Chorus] See I know what we've got to do (Yeah) You let go (You let go), and I'll let go too (And I'll let go) Cause no one's hurt me more than you (No one's hurt me more than you) And no one ever will [Chorus] No matter how I think we grow You always seem to let me know It ain't working (It ain't working), it ain't working (It ain't working) And when I try to walk away You'd hurt yourself to make me stay This is crazy, (This is crazy) Oh, this is crazy (This is crazy) [Breakdown] (Care) Care for me, care for me I know you care for me (There) There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me (Cry) Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me (Give) Give to me, give to me Why won't you live for me? (Care) Care for me, care for me You said you'd care for me (There) There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me (Cry) Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me (Give) Give to me, give to me Why won't you live for me? (Care) Care for me, care for me You said you'd care for me (There) There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me (Cry) Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me (Give) Give to me, give to me Why won't you live for me? (Care) Care for me, care for me You said you'd care for me (There) There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me (Cry) Give to me, give to me Why won't you live for me? (Give) Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me (Care) Where? (There) Where? (Cry) Where were you (Give) When I needed you? (Care, there, cry, give) [Guitar Solo] [Outro] (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) Where were you (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) When I needed you? (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) Where were you? (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) You, you, you, you, you (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) You, do, do, do, do, do, do, do (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) Do, do, do, do, do, do (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) (Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) To Zion[Intro] One day, you're gonna understand Zion [Verse 1] Unsure of what the balance held I touched my belly overwhelmed By what I had been chosen to perform But then an angel came one day Told me to kneel down and pray For unto me a man-child would be born Woe this crazy circumstance I knew his life deserved a chance But everybody told me to be smart "Look at your career," they said "Lauryn, baby use your head" But instead I chose to use my heart [Chorus] Now the joy of my world Is in Zion! (Zion, Zion!) Now the joy of my world Is in Zion! (Zion, uhh, Zion!) [Verse 2] How beautiful if nothing more Than to wait at Zion's door I've never been in love like this before Now let me pray to keep you from The perils that will surely come See life for you, my prince has just begun And I thank you for choosing me To come through unto life to be A beautiful reflection of His grace See I know that a gift so great Is only one God could create And I'm reminded every time I see your face [Chorus] That the joy (Joy) Of my world (World) Is in Zion (Is in Zion) Is in Zion (Is in Zion) Now the joy (Joy) Of my world (World) Is in Zion (Is in Zion, is in Zion) Now the joy (Joy) Of my world (World) Is in Zion (Is in Zion, is in Zion) Now the joy (Joy) Of my world (World) Is in Zion (Is in Zion, is in Zion) [Outro] Marching, marching, marching, marching (Marching) To Zion, marching, marching, marching (We gon' march) Marching, marching, marching, marching To Zion, marching, beautiful, beautiful, Zion Marching, marching, marching, marching To Zion, marching, marching, marching Marching, marching, marching, marching To Zion, marching, beautiful, beautiful, Zion Marching, marching, marching, marching (My joy, my joy) To Zion, marching, marching, marching (My joy, my joy) Marching, marching, marching, marching (My joy, my joy) To Zion, marching, beautiful, beautiful, Zion (My joy, my joy) Marching, marching, marching, marching (My joy, my joy) To Zion, marching, marching, marching (My joy, my joy) Marching, marching, marching, marching (You're the joy) To Zion, marching, beautiful, beautiful, Zion (Of my life) Marching, marching, marching, marching (It is in Zion) To Zion, marching, marching, marching (Zion) Marching, marching, marching, marching (You're the joy) To Zion, marching, beautiful, beautiful, Zion (You're the joy of my life) Marching, beautiful, beautiful Zion (Is in Zion, Zion) Marching, beautiful, beautiful Zion (It is in Zion) Marching, beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching, beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching, beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching, beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching [Skit] [Teacher] Okay, how many people here have ever been in love? I know none of the guys are gonna raise their hand. How many of y'all ever been in love? [Class] (Mumbling) [Teacher] I know none of the guys been in... we don't get in love, right? Oh! Let this black man right here tell what his idea of love is, 'cause not all the time we hear a young black man talk about love. About your personal definition, don't tell me what Webster thinks. Huh? [Boy] Willingness to do everything for that person [Teacher] Okay, everything like what? Explain. Let him talk, c'mon. If I asked him to talk about a fancy car, he'd be right on point. But we wanna talk about love. You can do it. (To another pupil) What do you think? You said you love somebody, you should know why you love them right? [Boy 2] The way they act [Teacher] Uh-huh [Boy 2] The way they carry themselves, stuff like that [Teacher] Okay [Girl] The way that they hang with they boys, and they just stand out. It's like sometimes it don't even matter like what they wear or what they look like. It's like, that way, you know? [Girl 2] Yeah [Girl] It's like you know you want to talk to him, because he stands out, it's like he got a glow or something [Teacher] That's deep [Boy 2] That's what I'm talking about [Teacher] I thought that was a beautiful point. Anyone else want to deal with that? [Girl 2] It's sometimes, like when they try to act funny in front of they boys, like when they get around say they love you. They can't love you. 'Cause love-love-love wouldn't do that [Girl 3] Love is not phony! [Class] (Laughter) Lost Ones[Verse 1] It's funny how money change a situation Miscommunication lead to complication My emancipation don't fit your equation I was on the humble, you on every station Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb But remember not a game new under the sun Everything you did has already been done I know all the tricks from Bricks to Kingston My ting done made your kingdom wan' run Now understand, L-Boogie, non-violent But if a thing test me, run for mi gun Can't take a threat to mi new born son L been this way since creation A groupie call, you fall from temptation Now you wanna bawl over separation Tarnish my image in the conversation Who you gon' scrimmage, like you the champion? You might win some but you just lost one [Chorus] You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one [Verse 2] Now, now, how come your talk turn cold? Gained the whole world for the price of your soul Tryin' to grab hold of what you can't control Now you're all floss, what a sight to behold Wisdom is better than silver and gold I was hopeless, now I'm on Hope Road Every man wanna act like he's exempt Need to get down on his knees and repent Can't slick talk on the day of judgment Your movement's similar to a serpent Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent? Consequence is no coincidence Hypocrites always wanna play innocent Always want to take it to the full out extent Always want to make it seem like good intent Never want to face it when it time for punishment I know you don't wanna hear my opinion There come many paths and you must choose one And if you don't change then the rain soon come See you might win some, but you just lost one [Chorus] You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one [Refrain] You might win some, but you really lost one You just lost one, it's so silly, how come? When it's all done, did you really gain from (Gain from) What you done done? It's so silly, how come? (You done, how come?) You just lost one [Verse 3] Now don't you understand, man, universal law? What you throw out comes back to you, star Never underestimate those who you scar 'Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard You can't hold God's people back that long The chain of Shatan wasn't made that strong Trying to pretend like your word is your bond But until you do right, all you do will go wrong Now some might mistake this for just a simple song And some don't know what they have ‘til it's gone Now even when you're gone you can still be reborn And, from the night can arrive the sweet dawn Now, some might listen and some might shun And some may think that they've reached perfection If you look closely you'll see what you've become 'Cause you might win some but you just lost one [Chorus] You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one You might win some but you just lost one [Refrain] You might win some, but you really lost one You just lost one, it's so silly, how come? When it's all done, did you really gain from What you done done? It's so silly, how come? You might win some, but you really lost one You just lost one, it's so silly, how come? When it's all done, did you really gain from What you done done? It's so silly, how come? You just lost one You just lost one, you just lost one You just lost one, you just lost one (How come, you lost one? It's so dumb) You just lost one, you just lost one You just lost one What a bam-bam!... hehehe [Skit] Teacher: Alright people, I'm gonna write something on the board. Let's spell it. First letter Class: L, O, V, E Teacher: What's that? Class: Love Teacher: What? Class: Love! Teacher: How many people know any songs about love? Class: Right here! I know a lot about love Teacher: Tell me some titles, titles of some songs Boy: Love (Laughter) Teacher: There's a song called love? Boy: Yeah! Teacher: There's no song called love! Boy: Yeah, it's by Kirk Franklin Teacher: Ok ok, how it go? Boy: It go "Love" (Laughter) Teacher: Bet, bet, okay. Anybody else know any songs about love? (Mumbling) Teacher: I can't hear you Girl: I Will Always Love You Teacher: What about any movies about love? You know any movies about love? Girl: Titanic Teacher: Alright Boy: Romeo and Juliet Teacher: You didn't know that was about love ‘til you saw it on TV and they said it was about love Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You[Chorus] You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like heaven to touch (heaven to touch) I wanna hold you so much (hold you so much) At long last, love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you [Verse] Pardon the way that I stare (the way that I stare) There's nothing else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak (words left to speak) But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you [Pre-Chorus] I need you, baby, and if it's quite alright I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night I love you, baby, trust in me when I say, "It's okay" Oh, pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay And let me love you, oh, baby—let me love you, oh, baby— [Chorus] You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you (eyes off of you) You'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much (hold you so much) At long last, love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you [Pre-Chorus] I need you, baby, and if it's quite all right I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night I love you, baby, trust in me when I say, "It's okay" Oh, pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay And let me love you, oh, baby—let me love you, oh, baby I need you, baby, and if it's quite all right I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night I love you, baby, trust in me when I say, "It's okay" Oh, pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay And let me love you, oh, baby—let me love you, oh, baby Tell Him[Intro] Yo, he-he, tell him um, (Huuu) It's like, uhh, you know, uhh Sweet, sweet, sweet Tell him Uhh Mmm-m-m-m [Verse 1] Let me be patient, let me be kind Make me unselfish without being blind Though I may suffer, I'll envy it not And endure what comes (Daah) 'Cause he's all that I got (Uuu) tell him (Aha) [Refrain] Tell him I need him (Yeah) Tell him I love him (Tell him who it hit) And it'll be alright (It'll be alright) And tell him (Tell him) Tell him I need him (Be alright) Tell him I love him (Tell him I love him) It'll be alright (Be alright) [Verse 2] Now I may have faith (I may have faith) to make mountains fall (To make mountains fall) But if I lack love, then I am nothin' at all I can give away (I can give away) everything I possess But left without love then I have no happiness I know I'm imperfect (I know I'm imperfect), and not without sin (Not without sin, nah) But now that I'm older, all childish things end (Ohh) And tell him (Tell him) [Refrain] Tell him I need him (Tell him I need him) Tell him I love him (Ha-ah) And it'll be alright (It'll be alright) Tell him (Tell him) Tell him I need him (Tell him) Tell him I love him (Tell him) (Be alright) It'll be alright (Be alright) Oh, yeah [Bridge] I'll never be jealous (I'll never be jealous) And I won't be too proud (Houu) 'Cause love is not boastful (Noo) Oooh and love is not loud Tell him I need him (Tell him I need him) Tell him I love him (Tell him I love him) Everything is gonna (Everything), is gonna be (Everything) alright Ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee Uuu-u-uu (Uuu) Yeah, yeah, oh yeah Uuu-u-uu (Uuu) Ah-ah-ah [Verse 3] Now I may have wisdom (I may have wisdom) And knowledge on Earth But if I speak wrong, ooh, then what is it worth? (What is it worth?) See what we now know is nothing compared To the love that was shown when our lives were spared (Uuh) And tell him (Tell him) [Refrain] Tell him I need him (Tell him I need him) Tell him I love him (Love him) And it'll be alright (It'll be alright) Oh-oh-oh Tell him (Tell him) Tell him I need him (I need you) Tell him I love him (Be alright) Be alright (Be alright) Oh-oh-oh (It's gonna be alright) Tell oh-oh him (It's gonna be alright, in the morning) (Tell him) Tell him I need him, oh (Be alright) It'll be alright (It's gonna be alright) Oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah (I need you) When the, when the evening comes, oh In the night time In the morning In the evening baby tell him Tell him Nothing Even Matters[Intro] Whoa, ooh, umm, yeah, yeah Whoa, ooh, whoa, ow yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh [Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] Now the skies could fall Not even if my boss should call The world, it seems so very small 'Cause nothing even matters at all See, nothing even matters See, nothing even matters at all Nothing even matters Nothing even matters at all [Verse 2: D'Angelo] See, I don't need no alcohol Your love make me feel ten feet tall (Yeah) Without it, I'd go through withdrawal 'Cause nothing even matters at all Nothing even matters Nothing even matters at all Nothing even matters Nothing matters at all [Verse 3: Lauryn Hill] These buildings could drift out to sea Some natural catastrophe Still, there's no place I'd rather be 'Cause nothing even matters to me See, nothing even matters (Yeah) See, nothing even matters to me Nothing even matters Nothing even matters to me [Verse 4: D'Angelo] You're part of my identity I sometimes have a tendency To look at you in mid sleep (Baby, baby) 'Cause nothing even matters, to me Nothing even matters Nothing even matters to me Said it don't matter, baby, baby Don't matter [Verse 5: Lauryn Hill] Now you won't find me at no store I have no time for manicures With you it's never either-or 'Cause nothing even matters no more See, nothing, it don't matter See, nothing even matters no more Nothing even matters Nothing even matters no more [Verse 6: D'Angelo] Now my team could score And make it to the Final Four Just repossessed my four by four 'Cause nothing even matters no more (No more, no more, no more) Nothing even matters Nothing even matters no more Nothing even matters No, no more [Outro: Lauryn Hill & D'Angelo] To me, to me, to me, to me To me, to me, to me, to me, to me, to me (FREESTYLE SINGING TO END) Everything is Everything[Chorus 1] Everything is everything What is meant to be will be After winter must come spring (Must come spring) Change, it comes eventually Everything is everything What is meant to be will be After winter must come spring (Must come) Change, it comes eventually [Verse 1] I wrote these words (I wrote these words) for everyone who struggles in their youth Who won't accept deception, in instead of what is truth (Gotta know the truth, y'all) It seems we lose the game Before we even start to play Who made these rules? (Who made these rules?) We're so confused (We're so confused) Easily led astray Let me tell ya that... [Chorus 2] Everything is everything Everything is everything Everything is everything (Everything) After winter must come spring Everything is everything [Verse 2] Our philosophy possibly speak tongues Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist (Word) Rap this in fine linen, from the beginning (Word) My practice extending across the atlas, I begat this Flipping in the ghetto on a dirty mattress You can't match this rapper slash actress More powerful than two Cleopatras Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti (Ooh, uh) MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti My rhymes is heavy like the mind of sister Betty (El Shabazz!) L-Boogie spars with stars and constellations (What?) Then came down for a little conversation (Huh) Adjacent to the king, fear no human being Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum (What?) Now hear this mixture, where Hip Hop meets scripture (Uh) Develop a negative into a positive picture [Chorus 1] Now everything is everything (Everything, y'all, everything, y'all) What is meant to be will be (What is meant to be will be, yeah) After winter must come spring (After winter, must come spring) Change, it comes eventually (Change, it comes eventually) [Verse 3] Sometimes it seems we'll touch that dream (Sometimes it seems we'll touch that dream) But things come slow or not at all (They come slow, know what I mean?) And the ones on top won't make it stop (Ones on top, they won't make it stop) So convinced that they might fall Let's love ourselves and we can't fail To make a better situation (Better situation, uh-uh) Tomorrow, our seeds will grow (Tomorrow, our seeds will grow) All we need is dedication Let me tell ya that [Chorus 2] Everything is everything Everything is everything Everything is everything (Everything is everything) After winter must come spring Everything is everything (Everything is everything) [Chorus 1] Everything is everything What is meant to be will be After winter (After winter) must come spring (Must come) Change, it comes eventually The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill[Verse 1] My world, it moves so fast today The past, it seems so far away And life squeezes so tight that I can't breathe And every time I've tried to be what someone else has thought of me So caught up, I wasn't able to achieve [Chorus] But deep in my heart, the answer, it was in me And I made up my mind to define my own destiny [Verse 2] I look at my environment And wonder where the fire went What happened to everything we used to be I hear so many cry for help Searching outside of themselves Now I know that His strength is within me [Chorus] And deep in my heart, the answer, it was in me And I made up my mind to define my own destiny (And deep in my heart) And deep in my heart, the answer, it was in me And I made up my mind to define my own destiny I Gotta Find Peace of Mind[Intro] I gotta find peace of mind I know another cord... I gotta find peace of mind See, this what that voice in your head says When you try to get peace of mind I gotta find peace of mind, I gotta find peace of mind [Hook] He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible [Verse 1] He says there's no me without him Please help me forget about him He takes all my energy, trapped in my memory Constantly holding me, constantly holdin' me I need to tell you all, all the pain he's caused, mm-mm-mm-mm I need to tell you I'm I'm undone because, mm-mm-mm-mm [Chorus] He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible He says it's impossible without him, but I know it's possible [Verse 2] To finally be in love, and know the real meaning of A lasting relationship, not based on ownership I trust every part of You, 'cause all that I... All that you say you do You love me despite myself, sometimes I fight myself I just can't believe that you, would have anything to do With someone so insecure, someone so immature Oh, you inspire me, to be the higher me [Verse 3] You make my desire pure, you make my desire pure Just tell me what to say, I can't find the words to say Please don't be mad with me, I have no identity All that I've known is gone, all I was building on I wanna walk with you, how do I talk to you [Verse 4] Touch my mouth with your hands Touch my mouth with your hands Oh I wanna understand, the meaning of your embrace I know now I have to face the temptations of my past Please don't let me disgrace, will my devotion last? Now that I know the truth, now that it's no excuse [Pre-Chorus] Keeping me from your love, what was I thinking of? Holding me from your love, what was I thinking of? You are my peace of mind, that old me is left behind You are my peace of mind, that old me is left behind [Chorus] He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible He says it's improbable, but I know it's tangible He says it's not grab-able, but I know it's have-able [Bridge] 'Cause anything's possible, oh anything is possible Please come free my mind, please come meet my mind Can you see my mind? Oh Won't you come free my mind? Oh, I know it's possible Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, yeah Anything, anything, anything, anything, yeah Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything, yeah Oh free! Free, free, free your mind Free, free your mind... free, free your mind Free, free, free, free your mind Oh, it's so possible, oh it's so possible I'm telling you it's possible, I'm telling you it's possible Free, free... free, free... free, free... get free now Free, free... free, free, free, free... free, free [Chorus] You're my peace of mind, that old me is left behind You're my peace of mind, you're my peace of mind He's my peace of mind, he's my peace of mind He's my peace of mind, he's my peace of mind [Outro] What a joy it is to be alive To get another chance, yeah Everyday's another chance To get it right this time Everyday's another chance Oh what a merciful, merciful, merciful God Oh what a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful God [Repeat till fade] The Mystery of Iniquity[Hook] It's the mystery of iniquity... Said it's the misery of Inequity... Said it's the history of Inequity... When it all... All falls down... Telling you all... It all falls down [Pre-Verse] Children... Eat your bread Little children... Eat your bread Cause it all... All falls down... Telling you all... It all falls down [Verse] Yo! Y'all can't handle the truth in a courtroom of lies Perjures the jurors, witness despised Crooked lawyers, false indictments publicized It's entertainment, the arraignments, the subpoenas High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked-balance Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents Court reporter catch the circus on the paper File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous Publicly perpetrating that "In God We Trust" Cross-examined by a master manipulator The faster intimidator receiving the judge's favor Deceiving sabers doing injury to their neighbors For status, gratis, apparatus and legal waivers See the bailiff representing security Holding the word of God soliciting perjury The prosecution, political prostitution The more money you pay, the further away solution Legal actors, Babylon's benefactors Masquerading as the agency for the clients Hypocritical giants, morally non-compliant Orally armed to do bodily harm Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm And the defense isn't making any sense Faking the confidence of escaping the consequence That a defendant is depending on the system Totally void of judgment purposely made to twist em' Emotional victim blackmailed by the henchmen Framed by intentions Inventions whereby they lynch men Enter the false witness slandering the accused Planting the seed openly showing he's being used To discredit, edit, headed for the alleged Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected Expert witness (the paid authority) Made a priority to deceive the majority Of disinterested peers, dodging duty for years Hating the process, waiting to be returning to their careers Do we expect the system made for the elect To possibly judge correct? Properly serve and protect? Materially corrupt, spiritually amuck Oblivious to the cause, prosperously bankrupt Blind leading the blind, guilty never defined Filthy as swine, a generation purin it's own mind Legal extortion, blown out of proportion In vein deceit, the truth is obsolete Only two positions: victimizer or victim Both end up in destruction trusting this crooked system Mafia with diplomas keeping us in a coma Trying to own a piece of the "American Corona" The Revolving Door, insanity every floor Skyscraping, paper chasing, what are we working for? Empty traditions, reaching social positions Teaching ambition to support the family superstition? When the Son of Perdition is Commander in Chief The standard is Thief; brethren, can we candidly speak? Woe to the men, trusted in the chariots dem' Leaning on horses, they run their intellectual sources Counterfeit wisdom creating the illusion of freedom Confusion consumes them Every word they speak it turns them outwardly white Internally they absent of light Trapped in the night and bonded to the Cain of the night Under the curse, evil men waxing more worse Faxing the first, angelic being cast to the earth It's time for rebirth, burnin up the branch and the root The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit Turn and be healed, let him who stole, no longer steal Oh it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real How long will you sleep, troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep The idols YOU heap, causing the destruction you reap Judgment has come, find it and return to the One Abandon the flesh, self-interest: Broadway to death Pride and the Greed, hide and subdividing the seed The knowledge of Good and Evil is what caused us to lie Caused us to die, let your emotions be crucified Renounce all your thoughts Repent and let your mind be re-taught You'll find what you sought Was based on the deception you bought A perception of naught where the majority remains caught Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam, all die [Hook] It's the mystery of iniquity... Said it's the history of Inequity... Said it's the misery of Inequity... When it all... All falls down... Telling you all... It all falls down I Used to Love Him[Intro] Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't [Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] As I look at what I've done The type of life that I've lived How many things I pray the father will forgive One situation involved a young man He was the ocean and I was the sand He stole my heart like a thief in the night Dulled my senses and blurried my sight And I used to love him [Chorus] I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't [Verse 2: Mary J. Blige & Lauryn Hill] I chose the road of passion and pain (passion and pain) Sacrificed too much and waited in vain Gave up my power ceased being queen Addicted to love like the drug of a fiend See, torn and confused, wasted and used Reached the crossroad which path would I choose Stuck and frustrated, I waited, debated For something to happen that just wasn't fated Thought what I wanted was something I needed When momma said no then I just should have heeded Misled I bled 'till the poison was gone And out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn [Chorus] Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't [Verse 3: Lauryn Hill & Mary J. Blige] Father you saved me and you showed me that life Was much more than being some foolish man's wife Showed me that love was respect and devotion Greater than planets and deeper than any oceans See, my soul was weary but now it's replenished Content because that part of my life is finished I see him sometimes and the look in his eye Is one of a man who's lost treasures untold But my heart is gold, see, I took back my soul And totally let my creator control The life which was his, the life which was his to begin with [Chorus] Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't I used to love him but now I don't Now I don't [Outro] I used to love him but now I don't I used to love him but now I don't I used to love him but now I don't See, I used to love him Forgive Them Father[Intro: Shelly Thunder] Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us Although them again we will never, never, never trust Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Them nuh know what them do Dig out your eye, while I'm sticking like glue Fling, skin, grin, while them plotting for you, true! [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Shelly Thunder] Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do (Me a tell you, dem nuh know) Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do (Fi be real, them nuh have a clue!) [Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] Beware the false motives of others Be careful of those who pretend to be brothers And you never suppose it's those who are closest to you To you They say all the right things to gain their position Then use your kindness as their ammunition To shoot you down in the name of ambition, they do Oh [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do [Verse 2: Lauryn Hill] Why every Indian wanna be the chief? Feed a man till he full and he still want beef Give me grief, try to tief off my piece Why for you to increase, I must decrease? If I treat you kindly, does it mean that I'm weak? You hear me speak and think I won't take it to the streets I know enough cats that don't turn the other cheek But I try to keep it civilized, like Menelik And other African czars, observing stars with war scars Get yours in this capitalistic system So many caught or got bought you can't list them How you gon' idolize the missing? To survive is to stay alive in the face of opposition Even when they coming, gunning I stand position L's known the mission since conception Let's free the people from deception If you looking for the answers, then you gotta ask the questions And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto Why black people always be the ones to settle? March through these streets like Soweto, uhh [Bridge: Lauryn Hill] Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus Jesus and Judas, backstabbers do this [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do [Verse 3: Lauryn Hill] It took me a little while to discover Wolves in sheep coats who pretend to be lovers Men who lack conscience will even lie to themselves, to themselves A friend once said, and I found to be true That everyday people, they lie to God too So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you? [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Shelly Thunder] Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do (Forgive them, forgive them) Forgive them, Father, for They know not what they do (Forgive them, forgive them) [Verse 4: Shelly Thunder & Lauryn Hill] Gwan like dem love you, while dem rip you to shreds Trample pon yuh heart, and leff you fi dead Dem a yuh friend, who you depend pon, from way back when ( [?] to grace) But if you, gi' dem yuh back, then you must meet yuh end Dem nuh know what dem do do (Who's gonna be the one?) Dem nuh know what dem do do (Gotta be the one to say) Dem nuh know, dem nuh know, dem nuh know, dem nuh know Dem nuh know what dem do do (Oh, yeah, oh) [Outro: Lauryn Hill] (Forgive them, Father, forgive them, Father...) Final Hour[Intro] Uh-uh Uh And yo Uhh, uhh (Like fungus among us) Yo, yo (Haha), uh [Verse 1] Yo, I treat this like my thesis Well-written topic, broken down into pieces I introduce then produce, words so profuse It's abuse how I juice up this beat, like I'm deuce Two people both equal like I'm Gemini, rather Simeon If I Jimmy on this lock I could pop it, you can't stop it Drop it, your whole crew microscopic Like particles while I make international articles, and on the cover Don't discuss the baby mother (Nah) Business, I been in this third LP you can't tell me I witness first-handed, I'm candid, you can't stand it Respect demanded, and get flown around the planet Rock Hard like granite or steel People feel Lauryn Hill from New-Ark to Israel And this is real, so I keep makin' the street's ballads While you lookin' for dressin' to go with your tossed salad [Chorus] You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour [Verse 2] I'm about to change the focus from the richest to the brokest I wrote this opus, to reverse the hypnosis Whoever's closest to the line's gonna win it You gonna fall trying to ball while my team win the pennant I'm about to begin it, for a minute, then run for senate Make a slum lord be repentant, give his money to kids to spend it And then amend it, every law that ever prevented Our survival since our arrival documented in The Bible Like Moses and Aaron, things gon' change, it's apparent And all the transparent gonna be seen through Let God redeem you, keep your deen true, you can get the green too Watch out what you cling to, observe how a queen do And I remain calm reading the 73rd Psalm 'Cause with all that’s going on I got the world in my palm [Chorus] You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour [Verse 3] Now I be breaking bread sipping Manischewitz wine Pay no mind party like it's 1999 But when it comes down to ground beef like Palestine Say your rhymes, let's see if that get you out your bind Now I'ma get the mozzarella like a Rockafeller Still be in the church of Lalibela, singing hymns a cappella Whether posed in Mirabella in Couture Or collecting residuals from off The Score I'm making sure I'm with the 144 I've been here before this ain't a battle, this is war Word to Boonie, I make salat like a Sunni Get diplomatic immunity in every ghetto community Had opportunity went from Hoodshock to Hood-chic But it ain't what you cop, it's about what you keep And even if there are leaks, you can't capsize this ship 'Cause I baptize my lips every time I take a sip [Chorus] You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour You can get the money, you can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour When It Hurts so Bad[Chorus] When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad) When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad) Why's it feel so good? (when it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) [Verse 1] I loved real, real hard once But the love wasn't returned Found out the man I'd die for He wasn't even concerned I tried, and I tried, and I tried To keep him in my life (to keep him in my life) I cried, and I cried, and I cried But I couldn't make it right [Chorus 2] But I, I loved the young man And if you ever been in love Then you'd understand That what you want might make you cry What you need might pass you by If you don't catch it (if you don't catch it, if you don't catch it) And what you need ironically Will turn out what you want to be If you just let it (if you just let it) If you just let it (if you just let it) [Verse 2] See, I thought this feeling It was all that I had But how could this be love And make me feel so bad? (gave up my power) Gave up my power I existed for you But whoever knew The voo-doo you'd do [Chorus 2] But I, I loved the young man And if you ever been in love Then you'd understand That what you want might make you cry What you need might pass you by If you don't catch it (if you don't catch it) (if you don't catch it) And what you need ironically Will turn out what you want to be If you just let it (if you just let it) If you just let it (if you just let it) See what you want might make you cry What you need might pass you by If you don't catch it (if you don't catch it) (if you don't catch it) And what you need ironically Will turn out what you want to be If you just let it (if you just let it) If you just let it (if you just let it) [Chorus] When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad) When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad) Why's it feel so good? (when it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad) When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad) Why's it feel so good? (when it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) When it hurts so bad (when it hurts so bad) So bad (when it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) (When it hurts so bad) [Skit: Teacher] You ain't said nothin' Why you ain't say somethin' to me? (Boy 1) I feel like love right now is like confusion It's like people think they love somebody When they don't really love somebody Like I thought I was in love with this girl but I really wasn't It's like now, I don't feel about her (Laughter) [Teacher] Ok. Alright You think that TV and music have somethin' to do with Why people are always confused about love? (Girl 1) (Yes!) Why? (Cause today we listen to a lot of TV a lot of music And it sounds nice but it may not always be right for you) We need to put you on a bullhorn Let you ride around Newark Superstar[Intro] Yo hip-hop, started out in the heart Uh-huh, yo Now everybody tryin' to chart Say what? Hip-hop, started out in the heart Yo, now everybody tryin' to chart C'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon, uhh C'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon now baby c'mon [Chorus] C'mon baby light my fire (Come on) Everything you drop is so tired (Everything) Music is supposed to inspire (Music is supposed to inspire) How come we ain't gettin' no higher? (How come, how come) [Verse 1] Now tell me your philosophy On exactly what an artist should be Should they be someone with prosperity And no concept of reality? Now, who you know without any flaws? That lives above the spiritual laws? And does anything they feel just because (Just because, just because) There's always someone there who'll applaud? [Chorus] C'mon baby light my fire (Come on) Everything you drop is so tired (Everything you drop is so tired) Music is supposed to inspire (What are we here for, what are we here for) How come we ain't gettin' no higher? (Gettin' no higher) [Verse 2] I know you think that you've got it all And by making other people feel small Makes you think you're unable to fall But when you do, who you gonna call? See what you give is just what you get (What you give is just what you get) I know it hasn't hit you yet (I know it hasn't hit you yet) Now I don't mean to get you upset (Get upset, get upset) But every cause has an effect, uh-huh! [Chorus] C'mon baby light my fire Everything you drop is so tired (Yeah) Music is supposed to inspire (Music is supposed to inspire) How come we ain't gettin' no higher? (We ain't no higher, we ain't no higher) [Verse 3] I cross sands in distant lands, made plans with the sheiks Why you beef with freaks as my album sales peak? Uhh All I wanted was to sell like five hundred And be a ghetto superstar since my first album, Blunted I used to work at Foot Locker, they fired me: I fronted Or I quitted, now I spit it, however do you want it? Now you get it! Writing rhymes, in the Range, with the frames lightly tinted Then send it to your block and have my full name cemented (Lauryn Hill!) And if your lines sound like mine I'm taking a percentage (ka-ching!) Unprecedented, and still respected when it's vintage I'm serious, I'm takin' over areas in Aquarius Runnin' red lights with my ten thousand chariots Just as Christ was a Superstar, you stupid, star! They'll hail you then nail you, no matter who you are They'll make you now then take you down, and make you face it If you slit the bag open, put your pinky in it and taste it [Chorus] C'mon baby light my fire Everything you drop is so tired (Everything you drop, everything you drop) Music is supposed to inspire (Oh yeah) How come we ain't gettin no higher? (We ain't getting no higher, getting no higher) C'mon baby light my fire (C'mon baby light my fire) Everything you drop is so tired (Everything you drop is so tired) Music is supposed to inspire How come we ain't gettin no higher? (How come we ain't gettin no higher?) C'mon baby light my fire (Come on baby) Everything you drop is so tired (Everything you drop is so tired) Music is supposed to inspire How come we ain't gettin no higher? (We ain't no higher) I Get Out[Hook] I get out, I'll get out of all your boxes I get out, you can't hold me in these chains I'll get out, Father free me from this bondage Knowin' my condition is the reason I must change [Verse 1] Your stinking resolution is no type of solution Preventing me from freedom, maintaining your pollution I won't support your lie no more I won't even try no more If I have to die, oh Lord, that's how I choose to live I won't be compromised no more I can't be victimized no more I just don't sympathize no more, ‘cause now I understand You just wanna use me You say "love" then abuse me You never thought you'd lose me But how quickly we forget that nothin' is for certain You thought I'd stay here hurtin' Your guilt trip's just not workin', repressin' me to death ‘Cause now I'm choosin' life, yo I'll take the sacrifice, yo If everything must go, then go: that's how I choose to live [Interlude] Heh… hehehehehe… Ok, we gettin' there At least I had a chunk Aight, okay, it's how I choose to live Hehehe, awww [Verse 2] No more compromises I see past your disguises Blinding me through mind control Stealing my eternal soul Appealing through material To keep me as your slave [Hook] But I get out, oh, I get out of all your boxes I'll get out, oh, you can't hold me in these chains I get out, oh, I want out of social bondage Knowin' my condition, oh, is the reason I must change [Verse 3] See, what you see is what you get Oh, and you ain't seen nothin' yet Oh, I don't care if you're upset I could care less if you're upset See, it don't change the truth And your hurt feeling's no excuse To keep me in this box, psychological locks Repressin' true expression Cementin' this repression Promotin' mass deception So that no one can be healed I don't respect your system I won't protect your system When you talk I don't listen Oh, let my Father's will be done [Hook] And just get out, oh, just get out of all these bondage Just get out, oh, you can't hold me in these chains Just get out, all these traditions killin' freedom Knowin' my condition is the reason I must change [Verse 4] I've just accepted what you said Keeping me among the dead The only way to know is to walk to learn and grow But faith is not your speed Oh, you’d have everyone believe That you're the sole authority Just follow the majority Afraid to face reality—the system is a joke Oh, you'd be smart to save your soul Oh, and escape this mind control You spent your life in sacrifice to a system for the dead Oh, are you sure, where is the passion in this living? Are you sure it's God you serving? Obligated to a system Getting less then you're deserving Who made up these schools, I say Who made up these rules, I say Animal conditioning, oh, just to keep us as a slave [Hook] Oh, just get out of this social purgatory Just get out, all these traditions are a lie Just get out, superstition killin' freedom Knowin' my condition is the reason I must die, ahh [Outro] Just get out, just get out, just get out Let's get out, let's get out Knowin' my condition Is the reason I must die, just get out The Sweetest ThingThe unexpected Multi-dimensional Unexpected sound of the Refugee All-Stars The sweetest thing I've ever known Was like the kiss on the collarbone The soft caress of happiness The way you walk, your style of dress I wish I didn't get so weak Oooh, baby, just to hear you speak Makes me argue just to see How much you're in love with me [Hook] See like the queen upon her throne It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I've known It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I've known I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away) So I tell you leave, when I mean stay Warm as the sun dipped in black Fingertips on the small of my back More valuable than all I own Like your precious, precious, precious, precious, precious, baby, dark skin tone [Hook] It was the...Ah I tried to explain Ah...but baby, it's in vain Speaking on my mother's phone The touching makes me think I'm grown, (you ain't grown) Sweet prince of the ghetto Your kisses taste like armaretto Intoxicating, oh, so intoxicating How sad, how sad that all things come to an end But then again, I'm, I'm not alone [Hook] Every Ghetto, Every City[Verse 1] I was just a little girl Skinny legs, a press and curl My mother always thought I'd be a star But way before the record deals Streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill Made sure that I'd never go too far [Chorus] Every ghetto, every city And suburban place I been Make me recall my days, in New Jerusalem [Verse 2] Story starts in Hootaville Grew up next to Ivy Hill When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun "Kill the Guy" in Carter Park Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark Watching kids show off the stolen ones [Chorus] Every ghetto, every city And suburban place I been Make me recall my days, in the New Jerusalem [Refrain] You know it's hot Don't forget, what you got Looking back.. looking back, looking back, looking back You know it's hot Don't forget, what you got Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back [Verse 3] Bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel (well that's a quarter) Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu (wuh-TAH!) Main street roots tonic with the dreads A beef patty and some coco bread Move the patch from my Lee's to the tongue of my shoes 'Member, Freling-Huysen used to have the bomb leather Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick was together Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live forever [Refrain] You know it's hot Don't forget, what you got Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back You know it's hot Don't forget, what you got Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back [Verse 4] Drill teams on Munn street 'Member when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef Moving Records was on Central Ave I was there at dancing school South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool Unaware of what we didn't have Writing my friends' names on my jeans with a marker July 4th races outside Parker Fireworks at Martin Stadium The Untouchable P.S.P Where all them crazy niggas be And car thieves got away through Irvington Hillside brings beef with the cops Self Destruction record drops And everybody's name was Muslim (children playing, women producing) Sensations and eighty-eight Attracted kids from out of state And everybody used to do the wop (wop it out, wop it out, wop it out) Jack ya, jack ya, jack ya body Nah, the BizMark used to amp up the party I wish those days, they didn't stop [Chorus] Every ghetto, every city And suburban place I been Make me recall my days, in New Jerusalem [Refrain] You know it's hot Don't forget, what you got Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back You know it's hot Don't forget, what you got Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back You know it's hot Don't forget, what you got Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back [Outro] Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back War in the Mind (Freedom Time)[Hook] Everybody knows that they guilty Everybody knows that they've lied Everybody knows that they guilty Resting on their conscience eating their inside It's freedom, said it's freedom time now It's freedom, said it's freedom time now Time to get free, or give yourselves up now It's freedom, said it's freedom time [Verse] Yo, there's a war in the mind, over territory For the dominion Who will dominate the opinion Skisms and isms, keepin' us in forms of religion Conformin' our vision To the world church's decision Trapped in a section Submitted to committee election Moral infection Epidemic lies and deception Insurrection Of the highest possible order Destortin' our tape recorders From hearin' like under water Beyond the borders Find the sin in disorder Bound by the strategy A systematic depravity Heavy as gravity Head first in the cavity Without a bottom A fate, worse than Sodom What's got 'em, drunk off the spirits Truth comes, we can't hear it When you've been, programmed to fear it I had a vision I was fallin' in indescision Apallin', callin' religious Some program on television How can, dominant wisdom Be recognized in the system Of Anti-Christ, the majority rules Intelligent fools PhDs in illusion Masters of mass confusion Bachelors in past delusion Now who you choosin'? The head, or the tail The bloodshed of the male Or confidence in the tale Conferences is Yale Discussin' doctrines of Baal Causin' people to fail Keepin' the third in jail His word has nailed Everything to the tree Severing all of me From all that I used to be Formless and void Totally paranoid Enjoy darkness as Lord Keepin' me from the sword Block for mercy Bitter than cerasee Hungry and thirsty For good meat we would eat And still, dined at the table of deceit How incomplete From confrontation to retreat We belong, in true enemies defeat Destitute in a necessity Causin' desperation to get the best of me Punishment 'til there was nothing left of me Realizin' the inescapable death of me No options in the valley of decision The only doctrine, supernatural circumcision Inwardly, only water can purge the heart From words to fiery darts Thrown by the workers of the arts Iniquity, shapen in There's no escapin' when Your whole philosophy is paper thin In vanity The wide road is insanity Could it be all of humanity Picture that Scripture that The origin of a man's heart is black How can we show up for An invisible war Preoccupied with a shadow, makin' love with a whore Achin' in sores Babylon, the great mystery Mother of human history System of social sorcery Our present condition Needs serious recognition Where there's no repentance there can be no admission And that sentence, more serious than Vietnam The atom bomb and Saddam and Minister Farrakhan What's goin' on, what's a priority to you By what authority do to you The majority hasn't a clue We majored in curses Search the chapters, check the verses Recapture the land Remove the mark from off of our hands So we can stand In agreement with his command Everything else is damned Let them with ears understand Everything else is damned, let them with ears understand [Hook] It's freedom, said it's freedom time now It's freedom, said it's freedom time now It's freedom, I'mma be who I am It's freedom time, said it's freedom time Everybody knows that they've lied Everybody knows that they've perpetrated inside Everybody knows that they guilty, yes Resting on their conscience eating their insides Get free, be who you're supposed to be Freedom, said it's freedom time now Freedom, said it's freedom time Freedom, freedom time now Consumerism[Verse 1] Consumerism running through them like a tumor in 'em Ageism, sexism, racism, chauvinism Capitalism running through them like the rumour business Separatism, skepticism, modernism, atheism Television running through them like an organism Mechanism, despotism, poisoning the ecosystem Satanism running through them like a politician Hedonism, hypocrism, nihilism, narcissism Egotism running through them, need an exorcism Situation, heathenism, adversary demonism To fix forms of religious spontaneity's a bad decision Catholicism, Darwinism, barbarism, formalism European fetishisms, terrorism running through them on their television Introversion, extra prison tolerance for bad decisions Exploitative be the saviour to correct the system/paranoia Skepticism, schizophrenic, masochism Escapism running through them need a sedative Medication, complication, devastation negative I say devastation negative Modernism has created modern prisons Neo-McCarthyisms, new colonialisms Pessimism mess they is in Hoodooism, hypnotism, egoism, realism, humanism, legalism Mysticism makes decisions from a purer prism Magnetism, pragmatism, altruism, pacifism/idealism Actualism, rehabilitation-ism, ostracism, skepticism Small fish ball for recognition oppressor and oppres condition Sex, addiction, next suspicion, vexed, conflict and secularism See, people need to villainize to offset disdain for their lives Ugly human, ugly shame, corporate greed in Jesus' name Anarchism, self-delusions Victims leave with no solutions Impositions, superstitions, violence and contradictions False pretense and no convictions Compromised commercialism I said compromised commercialism Worth and vision, work for wisdom Full electromagnetism Who comes first is first position Rap's been missing you've been listening Watch the empress bless the system Paganism, false religion, plagiarism, broken system Euphemism unforgiven Inhibition, prohibition, disconnection Broken wisdom, broken cistern can't hold wisdom This town needs an exorcism Egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism Alcoholism, fascism, rationalism, national tension Journalism gone gestapoism poporazzo-ism As the world turns in isms Trust eroticism, social drugs, narcotics in them Cult existence, superstition Ritual materialisms, serial isms Habitual inferior vision Consumerism [Hook] He is, he is Set to, set to Self-destruct, self-destruct He is, he is Too cool, too cool To be true [Verse 2] Listen Consumerism running through them like a tumor in 'em Separatism, skepticism, desperation, nepotism Capitalism running through the Montezuma in em Ageism, sexism, racism, fascism Television running through 'em like an organism Hedonism, egoism, systematic narcissism To empty religious spontaneity is anarchism Social Darwinism, barbarism, modern paganism Major schizism, division, ethnoplagiarism Selfish business decision, greedy reductionism Obstruction of the justice, occupation victimizationism Brainwashing, mind control, synthetic stimulation in them Time control mutilating the soul for a business decision Help the people cope sell 'em dope from a new trope Synthetic hope, life spent walking on a tightrope Infantile masturbation, juvenile, no education Mental castration, a generation forced to labor for a nation Lock the means production down, price reduction down Inflation and corruption need the medication now! They need the medication now! Corporate production in a state of mass combustion Greed and lust and dangerous repercussions To escape the rupture they speak of rapture While still going after the things they spiritually capture Distaster faster and faster and faster Terrorism running through them on their television Introversion, indecision, reactionism, hypocrism Phony nationalism, dishpan Africanism Material hypnotisms, monopoly, militarist devi-isms, sadomasochisms Intellectual fetishisms sold on computers and televisions Exploitative need a saviour to correct the system Paranoia skepticism, schizophrenic mechanisms Escapism running through them need a sedative Medication, complication, situation negative Modernism has created modern prisons Neo-McCarthyisms, new colonialisms Pessimism makes decisions, hoodooism, hypnotism Egoism, realism, humanism, legalism Small fish ball for recognition oppressor and oppressed condition Sex, addiction, vexed conflict and anarchism Self-delusions, victims leave with no solutions Impositions, superstitions, brutism, contradictions False pretense and no convictions Compromised commercialism, recognition Any decisions from a pure prism Magnetism, pragmatism, altruism, actionism Activism, pacifism, rehabilitation-ism No false sensationalism, aped assimilation in 'em Corporate cannibalism, psychological limitations in 'em No imitations, competition, gross assumption Parasitism, negative stimulation in 'em Consumerism [Hook] Motives and ThoughtsRotating bodies, confusion of sound Negative imagery, holding us down Social delusion, clearly constructed Human condition, morals corrupted Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war Dissatisfaction from bowels to core Devil's technology, strategy for Human mythologies, urban folklore Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure Wicked theology, robbing the poor Scheme demonology mislead the pure Strictly strategically studying war Light shown in darkness, image exposed Few can see through the new emperor's clothes Lustful this hustle turn humans to hoes When the blind lead the blind, just more trouble and woes It's the mind that they chose Its designed to stay closed Standard of jokers, court jester logic Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college Primitive man with civilized knowledge System collapse and he still won't acknowledge God is the saviour, studies behavior Trying to fix the mix mind that he gave ya Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds Wishing their problems were all in their heads Moral dilemma, pride is the root Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead Imperially led, by the gods in their heads Motives and thoughts Industrial wealth Global economy, in it for self Heart full of madness, covered with kind Pleasure designed to take over your mind Furnished in godliness, painted in good This tainted priesthood got real saints misunderstood While classes in government, set up the veil And cultivate minds for more mythical tales Typical Hollywood follies good girl While vice and corruption take over the world Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Blind with the wickedness, deep in your heart Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught Lied to your neighbors, so you get ahead Modern day trickery is all you've been fed Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Neurotic Society (Compulsory Mix)[Verse 1] We're living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time Commerce and girl men Run the whole world men Bold, drunken debauchery Old world brutality Cold world killed softly Whole world run savagely Greedy men and pride fiends Program TV screens Quick scam and drag queens Real life's been blasphemed Think twice its past dream Crime if you ask clean Quick fast the poison has entered the blood stream Psychological massacre Consequences are tragedy Mythological characters Men and women as parody Superficial the vanity Borderline the insanity Out of order humanity Crime committed so passively/randomly Desperados and casualties Corporations want batteries Explanations and strategies Domination and mastery Owned, jonesing and bankrupt Grown people so corrupt Vice lords and yellow men junkies of popularity Culture so in dependence Vultures scavenge reality Past feeling, depravity Decaying social cavity Preying on human ignorance Popular immorality Symptoms of diseased head Population misled Self indulgent, past dead Absence of the God head Pimps, pushers and harlotry Nepotism no artistry Despotism and piracy Desperation, dishonesty Business decision policy More money lesser quality Inflated global ego, imitating reality Pseudo psycho new Pharaoh Poisonous bows and arrows Hypo critics on salary Idle hands devil's agency Predisposed to complacency Jealousy and audacity Contagious social gluttony Stages of mass malignancy Epidemic deception Generation in atrophy Glam life in debt Scam life and editors Bi products of neglect Children hiding from creditors Absence of self respect Phony scared of competitors Lifestyle of luxury At someone's expense Sensitive children used up as sacrifice Blinded to consequence Smoked up in dope pipes Ecstasy, fast life, recklessly pass life Narcotics and cash fight this neurotic society Benefactors turned actors Addiction's crippled captives Experience manufactured In this neurotic, toxic society [Verse 2] It's like post war they're looking for the communists or who the Marxist is 10,000 pictures on Facebook That's like the pot calling the kettle narcissist Come on really Saying the devil but you're the chief arsonist Hypocrites can't even see their own part in this No reflection Vampire paradigm No introspection This star that star rants has a breakdown 3 months before, pure obsession, picture can't take down Children it's a shake down They're just looking for a sacrifice They've been doing this since before Bobby Darrin sang Mack the Knife Before James Dean's car did a jack knife Perhaps because they lack life or lack guts Never confuse the head with the butt Opinions are like assholes and most of them stink I was told by a woman so rethink Don't ever let them to lead you to drink Lead you to doubt Lead you to fall Get up stand up (And) cast Lucifer out Shake it up baby Watch them twist and then shout Insecure assholes just looking for a ticket To ride on somebody Like the Pick It It's fucking wicked Shame on a 'nuh' This neurotic, toxic society! Sick psycho psychology In desperate need of psychiatry Exorcisms, sobriety Forcing Social lobotomies People stuck in dichotomies Pseudo sicko anxieties Serial criminals dressed in variety Social transvestism Subliminal dressed up as piety Transference, projections Like Cartesian images Robbing innocence Stealing inheritance Quiet victims with no defense Betrayed over dollars and cents Maladjusted and ignorant Mal addiction and dissonance Too much addiction no consciousness Don't trust it This cosmology's busted, broken And returns to the dust It stinks of corruption Oppression, deceit Abuse in repeat They don't feel complete Unless they're misleading/robbing the sheep Man is not a product if you call him that then stop it! In this Neurotic, dominant society Mr. Intentional[Verse 1] See, the road to hell is paved with good intentions Can't you tell, the way they have to mention How they helped you out? You're such a hopeless victim! Please don't do me any favors, Mr. Intentional [Verse 2] All their talk is seasoned to perfection The road they walk, commanding your affection They need to be needed, deceived by motivation An opportunity to further situation Why they're so important is without explanation Please don't patronize me, Mr. Intentional [Verse 3] We give rise to ego by being insecure The advice that we go desperately searching for The subconscious effort to support our paramour To engage in denial, to admit we're immature Validating lies, Mr. Intentional Open up yours eyes, Mr. Intentional [Verse 4] Stuck in a system that seeks to suck your blood Held emotionally hostage by what everybody does Counting all the money that you give them just because Exploiting ignorance in the name of love Stop before you drop because that's just the way it was Please don't justify me, Mr. Intentional Oh one-dimensional, Mr. Intentional Oh don't you do me any favors [Verse 5] Wake up, you've been sleeping Take up your bed and walk Stop blaming other people Oh it's nobody else's fault Accept the truth about you You know that life goes on without you And your expensive misinventions Disguising your intentions Don't worship my hurt feelings, Mr. Intentional [Verse 6] See, I know you can't help me, Mr. Intentional The only help I need to live is unprofessional The only wealth I have to give is not material And if you need much more than that, I'm not available Please don't entertain me, Mr. Intentional Oh I don't need your sympathy, Mr. Intentional Stay away from me, Mr. Intentional So one-dimensional, Mr. Promotional Mr. Emotional, Mr. Intentional Adam Lives in Theory[Verse 1] Adam lives in theory Trying to turn stone into bread Masquerading like he got it figured out Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head Leaving his descendants to hope and doubt Left to his devices, those worthless sacrifices Praying to the altar of himself Making pilgrimages, thinking he's religious Like he's got all the light, and no one else He takes the unsuspected Cause he knows they're not connected And he shows them how to be just as he is Virtually real, and commercially appealed To the lust of all the people where he lives Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride and greed Wanting to be intellectual Drifting from the way she got turned down one day And now she thinks that she's bisexual Caught up in emotion Burning up in her devotion To the king of exploitation in the field She handed him her virtue Cause he told her "I won't hurt you" So she lay with him to see how good it feels [Hook] Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? [Verse 2] Now after the sensation, and the empty fornication She brought affection home Into her bed, quickly multiplying Now the 3 of them are dying by the poison she perceived to be good (head!) Now Eve and her husband are perverted in their judgment Cause everything appears to be the same They entertain suggestion Next time just use protection Desiring to cover up their shame But much to their demise, poor decision closed their eyes To the very antidote to their dilemma Burning in their lust Both of them adulterous Destroying the original agenda Praying to the sky, in order to maintain a lie They exhausted every possible conclusion They can't even entertain the solution In a brain filled with vain information and pollution Hiding from the truth He provided an excuse to explain away his desperate situation When confronted, blamed his wife Giving birth to carnal life Refusing to acknowledge what he done Now if we can agree with who created us to be Who says we're guilty everyone before his eyes Making no exceptions, since the day of our conception Predisposed to hating truth, and loving lies [Hook] Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? [Verse 3] Stop walking in pride, let the thief be crucified Un-learn everything you know, and let Him teach you Line upon line, and precept upon precept, say goodbye To this decaying social system He wants to know how far we're willing to go If we love him like we say we do He will try us Just you don't regress Or slip into hopelessness Once He's satisfied His love He won't deny us [Hook - Shift] And then He'll tell us, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? And then He'll tell us, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Guarding the Gates[Chorus] Everybody, everybody wants to know Where you're goin' to, what you're runnin' from What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from Everybody, everybody wants to know What you're gonna do, where you're goin' to 'Cause they wanna come, where I'm showin' you Yes, they wanna come, where I'm showin' you [Post-Chorus] All that you can be is a spectacle Following after every single miracle Watch them marvel at all the joy you have But they're too important to have all the joy you have What a tragedy, you can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) You can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) But I'm in love Yes, I'm in love [Chorus] Don't you wish you had real love? Yes, I'm in love [Verse 1] Tryna fix myself for society Tryna mix myself for society But can you tell me, where is love in anxiety? Can you tell me, where is love in anxiety? What you say to me, I don't mind at all What you say to me, I don't really care at all 'Cause I'm in love [Refrain] Don't you wish you had real love? I know you do Yes, I'm in love [Verse 2] Watch them speculate on the life you live Watch them try to hate all the love you give All the love you give [Verse 3] Everybody, everybody wants to know Where you're goin' to, 'cause they wanna come Or so they think until they find the cost of it 'Til they find out, find out what you lost for it And I'd do it all again 'Cause I found love 'Cause I found love [Refrain] Don't you wish you had real love? I know you do Yes, I'm in love [Chorus] Everybody, everybody wants to know Where you're goin' to, what you're runnin' from What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from Everybody, everybody wants to know What you're gonna do, where you're goin' to (Where you're goin' to) 'Cause they wanna come (Wanna come), where I'm showin' you (Showin' you) Yes, they wanna come, where I'm showin' you (Showin' you) [Post-Chorus] All that you can be is a spectacle Following after every single miracle (Miracle) Watch them marvel at (Marvel at) all the joy you have (Joy you have) But they're too important to have all the joy you have (To have all) What a tragedy (Tragedy), you can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) You can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) But I'm in love Yes, I'm in love [Refrain] Don't you wish you had real love? I know you do Yes, I'm in love [Verse 4] So what you say to me, I don't even mind at all (What you say to me) What you say to me, I don't even care at all (What you say to me, I don't even care) 'Cause I'm in love [Refrain] Don't you wish you had real love? I know you do Don't you wish you had real love? Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh [Bridge] These broken thoughts are in my mind Can't let 'em get down in there Can't let 'em get down in there These broken thoughts are in my mind Can't let 'em get down in there Can't let 'em get down in there 'Cause I need real love (Guard) (Guarding) I need real love (Guarding) [Outro] I'm guarding, guarding the gates, ayy (The gates) (Guard, guarding) Oh, I'm guarding my gates Black RageBLACK RAGE is founded on two-thirds a person Rapings and beatings and suffering that worsens, Black human packages tied up in strings. BLACK RAGE can come from all these kinds of things Black Rage is founded on blatant denial Squeezing economics, subsistence survival, Deafening silence and social control. Black Rage is founded on wounds in the soul! When the dogs bite When the beatings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember all these kinds of things and then I don't fear so bad! Black rage is founded: who fed us self-hatred Lies and abuse, while we waited and waited Spiritual treason, This grid and its cages Black rage was founded on these kinds of things Black rage is founded on draining and draining Threatening your freedom, To stop your complaining Poisoning your water, While they say it's raining Then call you mad for complaining, complaining Old time bureaucracy drugging the youth Black rage is founded on blocking the truth, Murder and crime, Compromise and distortion Sacrifice, sacrifice who makes this fortune? Greed, falsely called progress Such human contortion, Black rage is founded on these kinds of things So when the dog bites And the beatings When I’m feeling sad I simply remember all these kinds of things and then I don’t fear so bad Free enterprise, is it myth or illusion? Forcing you back into purposed confusion Black human trafficking or blood transfusion? Black rage is founded on these kinds of things. Victims of violence both psyche and body Life out of context IS living unGodly Politics, politics Greed falsely called wealth Black rage is founded on denial of self! Black human packages tied and subsistence Having to justify your very existence Try if you must, but you can’t have my soul Black rage is made by unGodly control So when the dog bites And when the beatings And I’m feeling so sad I simply remember all these kinds of things And then I don’t fear so bad I Find it Hard to Say (Rebel)[Verse 1] I find it hard to say That everything is alright Don't look at me that way Like everything is alright 'Cause my own eyes can see Through all your false pretenses But what you fail to see Is all the consequences You think our lives are cheap And easy to be wasted As history repeats So foul you can taste it [Refrain] And while the people sleep Too comfortable to face it His life's so incomplete And nothing can replace it And while the people sleep Too comfortable to face it Your life's so incomplete And nothing can replace it [Verse 2] Fret not thyself I say Against these laws of man 'Cause like the Bible says: His blood is on their hands [Chorus] And what I gotta say And what I gotta say, is rebel While today is still today, choose well And what I gotta say, is rebel It can't go down this way Choose well, choose well, choose well Choose well, choose well, choose well [Refrain] And while the people sleep Too comfortable to face it Your lives are so incomplete And nothing, and no one, can replace it No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no [Chorus] And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say Is rebel – rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel Rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel Repent, the day is far too spent – rebel, rebel! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up and rebel We must destroy in order to rebuild Wake up, you might as well Oh are you… oh are you satisfied? Oh are you satisfied? Rebel, ohhh, rebel! [Outro] Why don't you rebel? Why don't you rebel? Why don't you rebel? I'm fading myself down now Water[Spoken Intro] [Verse 1] Moving down the streams of my lifetime Pulls the fascination in my sleeve Cooling off the fire of my longing Boiling off my cold within his heat Melting down the walls of inhibition Evaporating all of my fears Baptizing me into complete submission Dissolving my condition with his tears [Hook] He's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years He's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years [Verse 2] Coursing through my senses, he's prevailing Floating through the space of my design Drowning me to find my inside sailing Drinking in the mainstream of mind Filling up the cup of my emotions Spilling over into all I do If I only I could get lost in his ocean Surviving on the thought of loving you [Hook] He's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years He's just like the water, the water I ain't felt this way in years [Verse 3] Bathing in the fountain of his essence He causes my expression to remain Humbled on a mountain by his presence Washing my intentions with his name Sealing off the floodgates of his passions Saving all his liquid for his own Moisturizing me to satisfaction In my imagination? No no! He's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours Drawing out my nature with his hands Yearning I'm so thirsty for his power Burning to be worthy of his land [Hook] He's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years He's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years [Bridge] Cleaning me He's purging me And moving me around He's bathing me And he's claiming me And moving me around Around and around and around And around Watching me, claiming me Moving me around He's purging me He's been cleaning me And moving me around And around And around Around Around Moving me around [Spoken Outro] So Much Things to Say[Intro] Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yey Why, why, why, why, why, why, why Why, Why, heh [Hook] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say [Verse 1] I'll never forget no way, how they crucified Jesus Christ I'll never forget no way, how they sold Marcus Garvey for rice I'll never forget no way, how they turned their backs on Paul Bogle So don't you forget no way... Who you are, and where you stand in the struggle [Hook] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much things to say They've got so very many things, to say right now They've got so much things to say [Verse 2] And I don't come to fight flesh and blood But spiritual wickedness in high and low places And don't you fight me down I'll stand firm, and give Jah all the thanks and praises I don't expect to be justified, by these laws of men Though the wicked find me guilty, Jah will proove my innocency 'Cause when the rain falls, it don't, fall on one man's house top Remember that See when this rain falls, it don't, fall on one man's house top [Hook] They've got so much things to say right now They've got so much, so much things to say They've got, heh, so much things to say right now They've got so, so much things to say [Verse 3] But let them keep talking, oh let them keep talking 'Cause non of them walking, oh non of them walking, no And while they still talking, see I'mma be walking I'mma be walking, so let them keep talking [Verse 1 Reprise] Said I never forget no way, how they crucified Jesus Christ And I, I'll never forget, how they sold Marcus Garvey for rice Said I, never forget, how they turned their backs on Paul Bogle So non of you, non of you forget... Who you are, and where you stand in the struggle [Verse 2 Reprise] 'Cause when this rain, 'cause when this rain, rain, rain, rain, rain falls It don't fall on one man's house, I'm telling you the rain... I'm telling you the rain, rain, rain, rain, rain don't fall It don't fall... they... [Hook + Outro] They've got, they've got, so very many things to say about me I'm telling you lie They, and they, and they will have so many things They'll have so many things to say about you... To say about you 'Cause they don't know me, know me They don't know me, oh they don't know me, oh they don't know me Oh they don't know me well They, they, they, they, they, they, they don't know my Father 'Cause if they did, if they did... hey ey... theeey... Heh.. Intro[School bell rings] [Teacher: Ras Baraka] Please respond when I call your name... Alright, Kevin Charles... (Here) Jaris Boykins... (Here) Alicia Simmons... (Here) Phillip Valdez... (Here) Gabrielle Salado... (Here) Latoya Bradberry... (Right here) Antawn Mitchell... (Here) Shaquan Sutton... (Here) Cory Thomas... (Here) Tyron Lucas... (Here) Kennia Codwell...(Here) Tanika Marshall... (Here) Lauryn Hill... Lauryn Hill... Lauryn Hill... Walton Spates... (Here) (Music fades) Oh Jerusalem[Intro] Oh Jerusalem Oh Jerusalem Oh Jerusalem Oh Jerusalem [Verse 1] Realizing that there's no place else to go And there's nobody I know who can help me Textbook solutions are so improbable Cause everybody else is just as empty Naked as the day that I was born, I tried to hide Behind education and philosophy Hopeless explanation to describe a situation I can't see because the world's on top of me [Verse 2] Oh wretched man that I am, who will deliver me From the body of this death? Freeing me from dust, and the superficial trust Of an enemy that seeks to take my breath Failing to connect cause I'm morally defect By reason of the God inside my head Causing me to see only what pertains to me Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead [Verse 3] Limited to earth, unable to find out my worth Cause I can't see past my own vanity If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it From my mind because it has to be insanity Oh wretched man that I am, who will deliver me From the body of this death? [Verse 4] Can I even factor, that I've only been an actor In this staged interpretation of this day Focused on the shadow, with my back turned to the light Too intelligent to see it's me in the way What a paradox, having God trapped in a box All this time professing to be spiritual Naturally pretending, that I'm actually defending God through my facade, don't need material [Hook] Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness That thou mayest be saved from thy deception How long shall thy faith lodge lies within thee? Oh Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection [Verse 5] Submit to truth, leave the deception of thy youth So we could walk in the council of authority Forget the proof, our generation so aloof Only follow in the steps of the majority Trust in the Lord with all thy heart And lay not to thine, oh an understanding in all thy ways Acknowledge Him, and He shall direct our paths Be not wise in thine own eyes and you can follow him We judge and condemn, just as ignorant as them Who religion tells us that we should ignore Perpetrating we're in covenant with Him Exposed by the very things that we adore [Verse 6] We grin and shake hands, then lay ambush for the man Who has a different point of view then us Infuriated cause he doesn't understand Bringing up those things we don't want to discuss Why still do evil, we don't know how to do good Walking on in darkness running from the light Led to believe, because we live in neighborhoods Telling us what's going on will be alright Oh so repressed, so convinced that I was blessed When I played with my game of Monopoly Oh to suggest, that my life is still a mess Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me [Hook] Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness That thou mayest be saved from thy deception How long shall thy faith lodge lies within thee? Oh Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection [Verse 7] Abide in me and I in you, as the branch cannot bear Fruit of itself except in the vine I am the vine, ye are the branches, he that lives in me And I in him, the same bring forth much fruit Without me, you can do nothing Oh Jerusalem, you're traditions have deceived you I've chosen you, you haven't chosen me Do whatsoever, you asking my name he may give to you But in vain they call my name Teaching doctrines just the same Justified among themselves But God know with the heart, what man esteemed as smart Is an abomination to Emmanuel [Verse 8] Just repent, turn from selfish motivation So iniquity will not cause your demise Make you a new heart and a new spirit For why would he die? Oh Jerusalem, please tell me why I have no pleasure in the death of him to die Says the Lord God where forth turn yourselves and live It's not the talkers, but the walkers and His Word Are the only ones the Father will forgive [Hook] Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness That thou mayest be saved from thy deception How long shall thy faith lodge lies within thee? Oh Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection [Outro] Oh Jerusalem SelahNothing can be done against the truth No matter how we remain in denial, yeah Wasting time, replacing time with each empty excuse But that'll only work a little while Coping with despair, knowing you're not there Ashamed to just admit I've been a fool So I blame it on the sun, run away from everyone Hoping to escape this ridicule Trapped in misery, wrapped so miserably And this deception, I wear it like a skin Dying to maintain, oh I keep trying to explain A heart that never loved me to begin Oh I'm such a mess, I have no choice but to confess That I've been desperately trying to belong Lieing to myself and everybody else Refusing to admit my right was wrong [Refrain:] And then He came Selah, oh and it means Praise and meditation, and then He came Selah, oh and it means Did you think about that, and then He came Selah, oh and it means Praise and meditation, and then He came Selah, oh and it means That it is seen How beautiful is fruit still in denial of its roots My guilty heart behaves so foolishly This treason from within that reasons with my sin Won't be happy till it sees the death of me Selfishly addicted to a life that I depicted Conflicted cause it's not reality Oh what's left of me, I beg you desperately Cause me to agree with what I know is best for me Please save me from myself, I need you, save me from myself Please save me from myself so I can heal The choices that I've made, oh have been nothing but mistakes What a wasted use of space, should I die before I wake In all of my religion, I've fortified this prison Obligated to obey the demands of bad decisions Please save me from myself, I need you Save me from myself, please save me from myself so I can heal [Refrain] And then He came And then He came, then He came, then He came And then He And then He came Love[Verse 1] Your love is like the ocean, and I am like the sand Responding to your power, a safe place for you to stand But when the undercurrents come, and pull you out to sea I'm left with shells and slippery rocks where you used to be And when the sun comes beating down and burns my body dry It's hard to wait until the tide to quench my thirst, so I cry, I cry Cry, cry, and then at last, the sun goes down And leads into your sea And I can feel your desperate hands all over me, all over me I dream of you, when I know I shouldn't, shouldn't You are hurting me and you said that you wouldn't You promised me you wouldn't you wouldn't I said I'd be with you and I know I couldn't And I knew I couldn't Oh, I, oh I. Indeed, indeed, indeed [Outro] So moves like that This is how we bust rhymes on a phat track Me and Kahlee, female refugees, we get down like that I don't know what to sing so my artistry brings Things from off the top of my head I bust freestyles instead Of memories of the time when we were free Nice For What (Remix)[Intro: Big Freedia] I wanna know who mothafuckin' representin' in here tonight Brooklyn! Uptown! Hold on, hold on [Pre-Chorus: Lauryn Hill Sample & Lauryn Hill] Hold on I keep lettin' you back in (Hey) you back in How can I, explain myself? Care for me, (Hey) care for me, you said you'd (Hey) care for me (What yall know about that) There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, (Yo, yo) you said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? [Chorus:] See this is Ex-Factor He took the sample My shit is classic Here’s an example Of how we niced it up on a rhythm so many wanna Spice it up on a rhythm See this is Ex-Factor We took the sample My shit is classic Here’s an example Of how we niced it up on a rhythm so many wanna Spice it up on a rhythm (Listen) [Verse 1:] You know I'm only here 'til manana Catch the plane so I can go to Punta Cana Ripped up jeans and I'm Balenciaga mama With dread dem who like to sing song, like satta massagana I'm in the short natural like I'm Lola Folana Birthed two lions codename Black Madonna [?] head gear from Botswana Backyard it's [?] we no longer nana's Watch that shit we go bananas Watch that shit we go bananas [Refrain] I'm the original I turned the paradigm Who be the written * who be the mastermind See how I sliced it up on this rhythm So many wanna spice it up on this rhythm I'm the original I burned the paradigm So many, wanna See how I sliced it up on this rhythm So many wanna spice it up on this rhythm [Verse 2] So stop actin' like you didn't grow up singing my songs I stoop down on this bitch like I had wings on my own I transcended speak truth like I wrote the amendments Sorry if you offended it's the truth that I mean Birds, beans, and, *pie, we take it the same Mention my name its the same [?] they like [?] the brain My shit still doin' the thing My shit still raise the pain Halabit* the world before we came We conquered before we came Emoji's and all flames And the game was never the same And the game was never the same And the- [Refrain] I'm the original I burned the paradigm Who be the written [?] who be the mastermind See how I sliced it up on this rhythm So many wanna spice it up on this rhythm [Chorus] See this is Ex-Factor He took the sample My shit is classic Here’s an example Of how we niced it up it up on a rhythm so many wanna Spice it up on a rhythm See this is Ex-Factor He took the sample My shit is classic Here’s an example Of how we niced it up it up on a rhythm so many wanna Spice it up on a rhythm See this is Ex-Factor He took the sample This shit is classic Here’s an example Of how we niced it up it up on a rhythm so many wanna Spice it up on a rhythm Doo do do do do See how we Niced it up it up on this rhythm so many wanna Spice it up on a rhythm See this is Ex-Factor He took the sample This shit is classic Here’s an example Of how we niced it up it up on a rhythm so many wanna Spice it up on a rhythm [Outro] God bless you guys Come on thank you so much I’ve Got Life[Intro: Nina Simone] I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no hurt, ain't got no job Ain't got no money, no place to stay Ain't got no [Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] Programmed inequity, it's in the nervous system Listen, watch the words, how they twist 'em Two thirds of the world turned victim Subtle energy, they capture and block chi The unseen violence behind the democracy Some call it hypocrisy, turn freeman into property And logically justify not treatin' 'em properly Invisible ink in the constitution Meant to preserve the institution, unequal distribution Of wealth, goods and services Revolvin' door, no floor, just anxiety and nervousness Trapped in circuses Herds of us, not understandin' our purposes When appetites and psychological types Get caught in the hype, it's tight from morning 'til night I'm demanding my rights Women's suffrage then black suffrage Or Jim Crow, the KKK American terrorism Murders and beatings on television It's in the cells now, you thought that was yesterday? But the compression stays, trauma still got most afraid Stuck in the memory, fear gives birth to lethargy Generations of children in jeopardy History written in jealousy, scribes full of heresy Full of barbarians, ch-ch-check out my melody Musical therapy, reprogram Africa full of coltan Coltrane was a cold man Black genius in a cold land tryna be the whole man Heal the homeland Past time for our own land Where a grown man can be a grown man The system has benefit for robbery is robbery You can't run from it, God is a natural monopoly Divine creator stuck in monotony Bureaucracy, psyche on poverty Self-esteem broken like pottery No more, not me, codename anomaly Cause there's just no match for the prodigy Sovereignty, the god in me Walking university, living cosmology Without apology [Hook: Nina Simone] I've got life I've got laughs I've got headaches and toothaches And bad times too like you, you, you [Verse 2: Lauryn Hill] OK The more you suppress life the stronger it gets With death life the longer it gets I know it’s hard to admit That you follow some bullshit Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill Repression, oppression: same thing (same thing) Fear the shadow that’s the main thing (main thing) They keep running from Every action yields an equal and opposite one Yes that means the consequence comes Fields of cumbersome back breaking labor Can’t be healed with just a cummerbund I was homecoming queen call me number one Yep that’s another one, now give the drummer some Tell every mother’s son expression can be far more powerful than a hundred guns See my Kalashnikov lyrics with the safety off Now dance around these niggas like Baryshnikov Street sweeper my words are my keeper It’s in the ether, now what you trynna tell these preachers, It’s done It’s done let loose your tongue Gifted, black and young Watch these devils run They knew a change was gonna come Sinner man looking for a place to run Tell the truth in tongues’ enemy reduced by one's Thousands 2 can put 10,000 in flight Speak truth to power every 24 hours [Hook: Nina Simone] I've got life I've got laughs I've got headaches and toothaches And bad times too like you, you, you [Verse 3: Lauryn Hill] (Ay let me tell you) Imperialism is a form of Jihad They killed and enslaved millions for gold bullion, in the name of God The children of mammon called it spiritual famine Can we examine, how they stole bauxite, rubber, labor, diamonds and platinum? The building blocks of society and economy, broke humanity to build the colonies Using reverse psychology to keep us from knowing our quality No more human tragedy, no more mis-recognition, no more addiction Let’s accurately diagnose our condition! Listen: 400 years of the abuse and misuse of religion Don’t give me another person’s prescription! I need what I need, my deeds are my deeds As a man thinketh so is he, Mezanmi! Take the land back, every child, woman and man back Reevaluate history, expeditiously Can’t live my life in apostasy Emulate the apostrophe hang with S, you can rock with me I come in love and truth (truth) Look at what I went through Now it’s time to acknowledge just what I give you: Life [Hook: Nina Simone] I've got life I've got laughs I've got headaches and toothaches And bad times too like you, you, you [Verse 4: Lauryn Hill] There’s a whole lotta wrong to be righted, I get excited I'ma kick this shit off like I’m on Manchester United & my attention is undivided, so you can’t divide and conquer me! I’m sitting comfortably in a SUV, up in my SUV taking artistic liberties Making musical history, a lil' acupuncture, structural integration, my meditation, liberating a generation & beyond that, I’m taking the bomb back. I’m splitting atoms for freedom, America needs more FREED men, able to talk right, not prone to GREED men (It’s just not what you need man) Let your words and deeds line up, master the mind, young king man??, put your signs up, intelligent designs up!, plant your seeds, keep your dimes up, cuz no man knows when the time’s up It’s elemental like Solomon in the temple, Ark of the Covenant, accountable to a higher government I’m looking for love (in all the wrong places) Somebody tell me, where them brothas went, reclaim your wealth, no more giving the enemy help, no more sympathy for the devil, let'em hang himself Get all the billion Black people out of these bottles, suffer while grown people get coddled, you know the novel [Hook: Nina Simone] I've got life I've got laughs I've got headaches and toothaches And bad times too like you, you, you Interlude 5You all doin’ alright?...You okay? *claps* I’m not screamin at ya, I’m just askin you a question. Y’all givin’ me a clap. A yes is fine (laughing) okay? (voice from audience “I love that song”) Thank you. Praise God. I tell you, I know everybody’s in the same mess. I’m telling you. We all are. I, I, I know that, you know... and I’m just, you know, I’ll be the first to tell you, you know, I’m a mess and God is dealing with me everyday. And everyday I’m trying, you know, how I can be less of a mess. Cuz you know, he showed me, Look Lauryn, you know, You’re the problem, okay, I’m going to show you how you’re causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that’s what all of these songs are about, just, problem, cause and solution. Free your mind. It’s like, we all think that the gospel is join and church building, and that’s deception, you know. The real gospel is Repent, which means ‘let go of all that crap,’ that’s killin’ you. Life was supposed to be a pleasurable experience, not this torment, you know. And when I realized that I was tormenting myself, it was about my lust. It wasn’t about things that I needed it was just, you know, all these security blankets. I mean, the more I acquired I became more of a prisoner. I mean, you know, forty people on staff, and you can’t do nothing, and now creativity is impossible because all you can think about is all these folks that you know, you’re supporting and carryin’ and you know, it’s not good. You know, everybody… a friend of mine says that every tub has to stand on it’s own bottom, you know. And in that respect, we all get to do what our passion is. See , that’s what praisin God is all about, is doing your passion. You know, it’s not useless, worthless ritual, you know, monotonous ritual, where we just show up and can’t wait to see the game, you know. It’s doing your passion and fulfilling your passion. You know. That’s how we’re thankful. That’s how we say we appreciate the opportunity to be alive. And I’m just glad that I, you know, I don’t have to slave anymore. You know, cuz I, music was my love, and because of everything I thought had to accompany my music it became my burden. It just got stolen from me. I said, What is this? How did this thing that I love so much so easily and so quickly turn to something I loath and hate? And so now, you know, I understand that it was because I was measuring myself or trying to compare myself to a standard that wasn’t reality. It wasn’t the standard at all, you know. T here’s a scripture in the Bible that we, what does it say, it says ‘We compare ourselves amongst ourselves’ you know. That’s not the standard. You already are the standard. What are you trying to fit into a standard for? We were each created to be individual standards, you know. And we’re trying to fit into a standard? It doesn’t make any sense, you know. So now I’m just, you know, after all that, I’m just ready to be me. And it’s a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes purposely, because of parts of ourselves that we were unhappy about. And it’s because we didn’t understand, you know, because there’s all this social doctrine that says, you know, that The infinite God, with all this expression, who created every single one of us, absolutely different, On purpose, wants everybody to fit into the same suit. But like, you know, that’s deception. That’s deception. (Talking to someone offstage) Okay, let me just, I think this is the wrong one (laughing) I don’t think this is the right one. We took…we were in, um, Florida this weekend and we took the kids to Disney world, and um, you know we were going, they gave us a tour. They escorted us through the back. And when they escorted us through the back, we got to see how, you know, there all these people workin all hard, and it was like, real dirty back there, and of course, in the front it was all immaculately clean. And I said, I said, you know, People need to see the reality, they need to see, you know, how these people slave to maintain this illusion. And it felt like my life. I said, If people only knew what it was. It’s like, you know, a bunch of musicians, listen, bustin’ their ‘mm’ workin all hard to make it look easy. What’s the point? You know, Oh, uh, I just threw this together, uh…(audience laughs). You know, it’s like, you know what I’m sayin? I mean, you know. Slaving. Slaving to act like, you know, I wake up like this. And none of us do, you know, none of us do. None of us do. And reality is good cuz that means everybody could just exhale, let your belly out, you know, and chill. You know. But people get mad at me when I say, Look, let’s stop frontin’. And I’m saying, you know, that’s the blessing. Now we can go around and look at each other and say, Oh, you got one too?! And be free. And we want to defend the curse. I’ll tell ya, that was not fun. Did it for a long time... Too long. (offstage) You didn’t find it? It’s another white one. But you see…in my purse. Or the, the other bag? Or the green one? Ghetto. You know, it’s reality, okay (laughing)? One time, it came to me, you know, I was just told very concretely. You know, it was like that voice, the right one, said to me, he said, Lauryn, You know the real you is more interesting than the fake somebody else. I just want you to know that. Because we always thought we could get, you know, we could get reality by just putting on the clothes and wearin’ the face and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it’s like I’ve always told to my husband, it’s like, look, you know, we look at Bob Marley, you know, and we say Okay, let’s just grow locks and wear the clothes and have the band and we have no many idea how many years of struggle and pain and suffering that made that content. You see what I’m saying? You can’t get it from the outside in. Truth is from the inside out. You know, and the way we’ve been trying to heal and be healed is with these topical, surface, superficial, temporary solution. And I’m telling you, true healing is from the inside out. You know, we’ve been told to protect our outer man while our inner man is dying. (offstage) Oh, this is the one. Boy I’ll tell ya, God made him for me. I’m something to put up with. And to endure that is amazing. I’ll be the first to tell you, trust me. Y’all could clap cuz that’s some real work (more clapping). I was in there in the room, you know, before we came out here, and he said to me, I said, Ro should I change? And he said, Yeah. So I looked at him, I said, Why did you tell me to change I was comfortable, man. But I asked him the question. So I went in the room and I tried on all these clothes and I was like, I feel like an idiot. So I pulled out all these clothes and I’m sayin, ok Ro, you know, Pack the bag neatly, you know, Could you put the clothes back in? And he’s like, Alright. So he’s trying to do this but then I’m like, No! Now take this out! Now put that back and take that out! Put that back, hold that, take, that, put, The orange shoe! The orange shoe! So I’m like. And then after awhile I just said, Ro baby, could you leave? Please get out the room. And I just put back on the clothes I came in. Okay, I was like…I’m just not there anymore. Nah, I’m telling you. It’s like, uh (laughing). Hey you know he’s learned. Because before we used to just beef and now he’s like, Okay…I’m out. It’s real. God gave us a brand new relationship, man, I mean, one in truth, you know. It’s like, we date people, like let’s say, you know, we’re interested in somebody and we put on the perfume and dress up and then we do things that we will never ever ever do again! You understand what I’m sayin? It’s like…And that’s why so many marriages end up in divorce. It’s because people wake up next to a stranger. They say, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where’s that man that used to do ‘du, dua, and du.’ And I’m sayin let’s give them reality from the door because: you’re going to attract love, and the one that really loves you. And then you don’t have to pretend and falsify, and you know, keep that posture. You know, you know, I can’t, I’m just like...I’ll never forget when I first met him I said to him, it was like, he saw me eating in front of him, and he told me, he was like, You eat like a man, you must not like me. You know, because, women, usually they keep that posture. And I said, Nah. I said it’s not even that, you know. It’s but, this is reality. This is, you know, and that’s it, man, I mean, I’m just telling you, it’s so wonderful to finally find… And trust me, it’s a work in progress, it’s not something that happens overnight. We all have to be introduced to each other. I’m telling you, I know that I’m up here and you see, Lauryn Hill, you came to see Lauryn Hill. But this is the first time y’all meet me. You see what I’m saying? Don’t think you met me before, okay. And as I grow, you’re going to meet me a little bit more. You’re gonna be exposed to the real me a little bit more. I can tell you I had to reintroduce myself to everybody I know. My mother my father. Listen, y’all never knew me. I want to introduce you to me. I’m just getting to know me. And you know what, anything that’s not growin' is dead, so we better be changing. You know, people would say to me, they would hold me hostage. And they, seriously, emotionally hostage, and they’d say, Uh, she’s changing. The money’s changing her. And I’d say Listen, the money’s not changing me, God’s changing me. I’m changing, because that’s a natural part of life. We’re all supposed to change. Who wakes up and is the same way tomorrow and the day after that? Nobody is. Let the experience teach you and be real, man. And, um..there’s gonna be warfare involved. Because there’s some people who prefer deceptions, see. They say, uh, I don’t like this new expression, and I say, what, you want two-thirds of me to stay outside? I’m a whole person. You can’t say, you know, two-thirds of Lauryn, come in here. Only two-thirds is acceptable. I’m a whole person. You know. And that’s everybody. You always talk about spiritual warfare and we didn’t realize that it was in relationships. It’s emotional warfare. Being able to tell the people we love the most the truth about ourselves. And when they say, Hey that doesn’t fit into our box for you, we say, well, I ain’t in no box. Don’t try to put me in one. I’m going to play a little bit of guitar with this one, but I might stop it’s cuz I really want you to listen to the words, so if I stop, you understand why. I want you to really hear the words… Killing Me SoftlyStrummin' my pain with his fingers Singin' my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song telling my whole life With his words killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him And listen for a while And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strummin' my pain with his fingers Singin' my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song telling my whole life With his words killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on Strummin' my pain with his fingers (One time, one time) Singin' my life with his words (Two times, two times) Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song telling my whole life With his words killing me softly with his song I said whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, la, la, la, whoa Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohla, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, whoa Oh, oh, oh, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Strummin' my pain with his fingers (Yes he was) Singin' my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song telling my whole life With his words killing me softly with his song Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (Remix)[Intro:] Uh, uh, uh, we got the... (Oh my God! Is it real?) Oh, we got the... (Oh my God! Is it real?) A one-two, a one-two (Oh my God!) Yeah, uh... [Verse 1:] You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you (Baby) You'd be like heaven to touch (Huh) I wanna hold you so much (Yeah) At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive (I'm alive, yeah) You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you [Verse 2:] Pardon the way that I stare (the way that I stare) There's nothing else to compare (What?) The sight of you leaves me weak (So weak) There are no words left to speak (words left to speak) But if you feel like I feel (Yeah) Please let me know that it's real (It's all real) You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you [Chorus:] I love you baby, if it's quite all right I need you baby, to warm the lonely night I love you baby, trust in me when I say okay (It's okay) Oh pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby... (It takes two to make a thing go right) [Verse 3:] You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive (Thank God, what?) You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you [Chorus:] I need you baby, and if it's quite all right I need you baby, to warm a lonely night I love you baby, trust in me when I say it's okay (Check the jewelers) Oh pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay And let me love you (What?) Oh baby let me love you, oh baby... I need you baby (It's a conspiracy) I love you baby (It's like... uhl...) I need you baby (I want you) Trust in me when I say it's okay Oh, oh pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby... A one-two, a one-two A one-two, a one-two A one-two, a one-two A one-two, a one-two A one-two, a one-two... Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ya'll Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ya'll It's a... it's a conspiracy Read the papers! Yo, 'cause it's all propaganda The Conquering Lion[Verse] The conquering lion Shall break every chain The conquering lion Shall break every chain Give him the victory Again and again and again and again Give him the victory Ohh The conquering lion Shall break every chain The conquering lion Shall break every chain Give him victory Again and again and again and again and again and again Give us some victory Ohh, yeah Ohh, conquering lion Shall break every chain, every chain, every chain The conquering lion, yeah ohh Shall break every chain Give us some victory We need some victory We need some victory Again and again and again and again Give, give, give, us some victory Ohh, ohh, ohh The conquering lion He'll break every chain Every one of your chains, every one of your chains The conquering lion Hey, he's gonna break all of those chains if you just let him Give him, give him the victory, give him the victory Again and again and again and again Give him the victory Ohh, ohh, ohh Just Want You Around[Intro] I just want you around I just want you around I just want you around I just want you around [Verse 1] Thought that I had lost you I can hardly make a sound When I thought I couldn't hold you Knew the world had let me down Should have took the time to tell you You keep my feet on the ground I hope that you can hear me Cause I know its not profound [Hook] I just want you around I just need you around I just want you around I just need you around [Verse 2] When I thought I was without you I got used to being down It was my fault I used to doubt you But that ain't me next time around Please believe me when I tell you Cause all my words are bound This is my cross now let me bare it I was lost but now I'm found-found-found [Hook] I just want you around I just need you around I just want you around I just need you around [Verse 3] Took this love for granted Kept my feelings underground Should have watered what I planted Should have known what I have found I'm not used to being lonely I don't like the way it sounds You're the only one I know-yeah Who don't turn my upside-down [Hook] I just want you around I just need you around I just want you around I just need you around Just Like WaterMoving down the streams of my lifetime Pools of fascination in my sleep Cooling off the fire of my longing Warming up my cold within his heat Bouncing down the walls of inhibition Evaporating all of my fears Baptizing me to complete submission Dissolving my condition with his tears It's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years It's just like the water, the water I ain't felt this way in years Coursing through my senses, he's prevailing Floating through the space of my design Drowning me, I find my insides sailing Drinking in the mainstream of his mind Filling up the cup of my emotions Spilling over into all I do If only I could get lost in his ocean Surviving on the thought of loving you It's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years, in years It's just like the water, the water I ain't felt this way in years Bathing in the fountain of his essence He causes my expression to remain Humbled on the mountain by his presence Washing my intentions with his name Sealing all the floodgates of his passion Saving all his liquid for his own Moisturizing me to satisfaction In my imagination, oh no He's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours Drawing out my nature with his hands Yearning, I'm so thirsty for his power Burning to be worthy of his land It's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years, in years It's just like the water I ain't felt this way in years Cleaning me, he's purging me And moving me around He's bathing and he's cleaning me And moving me around Around, and around and around and around Washing me, cleaning me Moving me around He's purging me, he's been cleaning me And moving me around And around And around Around And around Moving me around Doo Wop (That Thing) (Gordon’s dub)Yo, remember back on the bully when cats used to harmonize like "Wooo... wooo... wooo..." Yo, yo, my men and my women, don't forget about the Deen The Sirat al-Mustaqim, yo It's about a thing Yo, yo, yo, if you feel real good, lift your hands up in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere Yeah, yeah Put them up, put them up Put them up, put them up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? You act like you and him then give him a little trim To begin, how you think you really goin' to pretend Like you wasn't down when you called him again? Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him If you did it then, then you'd probably ... again Talking out your neck, saying you're a Christian A Muslim sleeping with the Jinn Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who're you going to tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock, when you really are a gem Baby girl, respect is just a minimum Niggas fucked up and you still defending him Now, Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn It's silly when girls sell their souls because of sin Look at what you be in, hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans, come again Yo! A-when when come again (yeah yeah) When when come again (yeah yeah) My friend come again (yeah yeah) Guys you know you'd better, watch out Some girls, some girls are only, about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Tims than his women Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend, popping yin (Like you got Yen) Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by the waist men Cristal by the case men, still living in his mother's basement The pretty face men claiming that they be the big men Need to take care of their three and four kids But they face a court case when the child support's late Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky silent men, the punk domestic violence men Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men How you gonna win, when you ain't right within? How you gonna win, when you ain't right within? How you gonna win, when you ain't right within? Unh unh come again Yo yo come again Brethren come again Sistren come again Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Watch out, watch out Look out, look out Girls you know you'd better, watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Guys you know you'd better, watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Girls you know you'd better, watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Hey, we have some very intelligent women in here, man Do you think you too young to really love somebody No, no, no, no, no I say it for me and I am adult and I say wait you too young to be in love This is silly, you infatuated with them You got nice jeans You wear fancy Adidas I mean it might be something I don't know It is a difference from loving somebody and being in love with somebody Well you tell me, what's the difference What's the difference? You can love anybody but when you in love with somebody You looking at it like this You taking that person for what he or she is Not matter what he or she look like And no matter what he or she do If you can fall in love you can fall out of love You might stop being in love with that person, but you can't stop loving that person Sometimes they never been loved before, they never been in love before They don't know the feeling to be loved She poetic She killed you We get in that conversation with that right? Social DrugsThese social drugs [x3] (Verse 1) Afraid to address the reality before me To proud to confess that I'm addicted to a lie So I seek temporary feeling To replace reality Though the truth is telling me I have died But I've been taught to numb it Sedated, don't confront it I hate it when I find out That I can't get what I wanted This emotional tantrum Has become sort of an anthem playing every time I need to take a little trip To hide this condemnation I'll find a combination Of man-made stimulation To deny my situation Now this unreality Is distorting what I see Reporting back to me A sense of false security So in my imagination I must find a recreation Desperately in search of ways To alter my sensation There's no equilibrium Inebriated till I'm numb Intoxicated until I'm dumb To avoid confrontation These social drugs Messing with my mind These social drugs Telling me I'm fine (Verse 2) Now this chemical analogy Is our emotional reality These political, traditional And ethnical stimulants And social etiquette Won't let us be too upset With the way things really are You're told to camouflage regret In a religious structure Tells us God wants us to suffer To support a situation we all know is obligation And if you shun the complication They'll just gun your reputation Like mob intimidation To enforce participation See they need to keep us fiends To their lies and broken schemes And if you find another means You're told you're being too extreme And if you wanted to get clean They'll just pull those social strings Holding up their social nose Defying noble things Now we're all stuck in tradition Unable to state opposition Too afraid to contradict The expectations of the system Oh and the harsh reality Is they made grace for you and me Instead of saving you and me They're just enslaving you and me These social drugs These social drugs These social drugs These social drugs Know what I mean Know what I mean These social drugs These social drugs [7x] Know what I mean These social drugs Messing with my mind These Telling me I'm fine These Messing with my head These social drugs Wanting me dead Know what I mean I Remember[Verse 1] I remember When you look into my eyes You saw right through me And I could not hide I was exposed Just like a child All of my heart You hold it in your hands I'm yours to command I'm yours to demand I, I feel so humble With you in my life With you in my life [Verse 2] I remember When I looked into your eyes I saw a reflection of myself And I could not lie Out of control Too weak to deny All of myself Is naked before you But what can I do There is nothing I can do I feel so beautiful With you in my life With you in my life [Outro] I remember I remember I remember I, ohh, ohh, ohh With you in my life With you in my life Interlude 3I tell you, there are no big shots in reality, y'all We're all in the same boat, dealing with the same issues, same problems, same stuff. Don't even buy it. All the perpetration... you know, all this... "We don't have problems." That's a lie. That's a lie. I know that the enemy is doing the same thing to me that he's doing to everybody else. I just know now that the only way to get out is through confrontation. See, we always thought it was retreat, you know, run away. And I'm telling you, you got to confront it This is a strange song because this song -- when this song was written, this is when everything sort of stopped. It was written a long time ago, but it was right before God just snatched me out of everything. And because I didn't understand... Initially it was written -- I'd written it about the whole Amadou Diallo situation, when it first happened. And I went to the studio, and I laid it down. And it was like, strong, for the first day. And then it just regressed everyday after that. And I said, "What's going on? What's happening?" And at the end of it there was a word that i used, "rebel." And I guess was afraid. It was such a hot time in the city at that point, I was afraid that if I Put the record out, people would misunderstand what I meant by "rebel" and they'd just take it to the streets. So I was very intimidated and afraid. And before I knew it a whole host of things happened. Everything stopped after that. And the creativity stopped. Everything stopped. That's when I realized I had to understand what I was talking about before I could tell somebody else what I was talking about. And I had to be, you know, a living example It's real crazy because I don't know what the press is saying because I don't listen to the press too much. But I know the view is that I'm emotionally unstable, which is reality. Like you aren't? I'm laughing because what I've realized I've become is one of those mad scientists who does the tests on themselves first, you see, to make sure that they work. And that's when you know, OK look, I got something that works. You know what I'm saying? I'm not gonna give you something that I haven't tested for myself. And you go through, and you're learning by way of experience, and you're making mistakes, and you're getting up A friend of mine once said to me, he said, Look, if we weren't supposed to turn around, why does a car have a steering wheel? Are we just supposed to crash into the wall? No, we're supposed to say, Listen, I was going the wrong way... Reverse! In this particular song, now I realize that this song is about freedom. You see? We could look at one human being, but it's about the spirit of freedom being taken out, and how it's taken out in all of us The song is called "I Find It Hard to Say." Bear with me a little bit Intro (MTV Unplugged No. 2.0)Oh no! Not you! What are you doing here? Oh boy it's gonna be hard now. Can we put him in the back? Robin, Robin, Robin... I used to get dressed for y'all, now I don't do that no more, I'm sorry. It's a new day, I don't have the energy Anybody got a joke? Ok so, these are brand new songs that very few people have heard, very much about, you know, what I've been going trough and what I've been learning -- a lot of wonderful life lessons, you know, that aren't easy to come by but you're very blessed after you realize why you had to go trough what you had to go trough It's just very important that you really listen to the words, you know, and if you have a hard time to hear what I'm saying please just raise your hand, you know, or something, object! You guys ready in there? (All set) Ok And you know, it's real interesting because I used to be a performer, and I really don't consider myself a performer so much anymore. I'm really just... I'm sharing, you know, more or less the music that I've been given. But if I stop, if I start, if I... you know... feel like saying, "Baby, baby, baby" for eighteen bars -- whatever, you know? I just... I do that So You guys are cool? [Yeah!] Ok I'm talking to people in my head too. It's alright though. Let's just warm up a little bit. I'm just gonna finish sucking on my lozenger Okay, so this particular song is called "Mr. Intentional." We'll see. We all tuned up now? Let's just warm up a little bit Feeling Good[Verse 1] Birds flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me, yeah It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me And I'm feeling good [Verse 2] Fish in the sea, you know how I feel River running free, you know how I feel Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me And I'm feeling good [Verse 3] Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean Don't ya know Butterflies having fun,, you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean And this hold world is a new world And a bold world for me [Verse 4] Stars when you shine, you know how I feel Scent of a pine, you know how I feel Oh, freedom is mine and I know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me [Scatting] I'm feeling good Redemption Song[Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] Old pirates, yes, they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of the Almighty We forward in this generation Triumphantly [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have Redemption song Redemption song Redemption song [Verse 2: Ziggy Marley, Lauryn Hill & Both] Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds! Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look? Yes, some say it's just a part of it But, we've got to fulfill the book [Chorus: Ziggy Marley, Lauryn Hill & Both] Won't you help to sing Another song of freedom? 'Cause all I ever had Redemption song Redemption song Redemption songs [Bridge: Ziggy Marley] Yeah, L. Boogie [Verse 3: Lauryn Hill] Yo, if they can stop this fruit They would pop this route Chop this fruit Treat us like a prostitute Knock this youth See me in my cocky suit God's recruit From fallin' even God's salute Tribal truth Ja people can't be mute Share my youth to Babylon can't regroup Sing, to Babylon can't regroup Sing, to Babylon can't regroup [Verse 4: Ziggy Marley, Lauryn Hill & Both] Emancipate yourself from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Some say it's just a part of it We've got to fulfill the book [Outro: Ziggy Marley, Lauryn Hill & Both] Won't you help to sing Another song of freedom, yeah 'Cause all I ever have Redemption song Redemption song (Haha) Redemption song (Yeah) Redemption song (Hey) Redemption song Open Tumblr Letter on RacismThe concept of reverse racism is flawed, if not absolutely ridiculous. Most, if not all of the negative responses from people of color toward white people, are reactions to the hatred, violence, cruelty and brutality that they were shown by white people for centuries. Much of the foundation of the modern world was built on the forced free labor of black peoples. The African Slave Trade, the institution of slavery, colonialism, its derivative systems, and the multiple holocausts throughout history, where whites used race as the defining reason to justify their oppression, conquest, and brutal treatment of non-white peoples, are how race became such a factor to begin with. The initial claim by the oppressors, followed a moral imperative (so they said) that people outside of Occidental and European birth were in savage and cursed conditions, and that God justified the captivity of these people, and the rape and pillage of their lands. Ironically, these oppressors would try to discard this same God, who supposedly justified this brutality, in the name of Darwin, whose famous line ‘survival of the fittest’ was used to justify criminal behavior once the Bible could no longer be used as a hiding place for economic domination and evil intention. Spirituality and morality were replaced by capitalism, and with it a conscious shift of focus toward the exploitation of the vulnerable. In order to justify reverse racism one would have to first create an even playing field, undo the generations of torture, terror, and brutality, and then judge whether or not a non-white person is in fact a racist. This approach would require people to examine the need/addiction to feel superior to someone else for no justifiable reason, and the myriad policies: Spiritual, political and social, that it bore. True dominion is self evident and not the result of sabotaging another in order to achieve it. That would be an illegitimate as well as a fleeting position. The Universe, will eventually seek to right/balance itself. Of course there are white people who live transcendent lives, not exploiting ill-gotten privilege or perpetuating the sins of their ancestors who used violence and deceit as a means to gain advantage over others. Humanity in proper order is obligated to acknowledge the Truth, whoever it comes from, be they Black, White or other. Righteous indignation is simply a response to long-standing evil. Much of the world is still reeling from the abuses of Imperialist selfishness, misunderstanding, ignorance and greed. Black people remain in many ways a shattered community, disenfranchised, forcefully removed from context and still caged in, denied from making truly independent choices and experiencing existential freedom. Their natural homes, just like their natural selves, raped and pillaged of the resources and gifts God has given to them. Interpreted through someone else’s slanted lens and filter, they remain in many ways, misrepresented. Taxation without proper representation, might I remind you, was the very platform of protest that began the Revolutionary War, which gained this country its independence from England. Anger is not only the natural response to the abuse of power, but is also appropriate when there is no real acknowledgment of these abuses, or deep, meaningful and profound change. If we took all of what we deem horrible regarding the criminal abuses that black people have committed over this country’s history, and add it all up, it still does not compare to the hundreds of years of terrorism, violent domination, theft, rape, abuse, captivity, and beyond that black people have suffered under the ideologies and systems of white supremacy, racism, and slave based paradigms. I say this only to say that abuse unresolved begets or creates abuse. How then does the chief offender become the judge? Might does not necessarily mean right. Right is right. People forcibly reduced to sub-human existences, so that they behave in sub-human ways, helps a system to justify itself or feel less guilty about its blood saturated foundation and gross crimes against humanity. People, like plants, grow where the light is. When you enclose a plant and limit its light source, it will bend itself toward the light, for the light is necessary for its survival. This same thing happens to people locked in communities where little light and little opportunity is allowed them, survival then forces them to twist and/or bend toward the only way of escape. There is good. And I both acknowledge and encourage the good. Instead of throwing out the Baby with the bath water, we do well to expose the intentionally poisoned water the Baby has been forced to soak in since its origin in these lands. America’s particular brand of hypocrisy is gross (double entendre). I shuddered during sentencing when I kept hearing the term ‘make the IRS whole’… make the IRS whole, knowing that I got into these very circumstances having to deal with the very energies of inequity and resistance that created and perpetuated these savage inequalities. The entire time, I thought, who has made black people whole?! Who has made recompense for stealing, imposing, lying, murdering, criminalizing the traumatized, taking them against their wills, destroying their homes, dividing their communities, ‘trying’ to steal their destinies, their time, stagnating their development, I could go on and on. Has America, or any of the nations of the world guilty of these atrocities, ever made black people or Africa whole or do they continue to sit on them, control them, manipulate them, cage them, rob them, brutalize them, subject them to rules that don’t apply to all? Use language, veiled coercion, and psychological torment like invisible fences to keep them locked into a pattern of limitation and therefore control by others. You have to remain focused to cease from rage. The prosecutor, who was a woman, made a statement during sentencing about me not doing any charity work for a number of years during my ‘exile.’ A) Charity work is not a requirement, but something done because someone wants to. I was clearly doing charitable works way before other people were even thinking about it. And B) Even the judge had to comment that she, meaning I, was both having and raising children during this period. As if that was not challenging enough to do. She sounded like the echo of the grotesque slave master, who expected women to give birth while in the field, scoop the Baby up, and then continue to work. Disgusting. When you are beaten and penalized for being independent, or truly self reliant, then you develop a dysfunctional relationship with self-reliance, and a fear of true independence. When you are beaten or threatened with death for trying to read a book, then you develop a dysfunctional relationship with education. When families are broken up by force and threat of violence, then the family structure becomes dysfunctional. When men who would naturally defend their women and families are threatened with castration and death, then this natural response also becomes dysfunctional. When looking at the oppressor is punishable by violence, then examination of him and his system becomes a difficult and taboo thing to do, despite every bone in your body demanding it. When questioning or opposing oppression is punishable by death, imprisonment, or economic assassination, then opposing systemic wrong in any or all of its meta manifestations is a terrifying concept. Anyone forced to live so incredibly diametrically opposed to that which is natural to themselves, will end up in crisis if they don’t successfully find a way to improve or transcend these circumstances! All of which require healing. It is only by the Grace of God and the resilience of the people that things haven’t been worse. Much of my music, if not all of it, is about Love, a therapeutic resolve created in response to the lack of messages encouraging people like me toward free moral agency. Helping to ameliorate this condition has never been addressed through the political arena alone. It is a sacrificial work that doesn’t simply happen between the hours of 9 to 5 or Monday through Friday, but when inspiration leads us to avail ourselves for the Truth that needs to be said. Unlike the system too often contrarily demonstrates, we believe that people can be and should be helped, and that trauma should not be criminalized but acknowledged, healed and dealt with. This takes awareness, sensitivity and a level of freedom in my opinion the system lacks. And if we don’t know or understand how to do it, then we humbly refer to a higher authority. We have no desire to create humanoids, turn people into machines, or dumb them down so that they remain dependent longer than necessary to an antiquated system in denial of its many inadequacies and need to evolve. Instead we seek to educate and shed light on the snares, traps, and enticements that people set up in the name of business that are intended only to catch the sleeping and/or uninformed. Why would a system, ‘well intentioned’, wait until breakdown or incarceration to consider rehabilitation, after generations of institutionally inflicted trauma and abuse on a people? To me it is obvious that the accumulation of generational trauma and abuse have created the very behaviors the system tries to punish, by providing no sufficient outlets for the victims of institutional terror. Clearly, the institution seeks to hide its own criminal history at the expense and wholeness of the abused, who ‘acting out’ from years of abuse and mistreatment, reflect the very aggression that they were exposed to. Lose MyselfI used to do it for the love a long time ago And all I ever wanted was love I used to love without fear a long time ago And all I ever wanted was love Then somebody came around and tried to hurt me Tried to make me feel like I was unworthy Took a pure love and tried to make it dirty Truth was they never did deserve me No! Chorus: I had to lose myself so I could love you better I had to lose myself, had to lose myself so I could Love you better Had to lose myself, had to lose myself So I could love you better Had to lose myself in love And that's just the way it is… Couldn't tell me I was loved when I needed it When, all I ever wanted was love Shoulda told me just because I'm worth receiving it But all I ever wanted was love There's something awesome about the selflessness it Takes to Give love and the good that it makes you True love can never really forsake you But it took a little while just for me to see Chorus: I had to lose myself so I could love you better I had to lose myself, had to lose myself so I could Love you better Had to lose myself, had to lose myself So I could love you better Had to lose myself in love And that's just the way it is… I had a paralyzing fear of facing failure And I couldn't love you perfectly with fear in my head So I perilously had to face the danger So I could come back and love you whole instead All of your soul I said So I could love you better Chorus: I had to lose myself so I could love you better I had to lose myself, had to lose myself so I could Love you better Had to lose myself, had to lose myself So I could love you better Had to lose myself in love And that's just the way it is… B-Sec: And so it goes that I never meant to hurt you Couldn't stay but I never meant to desert you Whole lot a things I just had to work through Time to heal and restore my self-worth too Confrontation of my fears and anxiety Cried a whole lot years, I suffered quietly And though it may have taken years I can finally Tell you that you were always on my mind Chorus: I had to lose myself so I could make it better I had to lose myself, had to lose myself so I could Make it better Had to lose myself, had to lose myself So I could make it better Had to lose myself in love And that was just the way! Bridge: Takes strength to absorb all the abuse I did Great love to absorb all the misuse I did Hey baby it's not an excuse I give And I'd do it all again because for you I live Takes strength to absorb all the abuse I did Great love to absorb all the abuse I did Hey baby it's not an excuse I give And I'd do it all again because for you I live Chorus: I had to lose myself so I could make it better I had to lose myself, had to lose myself so I could Make it better Had to lose myself, had to lose myself So I could make it better Had to lose myself in love And that was just the way! And that was just the way it is Interlude 1I'll tell you, um... Every single one of these songs, um, is about me first. Me first, um, it was like, you know, there was a period of time where I was just out, you know, just, just gone from the public, and, uh, I came to terms with the fact that... I had created this, uh, public persona, this public illusion. And it became, it, uh, it held me hostage; like I couldn't be a real person because you're too afraid of, you know, what your, your public will say. And at that point I had to do some dying and really accept the fact that, look, "this is who I am, and I have to be who I am, and all of us have a right to be who we are, and whenever we submit our will, because our will is a gift, it is given to us, so whenever we submit our will to someone else's opinion, you know, I mean, a part of us dies." You know, and so it's been, um... it's been... it actually hasn't been a long time. It feels like a long time, but it hasn't been a long time. Some miraculous things have happened in a short amount of time, and uh, I'm just very blessed to be able to be here today and get to share with you some of the things I've learned. I know some of it sounds almost cryptic and I been really just, just really... waiting for the patience and really just articulate where I'm coming from as simply as possible, so I'm working on that. But um... you know, I know, that you know that there's, uh... you know that I know that God doesn't lie and I know that he knows how to talk to the hearts of people better than anybody else, so I don't worry about that, cause whatever he relates to whomever is listening, that's what supposed to be understood at that time, so it's all good. But, um, this is a song called "Oh Jerusalem". Freedom TimeEverybody knows that they're guilty Everybody knows that they've lied Everybody knows that they're guilty Resting on their conscious eating their insides Its Freedom Said, its Freedom Time now Its Freedom Said its Freedom Time now Time to get free Oh, give yourselves up now Its Freedom Said, its freedom time yall There's a war in the mind For the territory over dominion Who will dominate opinions Schizims and isms Keeping us in forms of religion Conforming our vision To the world church's decision Trapped in a section Submitted to committee elections Moral infection Epidemic Lies and deception Insurrection Of the higest possible order Distorting our tape recorders From hearing like under water Beyond the borders Finding sin in disorder Bound by the strategy And systemic depravity Heavy as gravity Head first in the cavity Without a bottom A fate worse than Sodom What's got 'em drunk off the spirit? Truth comes and we can't hear it And you've been programmed to fear it I had a vision I was falling in indecision Appalling Calling religion some program on television How can dominant wisdom Be recognized in a system Of anti-christs and majority rules Intelligent Fools PhDs of ilusions Masters of mass confusion Bachelors of Past illusions Now, who you choosing? The head or the tail? The Bloodshed or the Male? Or confidence in the veil? Conferences at Yale Discussing Doctrines at Baal (pronounced Bale) Causing People to Fail Keeping A third in jail His word is nailed, everything to the tree Severing all the me From all I used to be Formless and void Totally paranoid Enjoyed darkness as lord Keeping me from the sword Blocked from mercy Bitter than Ceres Hungry and thirsty For good meat, we would eat And still dine at the table of deceit How incomplete From confrontation to retreat We belong to true enemy's defeat Destitute a necessity Causing desperation to get the best of me Punishment 'till there was nothing left of me Realizing the inescapable death of me No options in the valley of decision The only option supernatural circumcision Inwardly Only water can purge the hearts from words The firey darts Thrown by the workers of the arts Iniquity Shaping in There's no escaping when Your whole philosiphy is paper thin In vanity The wide road is insanity Can it be all of humanity Picture that Scripture that The origin of man's heart is black How can we show up for An invisible war Preoccupied with a shadow Making love with a whore Aching in sores Babylon the great mystery Mother of human history System of social socercery Our present condition needs serious recongnition Where's there's no repentance there can be no remission And that sentence more serious than Vietnam The atom bomb and Sudam and Minister Farakhan What's going on What's a priority to you By what authority do we Majority hasn't a clue We majored in curses Search the chapters check the verses Recapture the land remove the mark off our hands So we can stand In agreement with his commands Everything else is damned Let them with ears understand Everything else is damned Let them with ears understand Its Freedom Said, its Freedom Time now Its Freedom Said its Freedom Time now Its Freedom I'm a be who I am Its freedom time Said, its freedom time Everybody knows that they lied Everybody knows they perpertrated inside Everybody knows that thier guilt is Resting on their conscious eating thier insides Get free Be who you're supposed to be Freedom Said its freedom time now Freedom Said its freedom time Freedom Freedom time now... Zion[Intro] One day you'll understand Zion [Verse 1] Unsure of what the balance held I touched my belly overwhelmed By what I had been chosen to perform But then an angel came one day Told me to kneel down and pray For unto me a man child would be born Woe this crazy circumstance I knew his life deserved a chance But everybody told me to be smart Look at your career they said "Lauryn baby, use your head" But instead I chose to use my heart [Chorus] Now the joy of my world is in Zion Now the joy of my world is in Zion [Verse 2] How beautiful if nothing more Than to wait at Zion's door I've never been in love like this before Now let me pray to keep you from The perils that will surely come See, life for you my prince has just begun And I thank you for choosing me To come through unto life to be A beautiful reflection of his grace See, I know that a gift so great Is only one God could create And I'm reminded every time I see your face [Chorus] That the joy of my world is in Zion Now the joy of my world is in Zion Now the joy of my world is in Zion Now the joy of my world is in Zion [Bridge] Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching Beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching Beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching Beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching Beautiful, beautiful Zion Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching Marching, marching, marching Marching to Zion, marching Beautiful, beautiful Zion Beautiful, beautiful Zion Beautiful, beautiful Zion Beautiful, beautiful Zion Ex-Factor (A Simple Mix)Y-yo.. y-yo.. uhh Y-yo.. y-yo.. uhh Y-y-yo.., yo, y-yo.. Y-y-yo.. It could all be simple but you'd rather make it hard Loving you is like a battle we both end up scarred Tell me who I have to be to get some reciprocity No one loves you more than me and no one ever will Is this just a silly game that forces you to act this way Forces you to scream my name, then pretend, that you can't stay Tell me who I have to be to get some reciprocity No one loves you more than me and no one ever will [HOOK:] No matter how I think we grow You always seem to let me know It ain't workin, it ain't workin, uhh And when I try to walk away You'd hurt yourself to make me stay This is crazy, this is crazy.. I keep letting you back in, how can I explain myself? As crazy as this thing has been, I just can't be with no one else I know what we've got to do, you let go I'll let go too No one's hurt me more than you and no one ever will Yo, y-yo, yo yo- I'm here now, not just because it's my year now I'm clear now, only feelin cats that's sincere now Heart of lioness, scientist, street Zionist Don't twist it, it's consistantly consistent If you missed it, this train is bound for glory End of story, my whole repoitory is Psalm 40 They bomb for me Thinkin they can mess with your plan, but I'mma play lamb Knowin that the Kingdom's at hand, and showin those who want it You gon' bring em the land, descendants of Ham Not concerned with the platinum status Cause every joint I threw, I would do for gratis I'm on the train with my Pips like I'm lil Gladys Or in the Range throwin chips to the kids in Addis (Ethiopia) Ababa, two kids and and a baby father Hot to lava, we Don Dadda, Don Dadda [HOOK] Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me! Give to me, give to me.. Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me! Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? Ohh noo.. why won't you live for me? Why..hahhhihhhhhh, won't you live, for me, for me, for meeee Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me! Give to meeeeeee.. Give to meeeeeee.. It could all be simple, but you'd rather make it hard.. Loving you, loving you, is like a bat-tle.. Tumblr PostIt has been reported that I signed a new record deal, and that I did this to pay taxes. Yes, I have recently entered into an agreement with Sony Worldwide Entertainment, to launch a new label, on which my new music will be released. And yes, I am working on new music. I’ve remained silent, after an extensive healing process. This has been a 10+ year battle, for a long time played out behind closed doors, but now in front of the public eye. This is an old conflict between art and commerce… free minds, and minds that are perhaps overly tethered to structure. This is about inequity, and the resulting disenfranchisement caused by it. I’ve been fighting for existential and economic freedom, which means the freedom to create and live without someone threatening, controlling, and/or manipulating the art and the artist, by tying the purse strings. It took years for me to get out of the ‘parasitic’ dynamic of my youth, and into a deal that better reflects my true contribution as an artist, and (purportedly) gives me the control necessary to create a paradigm suitable for my needs. I have been working towards this for a long time, not just because of my current legal situation, but because I am an artist, I love to create, and I need the proper platform to do so. The nature of my new business venture, as well as the dollar amount reported, was inaccurate, only a portion of the overall deal. Keep in mind, my past recordings have sold over 50,000,000 units worldwide, earning the label a tremendous amount of money (a fraction of which actually came to me). Only a completely complicated set of traps, manipulations, and inequitable business arrangements could put someone who has accomplished the things that I have, financially in need of anything. I am one artist who finds value in openly discussing the dynamics within this industry that force artists to compromise or distort themselves and what they do, rather than allowing them to make the music that people need. There are volumes that could (and will) be said. MLH Nothing Even Matters (Feat D’Angelo)Now the skies could fall Not even if my boss should call The world it seems so very small 'Cause nothing even matters at all Nothing even matters Nothing even matters at all Nothing even matters Nothing even matters at all See I don't need no alcohol Your love makes me feel ten feet tall Without it I'd go through withdrawal 'Cause nothing even matters at all Nothing even matters Nothing even matters at all Nothing even matters Nothing even matters at all These buildings could drift out to sea Some natural catastrophe Still there's no place I'd rather be 'Cause nothing even matters to me Nothing even matters Nothing even matters to me Nothing even matters Nothing even matters to me You're part of my identity I sometimes have the tendency To look at you religiously 'Cause nothing even matters to me Nothing even matters Nothing even matters to me Nothing even matters Nothing even matters to me Now you won't find me at no store I have no time for manicures With you it's never either or 'Cause nothing even matters no more Nothing even matters Nothing even matters no more Nothing even matters Nothing even matters no more Now my team could score And make it to the Final Four Just repossess my 4x4 'Cause nothing even matters no more Nothing even matters Nothing even matters no more Nothing even matters Nothing even matters no more Doo Wop (That Thing) (Album Version)[Intro] Yo, remember back on the boule when cats used to harmonize like Yo, my men and my women Don't forget about the deen, the Sirat al-Mustaqeem Yo, it's about a thing If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere! [Verse 1] It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and never called you again 'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? You act like you ain't hear him, then give him a little trim To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend Like you wasn't down and you called him again? Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again Talking out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian A Muslim, sleeping with the jinn Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin? Showing off your ass cause you're thinking it's a trend Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again You know I only say it cause I'm truly genuine Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem Baby girl, respect is just a minimum Niggas fucked up and you still defending 'em Now, Lauryn is only human Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans Fake nails done by Koreans Come again (x3) [Hook] Guys you know you'd better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing [Verse 2] The second verse is dedicated to the men More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women Him and his men, come in the club like hooligans Don't care who they offend, poppin' yang (Like you got yen) Let's not pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement The pretty face men claiming that they did a bid men Need to take care of they three or four kids And they face a court case when the child support late Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate men The sneaky, silent men The punk, domestic violence men Quick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be men How you gonna win when you ain't right within? (x3) Come again (x3) [Bridge (x3)] Watch out, watch out Look out, look out [Hooks] Girls you know you’d better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Guys you know you’d better watch out Some girls, some girls are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Girls you know you’d better watch out Some guys, some guys are only about That thing, that thing, that thing That thing, that thing, that thing Keep it Tight[Intro:] "Every man has the technique; and they're all different. But when you know mine, you'll be DEAD" Yo... (Can I see you?) Lauryn Hill on the track... (In the morning) New Ark got my back... DJ Skribble, just relax, haha! I'm a get you the joint! haha! Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh! [Verse:] As I span the cosmos Mahogany travel at the speed of sound Span the mainstream but still esteemed underground My parameters, and wrap up contaminants Travel twice Earth's diameter, intimidating amateurs (what?!) At the Apollo, I played the shepherd, sheep followed Chicks try to model after me like I'm Tyra Banks; wanna thank me 'cause my statements are prodigious Styles so prestigious, make a sinner act religious Street academics, seen alot of girls mimic (Huh) But when it's all over you can tell who's the gimmick L slang-bangs like a dub plate (Bing!) Jericho Sound System, mash up your club dates! Sweeter than a cherry on a fruit cocktail Whenever, Wherever, Whatever like Maxwell (Unh) My pentium makes more chips than Intel (Intel) I didn't mean to turn you on like Cherrelle! Kids move they body like they're tripping off of acid Anthony, not even fantasy can surpass it Once you blast it, one starts to feel kinky I think he, goes by the name of Young Slinky And just when you thought it was safe to relax L-Boogie spits with perfect syntax! Then, DJ Skribble make you dribble on the wax (What?)... DJ Skribble make you dribble on the wax! Can I hear you in the morning Like I hear you late at night? Chance to hear you, amp the party DJ Skribble, keep it tight! Just a short time in the morning Like I hear you late at night Chance to hear you, amp the party DJ Skribble, keep it tight! [John Forte: ] L' Boogie Interlude 2Can I get some of that tea? Some of that tea... I know I sound raspy, but that's, hey, I used to go on tour, you know, and I'd be a prisoner. I used to be a prisoner on tour, cause I would go on tour, and tour you're supposed to enjoy and have a good time, but I'd be this prisoner in a hotel, you know, drinking tea and, you know, telling the children, you know, "Mommy has to sleep" cause I wanted to maintain this, you know, immaculate sounding voice, but that's not realistic. You know, reality is, sometimes I stay up late, and this is what I sound like when I wake up the next day, and you know, it's a voice. You know, and to me, the more I, uh, I focus less on myself the more I realize I can be used to spread a message.Cause when I'm, I used to be so, oh my God, if I sound harsh and raspy I can't go out there. And that's a lie, you know, I just sound like a singer with a lot of stuff in her throat. So... I told the people at MTV that they got to light me better. If not people are going to keep saying, "who's that boy on stage, who's that little boy?" Okay, we just finishing tuning. Okay, let's see what's up World Is a Hustle[Verse 1:] Of the world spun by evil men with lies Only programmed to agree with what we see before our eyes Running after status quo on a television show Just a picture-perfect life is the only life we know And this uncomfortable reality got me chasing, chasing fallacy And the pace, the pace is killing me, but I so willingly practiced sin Just like it's my friend when the whole world is a hustle Exactly where did we arrive in this manufactured life? To sell my soul just to survive (yes) in the game of numbers I I must thank the Gods of Industry, oh, for the opportunity Or I display such loyalty, oh, for the way that they exploit me (yes) - Oh, to consider life outside of this Just like a splinter in my mind persists But the Ministry of Fear exists Only to keep me from knowing the truth Stealing my youth when the whole world is a hustle - Escape familiarity means that I must face the fear in me Do something with this greed in me in order to address this need in me Oh but I must confess the pride I keep, protect it as if it's my friend Oh, when will it end? When the whole world is a hustle To escape this mere analogy means that I must face the fear in me Do something with this greed in me in order to address this need in me Oh but I must confess the pride I keep, protect it as if it's my friend Until the bitter end when the whole of the world is a hustle Everybody’s got it going on (yeah right, yeah right) Everybody’s so damn strong (yeah right, yeah right) When the whole of the world is a hustle, a hustle (x5) I must exercise my faith cuz faith is a muscle When the whole world is a hustle Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair[Verse 1] Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands I love the ground on where he stands [Chorus] Black is the color of my true love's hair [Verse 2] I love my lover and well he knows Yes I love the ground on where he goes Yes I love the ground on where he goes And still I hope that the time will come When he and I will be as one When he and I will be as one [Chorus] So black is the color of my true love's hair [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh I love my lover and well he knows Yes I love the ground on where he goes Oh yes I love the ground on where he goes And still I hope that the time will come When he and I will be as one When he and I will be as one [Chorus] So black is the color of my true love's hair [Bridge] Black is the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love Black is the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love Black is the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love Black is the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love Black is the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's hair It's the color of my true love's It's the color of my true love The Passion[Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] If they only owned love, shown love, grown love, like this before If they only knew love, true love, to love, like this before If they only gave love, saved love, brave love, like this before If they only called love, love love, called love, like this before If they'd only showed love, they owed love, owed love, like this before If they only showed love, they owed love, owed love, like this before If they only knew love, true love, to love, like this before If they only gave love, saved love, brave love, like this before If they only showed love, they owed love, they owed love, like this before La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la... Like this before If they ever showed love, they owed love, they owed love, they owed love If they ever showed love, they owed love, they owed love, like this before Oh, oh, oh, oh... yeah La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la... [Verse 2: Lauryn Hill] If they only claimed love, claimed love, claimed love They maintained love Instead they drained love, stained love They didn't control love, my soul loves a whole love, like this before Received the same love If they didn't regret love, forget love, say they never met love If they will love, don't kill love, just be still love If they will love, don't kill love, just be still love If they will love, don't kill love, just be still love If they will love, don't kill love, just be still love Interlude 7I just feel like sharing, you know? I'm speaking to the guy in my head. Not the other-- not the bad guy! Interlude 4I'll tell you every single-- We all have gifts, you know, and um, like special gifts. And there's this voice inside of us that says "don't do that," you know. "Why you gonna get up there with that guitar? You're gonna like like a, a hip hop folk singer. What are you, you know, what are you?..." (Laughter) And I really went through, I mean, I'm serious, I mean I can laugh about it now, but it took a long time for me to understand that, you know, what I am is what I am. I can't be afraid to, you know, to expose that to the public. You know, always-get in trouble trying to make it, tryin' to dress it up, you know what I'm sayin'? Just tired of that, you know. Just tired of that. Tired of frontin'. Tired of that. And until I find a group of people that are as passionate about it as I am, I just roll alone until such time, you know? It's all good. God is faithful. Y'all still get to hear it, so... you know? 'Cause see that enemy he would tell me, you know "You don't have the 20 piece band, you can't do nothin'." I said, "Yeah, sure... Keep talkin'." 'Cause somebody's gon', they gonna see me and they gonna know "Oh I, there's somethin' that God's been tellin me to do. I can do it, too. I can do what I'm supposed to be doin'. I don't need an entourage. What do I need a crew for?" That doesn't validate you. Okay, let's see. Mmmm... Reprecussions[Verse 1] I was born into this world A little bitty baby girl Not looking white, looking so black In a racist world Now it's a difficult process The matter is our perception When I look in the mirror, what do I see Is it my reflection [Hook] See, repercussions Talkin bout the things we do You need to know repercussions Things can come right back to you You see repercussions What goes around comes around Repercussions [Verse 2] See I was born into this world, in another space and time Time has moved on, and death has grown closer Surely has blown my mind Ain't that a bitch, the way the world spins around Everything everything everything that I said and I did Surely came back around [Breakdown] See, repercussions Talkin bout the things we do Repercussions, things sure can come right back to you Repercussions, what goes around comes around Repercussions, they will get you down Repercussions,talkin bout the things we do Repercussions, things sure can come back to y You need to know that repercussions, what goes around comes around Repercussions, they will get you down 1996 Freestyle[Intro: Pras] Yo, this is the Refugees, gonna give you a little vibe of the score As we bug out in this studio wit' my man, John Peel You know how we do, bust it [Hook: Wyclef Jean] How many mikes do we rip on the daily? Say, me say, "Many, many", say, me say, "Many, many, many" How many mikes do we rip on the daily? Many, many, say, me say, "Many, many, many" [Verse 1: Lauren Hill] You crossed the line, now there's no comin' back Emcees are gettin' sucked into my intergalactical pull I'm the articles on you, on your ass If you get the microphone, brother, you can just say: 'Pras asked me no questions and I'm tellin' you no lies' If you're lookin' at me wrong, this wasn't meant for your eyes Realize you can't knock this cause this style is 'noxious It's gaseous, I'm turnin' all your rap pages to ashes Oh, this thing's creative, debated it from here to Asia Minor rhymers, find your vocabulary Kind of ordinary, I get tossed up, it's scary Maybe we're legendary, we roll blunts like Bob Marley And you sittin' on for Sugarhill, they was a band My man, learn your history before you try to sham Oh, shimmy, don't go bar-frontin', jokers need to start Led to the T-O-Ps where you find the Refugees Three like Jamaicans say when they feelin' I-R-E Ha-ha, so Wyclef, won't you touch it? [Hook] Lost Ones (Remix) (Part 1)[Intro: Rohan Marley] Yeah, yeah, yo, Lauryn, allow me to talk 'bout them, you see it? J. Period, as usual, run that again, that one's hot, from the top [Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] It's funny how money change a situation Miscommunication lead to complication My emancipation don't fit your equation I was on the humble, you on every station Some want play young Lauryn like she dumb But remember, not a game new under the sun Everything you did has already been done I know all the tricks from Bricks to Kingston My t'ing done made your kingdom want run Now understand L. Boogie non-violent But if a thing test me, I run for my gun Can't take a threat to my newborn son L been this way since creation A groupie call, you fall from temptation Now you want to bawl over separation Tarnish my image in the conversation Who you gon' scrimmage like you the champion? You might win some, but you just lost one [Hook: Lauryn Hill] (x4) You might win some, but you just lost one [Verse 2 Lauryn Hill] Now, now, how come your talk turned cold? Gain the whole world for the price of your soul Tryin' to grab hold of what you can't control Now you all floss, what a sight to behold Wisdom is better than silver and gold I was hopeless, now I'm on Hope Road Every man want to act like he's exempt He need to get down on his knees and repent Can't slick-talk on the day of judgment Your movement's similar to a serpent Tried to play me straight, now your whole style bent Consequence is no coincidence Hypocrites always want to play innocent Always want to take it to the full out extent Always want to make it seem like good intent Never want to face it when it time for punishment I know you don't want to hear my opinion There come many paths and you must choose one And if you don't change, then the rain soon come See, you might win some, but you just lost one [Hook] (x4) War In The MindEverybody knows that they're guilty Everybody knows that they've lied Everybody knows that they're guilty Resting on their conscience eating their inside It's freedom, I said it's freedom time now It's freedom, said it's freedom time now Time to get free, or give your selves up now It's freedom, said it's free time yo There's a war in the mind over territory, for the dominium Who will dominate the opinions? Schisms and isms, keeping us in forms of religion Conforming our vision to the world church of decision Trapped in a section, submitted to committing election Moral affection, epidemic lies and deception Insurrection, of the highest possible order Distorting our tape recorders from hearin' it like underwater Beyond the borders, find the sin in disorder Bound by the strategy of a systemic depravity Heavy as gravity, head first in the cavity without a bottom A fate, worst then Sodom What's gotem drunk of the spirit? Truth comes we can't hear it when you've been programmed to fear it I had a vision I was falling in indecision Appalling, calling religious a program on television How can... Dominate wisdom Be recognized in the system Of antichrists'? The majority rules Intelligent fools P. H. D. 's in illusion, masters of mass confusion Bachelors of past illusion Now who you choosing? The head or the tail? The bloodshed of the male or confidence in the veil? Conferences at Yale discussing doctrines of Baal Causing peoples to fail keeping a third in jail His words nailed everything to the tree Severing all of me from all that I use to be Formless and void, totally paranoid Enjoyed darkness's, Lord keeping me from the sword Conform To Love[Verse 1] What is freedom but a fleeting notion Is this reality or just emotion I would rather be a giver then Be apart of hurting you again [Chorus 1] I want to be conformed to love, show me what to do again Show me to win your love I want to be conformed to love So I can perform love [Verse 2] My impatience is the part of me That I realize you hate you say It complicates the very art of you Show me what ought to do I want to be comformed to love So I can perform love [Chorus 2] My Beloved is the greatest Love, yes! I think of him all the time My beloved is the greatest love Please make up my mind I want to be conformed to love So I can make more love I want to be pure pure love So I can restore love So I can make more love So I can be sure love Help me be secure love So I can make more love So I can restore love [Outro: Talking] That is the objective, to be conformed to love, to actually be love incarnate Because that is what I was before, but ya'll got that I think To be love incarnate, and to not listen to people who might say there's something wrong with being love, you know. I'll give you an example: You talked about professionalism But what does professionalism have to do with a real exchange You are as professional as you have to be right now You are as professional as you need to be Your sincerity has offended me in any way It hasn't confused or complicated things If anything it's broken down and made the environment more comfortable for everyone else What did it do, what was the cost of your lack of professionalsim, your so called lack of professionalism, because I don't call it that I believe a world can exist on honesty, I just do, you know. I'm a believer I Find it Hard to Say (Rebel) Updated Version[Verse 1] I find it hard to say, that everything is alright Don't look at me that way, like everything is alright Cuz my own eyes can see, through all your false pretenses But what you fail to see, is all the consequences You think our lives are cheap, and easy to be wasted As history repeats, so foul you can taste it And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it His life so incomplete, and nothing can replace it [Refrain] And what I got to say, is rebel It can't go down this way, not today, rebel And what I got to say, is rebel It can't go down this way, rebel [Verse 2] And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it Your lives so incomplete, and nothing can replace it Fret not thyself I say, against these laws of man Cause like the Bible says: "His blood is on their hands" [Refrain] And what I got to say, is rebel It can't go down this way, not today, rebel And what I got to say, is rebel It can't go down this way, rebel [Outro] Oh are you, oh are you satisfied Oh are you, oh are you satisfied Then rebel, then rebel, then rebel, and rebel Rebel... ohhh rebel Then rebel, then rebel, then rebel, then rebel Stand up and live, stand up and live Stand up and live, stand up and live Stand up and live, stand up and live Stand up and live... #LetterOfRecognitionLETTER OF RECOGNITION MS LAURYN HILL Letter Of Recognition- Firstly, I want to thank everyone who wrote letters and sent packages and books. Because of you there was not one day that I didn't receive mail while I was away. I appreciated that. Also, know that many of your letters not only touched me but continued to confirm for me what I already knew but needed to hear again: that sincere expression has a serious purpose. If one of you had been touched, picked up, encouraged, prevented from succumbing to some measure of social or Spiritual decline, then it was worth it. Folks, walk strong, seek light and Universal correction in all things. Know that man-made concerns and Universal concerns are not always in agreement. Obviously, strive to please God. Thank you again and again. In Love and Freedom, Ms. Lauryn Hill @mslaurynhill __________________________________________________________________ Ms. Hill would like to thank the following people for their words of encouragement and support: Jessica Lucas, Victoria, BC; Debbie J. Duncan, AL; Bessie Williams, Henderson, NC; King Solemon Kamali, Santa Clara, CA; Jahi, Oakland, CA; Candice Hughes, Las Vegas, NV; Cherisse Pittman, Alpine, AL; Joshua Curry, Benton, AR; Ana Rodriguez, Cranston, RI; Dr. Marcus Anthony Hunter, New Haven, CT; Naty Marrufo, Seaside, CA; Re Grace, Lake Forest, CA; Carter Grant, New York, NY; David Cruz, Hartford, CT; Terryl Lee Elder, Jr., Ansonia, CT; Sundiata Sadiq, Ossining, NY; Daisy, Tannersville, PA; Jerald Miller, New York, NY; Sister Souljah, New York, NY; Heidi Salcedo, Bethel, CT; Devon Young, Newark, NJ; Ralph Mitchell/Carthage Financial Group, Quincy, MA; Patrick Lanary, New York, NY; Tomeka Ramocan, Burlington, NJ; Birk Paluzzi, Elmwood Park, IL; Ms. Kirema Colbert, Hartford, CT; Derek Singletary, Astoria, NY; Steven Marcus, North Hollywood, CA; Rashad Hawkins, Alpharetta, GA; Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA; Shareen Arroyo, Charlotte, NC; Mr. Daniel Aguilar, Brownsville, TX; Nadisha Postell, Bronx, NY; Claudia Bruno, Los Gatos, CA; Ms. Mamie Scott, Reading, PA; Maurad Ouazine, France; Robert D. Boyd, Maricopa, AZ; Aframerican Bookstore, Omaha, NE; Dr. Cynthia Chapman; Latisia Phillip, Virginia Beach, VA; Carl Williams, Roxbury, MA; Gerald Ludwig, Regensburg, Germany; Renee Manley, Northampton, MA; Steve Nickerson, Los Angeles, CA; Maisha Yearwood, Los Angeles, CA; Sister Nubia, Detroit, MI; Tywanda Auld, Philadelphia, PA; Sister Souljah (again), New York, NY; J.R. Castaner, New York, NY; Brenda Davis, New York, NY; John Forte’, New York, NY; Darrel Muhammad, Orangeburg, SC; Barbara Mirza, Santa Monica, CA; Patrice Tucker, Oxon Hill, MD; Haakeem Quddus, Philadelphia, PA; Casonya O’Neil, Aiken, SC; Sarah Bullard, Orlando, FL; Karen Mason, Atlanta, GA; Caroline Curran, Troy, NY; Carletta Hagins, Tampa, FL; Donelle R. 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Duncan, Eutaw, AL (again); Carl Willimas, Roxbury, MA; O’Leatha Harris, Bowling Green, KY; Karl Fields, Richton Park, IL; Brandon Laster, Calumet City, IL; Kara DJ, Whitehouse Station, NJ; Nathaniel Mitchiner, Newark, NJ; Ainslee Johnson, Cleveland, OH; Patrick/The Bookstore Columbia, SC; Luney Marcello, Charlotte, NC; Maisha Yearwood, Los Angeles, CA; Maurad, France (again); Jamillah Hatim, Richardson, TX; Brian Bowers; Nazarene Englewood, CO; Shawntavia Day, Cleveland, OH; Joseph Rodriguez, Pueblo, CO; Elizabeth Gerald Flossmoor; Mitchell Thomeycroft, England, UK; Eva Jennings, Philadelphia, PA; David Cruz, Hartford, CT (again); Lloyd Aldridge Jr., Hartford, CT; Raquel Falesbork, Brooklyn, NY; Caprice Lamor, Irvington, NJ; Tomeka Ramocan, Burlington, NJ (again); Danielle Broussard, Houston, TX; Stephanie Black, New York, NY; Stacy LaDonna, Bartlett, TN; Naoisha Postell Bronx, NY; Garrard McClendon, Ph.D, Chicago State University; Debbie J. Duncan, Eutaw, AL (again); Siewa Dewar, Mississauga, ON, Canada; Tammy Kiliona, Vallejo, CA; Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Leile Akahloun, Johannesburg, South Africa; Selim Tadjiae, France; Ms. Bintou Kone’, Toulouse, France; Erin Chester, VA; Maurad, France (again); Izetta Autumn Mobley, Washington, DC; Chelsea Hargrove, Clermont, FL; Tammi Diggs, Kannapolis, NC; Carl Williams, Roxbury, MA (by way of Tellinn, Estonia); UJ, Wheaton, IL; Reverend Frank Masso/Bible Prophecy Ministry, Stratford, CT; Ariel Cavaseno. Bayside, NY; Ms. Darlene Fant and Family, South Orange, NJ; Yvette Walker, Opa-Locka, FL; Laurel Forrest, Georgetown, SC; Robert Martin, Newark, NJ; Bun Linaeus, South East London, UK; Shawn Thwaites, Martinsville, VA; Kazi Odinga, Philadelphia, PA; Debbie J. Duncan, Eutaw, AL (again); Jack Splash, Miami, FL; Ms. Erica ‘Sun Blossom Kente’ River-Pinket, Burgaw, NC; Alexis F. King; Stephanie Eze, Denmark; Atiya Judson-Saunders, Stamford, CT; Jeremy Wilson, Natchitoches, LA; Danyea Brown, Marietta, GA; Theresa Bella Mosley, Cincinnati, OH; Shaconda Magwood, Atlanta, GA; Orlando Lopez, Glen Cove, NY; Petra Almic’, Croatia; LaToya Turner, St. Louis, MO; Senece Dunlop, Erie, PA; Jade A. Mcfarland, Swartara, PA; J. Sanders, Austin, Texas; Jari Tyrel Smith, Landover, MD; Maurad, France (again); Nakia Tuh Smyrna, GA (and also Tonia, Derek, Tiffany, Nakia, Mike, Cherisse, Elena); GaBrilla Ballard, Needham, MA; Ms. Mary Mackey Co. Limerick, Erie (again); Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA; Joyce Swain, West Orange, NJ; Tauheedah Shukriyyah, Elkins Park, PA; Rena ‘Antonia Perdu’, Rochester, NY; Jean Simpson, Kissimmee, FL; SPC Monique Brown, APO, AE; Michael Smith, Brooklyn, NY; Josh Lynch, Elkgrove, CA; Paula Shepherd, Houston, TX; Cherisse Pitman, Alpine, AL; Ruby LeGinel, Dover, DE; Ruby Raynor, Philadelphia, PA; Angela Taylor, Friendswood, TX (again); Simae S., Cincinnati, OH; Deborah Moher, New York, NY; Deborah Jane and the Strange Fruit Production team, Los Angeles, CA; Angela Taylor, Friendswood, TX (again); Jermaine Morris, Pomona, CA; Rosi Reed, Sherman Oaks, CA; Paul Major, Orleans, VT (again); Dianthia Simon, Los Angeles, CA; Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Angela M. Wyatt, Charleston, SC; Akajou McDaniel, Los Angeles, CA, Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Audrey R. Clarke, Lanham, MD; Nubia Polk, Detroit, MI; Jeffery Russell; Maurad, France; Jessica Hall, Troy, AL; Amanda Torres, Roslindale, MA; Scott and Niamh Corcoran, Scarborough WA, Australia; Christina ‘Euphrates’ Jones, Atlanta, GA; Darrick Smith, Stockton, CA; Hannah Smith, Brownsville, TN; Thomas F. Henley, Houston, TX; Debbie J. Duncan, Eutaw, AL (again); D. Sana Pate, Houston, TX; Melanie Clarke, Mt. Vernon, NY; Crystal Guidry, Stockton, CA; Jason Reese, Columbus, OH; Rachel Ritchie and Family, Mississauga, ONT; Mr. James Brooker III, Raleigh, NC; Mr. James Brooker III, Raleigh, NC (again); Maisha Yearwood, Los Angeles, CA (again); Mary Mackey Limerick, Ireland; Inslee Johnson, Cleveland, OH; Reina Noguchi Kitakatsuragi-gun, Nara, JAPAN; Naoisha Postell, Bronx, NY; Nene Gomez, Bakersfield, CA; Samantha Moore; Brian and Juliana Oliver, Sebastopol, CA; Anzania Carter, Dunwoody, GA; Maurice Lunsford, Atlanta, GA; Shavaughn Barnes, Detroit, MI; The Streets Don’t Love You Back Store, Maricopa, AZ; Brandon Jackson, Addison, TX *beautiful poetry; Daria Dorsett Nassau, Bahamas; Maisha Yearwood writing from NYC (again); Carl Williams, Roxbury, MA by way of Klaipeda, Poland; Monica Knox, McDonough, GA; Naoisha Postell, Bronx, NY (again); Paul Major, Brownington, VT; Nicole McNair, Plymouth, NC; Reba Bell East, Stroudsburg, PA; Shavaughn Barnes, Detroit, MI; Tyleshia Anderson, Oroville, CA; Luke Lambert Woking, Surrey; Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Tara Michael, Scranton, PA; Greg Brantley, Indian Orchard, MA*; Scott A. Sloan, Gainsville, FL; Carl Williams, Roxbury, MA by way of Berlin, Germany; Camidroel; Maarten and Charlotte; Debbie J. Duncan Eutaw, Al (again); Keka Robinson, Emenjville, CA; Maisha Yearwood from NYC, NY (again); Ms. Darlene Fant, South Orange, NJ; Mark Bowers, Newark, NJ; Jerald Miller, New York, NY; Mr. James Booker III, Raleigh, NC (again); Ceet, Philadelphia, PA; Shawntavia Day, Cleveland, OH (again); Wilda McGugan, Barnigat, NJ; Douglas Moore Jr., Belleville, NJ; Tara Michel, Dickerson City, PA (again); Maurad Ouazine, France (again); Deshaires ‘Maty’ Mathilde, Paris, France; Eric Crume, Las Vegas, NV; John A. Pristell aka R. Logical Allah, Doraville, GA; Lisa Miller Autry, Desoto, TX; Maurad, France (again); Yolanda A. Orozco, Yakima, WA; John A. Pristell aka R. Logical Allah Doraville, GA (again); Ondrae ‘Drae Divyne’ Walker, Lexington, KY; Nikia Barber-Clark, Irvington, NJ *ETP!; Ian Luther, Southhampton, England, UK; Weusi Baraka, Victory Gardens, NJ, Sarai Memphis, TN; Ms. Vanetta Grant, Brooklyn, NY; Eric Gayles, Greensborough, NC *; Tannika Charrae Myers, Philadelphia, PA*; Miriam Banks Farrakhan, Union, NJ; Debbie J. Duncan, Eutaw, AL (again); Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Maisha Yearwood writing from NYC (again); Bria Bromell. New Haven, CT; Analisa Ruiz, Houston, TX; Maurad Ouazine, France (again); Christopher Chizer, Houston, TX; Inez Bonilla, Old Bridge, NJ *; DeWayne ‘Haru’ Hendrix, Atlanta, GA; Lingaire Njie, Baltimore, MD; Jamillah Salahuddin; Brooklyn, NY; Tonja Ayers, Detroit, MI; Princess Shipley, Miami, FL; Lauren Halsey, New Haven, CT; Uno Selfe, Tonawanda, NY; Natasha Wright, Nassau, Bahamas; Ryan Josey, Miami, FL; Roconia Price, Manassas, VA; Pink Renee Norbrega, S. Spring, PA; Jimmie Pierre, New Orleans, LA; Justin Blake, Brooklyn, NY; Mr. Antoine Mikell, Hagan, GA; Mikel Irisarri, La Rioja, Spain; Sheronah Dawson, West Point, GA; Kelli ‘Shrimp 40’ Handrich, Brunswick, GA; Brittani Marie ‘Georgie’ George, Charlotte, NC (beautiful drawing); Roconia Price, Manassas, VA (again); Maurad Ouazine, France (again); Maisha Yearwood, Los Angeles, CA (again); Tershema Jackson, Pine Bluff, AR; Mr. Lyle Hickman, Scotch Plains, NJ; Hannah M. Smith, Brownsville, TN (again); Maisha Yearwood, Los Angeles, CA (again); Devon Young, Newark, NJ (again); Ms. Debbie J. Duncan, Eutaw, AL (again); Roconia Price, Manassas, VA (again); Minister Beverly Spears, Hudson, NC; Stephanie, Los Angeles, CA; Pat Reid, Footscray, VIC Australia; Sil Van Der Woerd, The Netherlands; Unknown, Atlanta, GA; Latasha Burnard, Duluth, GA; Ms.Tara Michel Watkins, Dickson City, PA (5 letters); Jazmine Green, South River, NJ; Sister Wilda McGugan, Barnegat, NJ; Johnnie Dent Jr., Cleveland, OH; Stacy LaDonna Bartlett, TN and the Fugees Online Forum (again); Starasia ‘Star’ Daniel, Duluth, GA; Nick Gilchrist, Wagram, NC; Raheem Robinson, Irvington, NJ *no panic room!; Aunt Rafeekah Sabur, Newark, NJ; Private ‘Sonny’ Harrelson B. Watson; Melanie Clarke, Mt. Vernon, NY; Jessica Lee, Canton, OH; Preston McPherson, Atlanta, GA; Claudia Bruno, Los Gatos, CA (again); Candice R. Pittman and Sister G.F., Heights, OH; Sabela Gomez Diaz Galicia, Spain; Ms. Tara Michel Watkins, Dickson City, PA (again); Shelondra Peavy, Houston, TX; Nadia Barrera, San Juan Capistrano, CA; Debbie J. Duncan, Eutaw, AL (again); Malik Allah, Atlanta, GA; Jasmine D. Sayles, Buies Creek, NC; Laurynn Navarro, Brooklyn, NY; Maurad Ouazine, France (again); Simon Dasher, New York, NY; James Booker III, Raleigh, NC; Ms. Tara Watkins, Dickson City, PA (again); Amelia Alleman Carmichael, New Haven, CT; Deborah Jane and the Strange Fruit Team, Van Nuys, CA (again); Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Keith D. Moore, Shomari, LFL, N. Langley, Rashaan Langley, and Troy Frost, Cheshire, CT; Mama G, Conshohocken, PA; John McGuire, O’Brien, FL; Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Dianthia Simon, Los Angeles, CA (again); Ms. Darlene Fant, South Orange, NJ (again); Michael Green, Fair Bluff, NC; Monita Lawing, Concord, NC, Shelondra Peavy, Houston, TX (again), Okenzie Nwoka, Iowa City, IA; Allen DeWane Harris, Duncanville, TX; Rashad Hawkins, Alpharetta, GA (again); Jerroid Thomas, Washington DC; Tiffany Renee ‘Twin’ Johnson, Chicago, IL; Diane L. Martin, Philadelphia, PA (again); Paul ‘PV’ Major, Brownington, VT (again); Maisha Yearwood, Los Angeles, CA (again); Mercedes, Sacramento, CA; Angela Taylor, Friends Wood, TX (again); Ms. Tara Watkins, Dickson City, PA (again); Barbara Brown-Rivera, Miami, FL; Matthew Akins, Hyattsville, MD; Terrence Calvert, Madison, TN Wild Is the WindLove me, love me, love me, say you do Let me fly away with you For my love is like the wind And wild is the wind Give me more than one caress Satisfy this hungriness Let the wind blow through your heart For wild is the wind You touch me I hear the sound of mandolins And you kiss me And with your kiss my life begins You're spring to me All things to me Don't you know you're life itself Like a leaf clings to a tree Oh my darling, cling to me For we're creatures of the wind And wild is the wind So wild is the wind And wild is the wind You touch me I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me And with your kiss my life begins Daddy you're spring to me All things to me Don't you know you're life itself Like a leaf clings to a tree Oh my darling, cling to me For we're creatures of the wind And wild is the wind So wild is the wind So wild So wild is the wind So wild is the wind Outro - liveIts like If you Tired of that You give yourself up... Listen, nobody can blackmail you with anything I'll never forget... You know when I first... Started to really understand what this was all about I just went to my parents and I just started confessing about the stuff I did like in the second grade... Seriously... But we don't know how all that stuff from the time we're kids man... All that repression... All that stuff just holding you You know all that Talking about boys feeling my booty in the second grade I mean I'm telling you, and I'm ashamed of that You know? Like no, like What other girl in this audience played run catch and kiss or those silly games? You know? But just from a child, you know, growing up with all of that guilt You know? And we think that that's God We think that's God... Telling us feel guilty! God is saying get free Confess man Understand that Look Everybody's going through that same stuff Same issues its just a bunch of repression And I'm saying man, life is too precious Its too valuable For us to just sit here in this boxes all repressed You know? Afraid to admit what we're really going through You know? I'm saying, I'm tired of that I'll tell people, listen its so funny it's like You know, when I tried to... I'll never forget When I was pregnant with my first son and I was trying to keep it a secret it was all of over the place You know? And when I said hey, I'm having another baby I didn't hear about it at all And I said man, y'all just want to deal in stuff that people don't want out So I just gave myself out Yeah, I'm having another child What else would you want to know? Yeah I'm crazy and deranged Do You Like The Way(feat. Santana & CEE LO) [Lauryn's rap] Watch the master plan, the pastures span Through the streets, move the sheep Flipped the beat, like the shepherd It's a new day, my crew stay forever striving Give thanks cause we alive, and been through the gutter Now we see the horizon It's clear to me now Used to be confused, took a lot of years to see how Now, we moving planets Take the average mind and expand it You take for granted like we're always gonna be disadvantaged But soon come, it soon come, ya soon done Ya start run, you stumble, we catch one In the rhythm, Santana lick the guits with precision Not accidental, intentional conscious decision To Zion, we're marching through with African Mayans Conquering Babylon with the heart of a lion And the walls of Jericho come a-tumbling down Tell me, how long has it been Is everything, everything alright my friend You see, time is passing, people asking how come none of this ain't lasting Money will make people deal like they don't even have to feel But no, it ain't real, it ain't real Oh, do you like the way that it's going down Do you like the way that it's going down Ooh, do you like the way How long, how long will we wait, to sit down and communicate See, everything is relative, if you want to get then give Can't we all just build and live,can't we, can't we? Do you like the way that it's going down Do you like the way that it's going down Do you like the way that it's going down Do you like the way that it's going down Ne Me Quitte Pas[Verse 1] Ne me quitte pas Il faut oublier Tout peut s'oublier Qui s'enfuit deja Oublier le temps Des malentendus Et le temps perdu A savoir comment Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient parfois A coups de pourquoi Le coeur du bonheur [Chorus] Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas [Verse 2] Moi je t'offrirai Des perles de pluie Venues de pays Où il ne pleut pas Je creuserai la terre Jusqu'apres ma mort Pour couvrir ton corps D'or et de lumière Je ferai un domaine Où l'amour sera roi Où l'amour sera loi Où tu seras reine [Chorus] Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas [Verse 3] Ne me quitte pas Je t'inventerai Des mots insensés Que tu comprendras Je te parlerai De ces amants là Qui ont vu deux fois Leurs coeurs s'embraser Je te racont'rai L'histoire de ce roi Mort de n'avoir pas Pu te rencontrer [Chorus] Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas [Verse 4] On a vu souvent Rejaillir le feu De l'ancien volcan Qu'on croyait trop vieux Il est paraît-il Des terres brûlées Donnant plus de blé Qu'un meilleur avril Et quand vient le soir Pour qu'un ciel flamboie Le rouge et le noir Ne s'épousent-ils pas [Chorus] Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas [Verse 5] Ne me quitte pas Je ne vais plus pleurer Je ne vais plus parler Je me cacherai là À te regarder Danser et sourire Et à t'écouter Chanter et puis rire Laisse-moi devenir L'ombre de ton ombre L'ombre de ta main L'ombre de ton chien [Chorus] Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas African Mailman[Instrumental] Adam lives in theory - liveAdam lives in theory tryin' to turn stone into bread Masquerading like he's got it figured out Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head Leaving his descendants to hope and doubt Left to his devices, those worthless sacrifices Praying to the altar of his self Making pilgrimages thinking he's religious Like he's got all the light, and no one else He takes the unsuspected 'Cuz he knows they're not connected And he shows them how to be just as he is, virtually real And commercially appeal, to the lust of all the people where he lives Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride and greed Wanting to be intellectual Drifting from the way, she got turned down one day And now she thinks that she's bisexual Caught up in emotion, burning up in her devotion To the king of exploitation in the field She handed him her virtue, 'cuz he told, "I won't hurt you" So she lay with him to see how good it feels Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Now after the sensation, and the empty fornication She brought infection home into her bed Quickly multiplying, now the three of them are dyin' By the poison she perceived to be good Now Eve and her husband, are perverted in their judgment 'Cuz everything appeared to be the same They entertain suggestions, next time just use protection Desiring to cover up their shame But much to their demise, poor decision closed their eyes To the very antidote of their dilemma Burning in their lust, both of them adulterous Destroying the original agenda Praying to the sky, in order to maintain a lie They exhausted every possible conclusion They can't even entertain, or the solution in a brain Or filled with vain, information and pollution Hiding from the truth, he provided an excuse To explain away his desperate situation When confronted, blamed his wife, giving birth to carnal life Refusing to acknowledge what he'd done And now, if we can agree with who created us to be Who says we're guilty, everyone before His eyes Making no exceptions, since the day of our conception Predisposed to hating truth, and loving lies Then can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now? Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now? Stop walking in pride, let the thief be crucified Unlearn everything you know and let Him teach you Line upon line, and precept upon precept Say goodbye to this decaying social system He wants to know, how far we're willing to go? If we love Him like we say we do, He'll try us Just you don't regress, or slip into hopelessness Once He's satisfied, His love, He won't deny us And then He'll tell us what, what we gonna do now Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now And then He'll tell us, what, what we gonna do now Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now I'm telling you, telling you, I'm telling you I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you He's gonna tell us, tell us, tell us Ooh! Yeah Welcome: The Passion[Intro] (x5) This is Lauryn Hill wit' J. Period, this is The Best of Lauryn Hill [Verse 1] If they only owned love, shown love, grown love like this before If they only knew love, true love too long like this before If they only gave love, saved love, grave love like this before If they only called love "love", love called "love" like this before If they'd only shown love, they own love, own love like this before La-la-la-la-la-la-la-love-love-la-la-la-la-love La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-love like this before, yeah [Outro] This is Lauren Hill wit' J. Period, this is The Best of Lauryn Hill Lost Ones (Remix) (Part 2)[Intro] You might win some, but you really lost one You just lost one, it's so silly, how come? When it's all done, what did you really gain from? What you done done, it's so silly, how come? You just lost one [Verse 1] Now, don't you understand, man, universal law? What you throw out comes back to you, star Never underestimate those who you scar Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard You can't hold God's people back that long The chain of Satan wasn't made that strong Tryin' to pretend like your word is your bond But until you do right, all you do will go wrong Now, some might mistake this just for simple song And some don't know what they have 'til it's gone Now, even when you're gone you can still be reborn And from the night can arrive the sweet dawn Now, some might listen and some might shun And some may think that they've reached perfection If you look closely, you'll see what you've become Cause you might win some, but you just lost one [Hook] (x4) You might win some, but you just lost one [Bridge] You might win some, but you really lost one You just lost one, it's so silly, how come? When it's all done, what did you really gain from? What you done done, it's so silly, how come? You might win one [Outro] Yo, this is the full genius Refugees, they're about to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Book of Basement The basements were, uh... Hey, yo, one, two, three, the crew is called Refugees And if they come for testin' rap stylin' Stop the violence and just bring it on Y-O, hey, yo, one, two, three, the crew is called Refugees And if they come for testin' rap stylin' Stop the violence and just bring it on, Y-O Little Drummer BoyCome, they told me Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom The newborn King You'll see Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom Our finest gifts We bring Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom To lay Before the King Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom Romp-pa-pom-pom Romp-pa-pom-pom So to honor him Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom When we come Baby Jesus Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom I am a poor boy too Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom I have No gift to bring Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom That fit Tto give our King Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom Romp-pa-pom-pom Romp-pa-pom-pom Shall I play for you Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom Shall I play for you Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom Shall I play for you Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom On my drum Shall I play for you Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom On my drum Mary nodded Pa-rumpa-pom-pom The ox and lamb Kept time Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom I played my drum For him Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom I played my best For him Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom Romp-pa-pom-pom Romp-pa-pom-pom Then he smiled at me Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom Then he smiled at me And my drum On my drum, on my drum On my drum, on my drum On my drum, on my drum On my drum, on my drum On my drum, on my drum On my drum, on my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum On my drum, on my drum On my drum, on my drum The Reintroduction[Intro] Allow me to reintroduce myself L. Boogie, who you gon' scrimmage like you the champion? L. Boogie spits with perfect syntax, don't check it Many styles, style so prestigious, make a sinner act religious Been lifted, lyrically, I'm gifted L been this way since creation, put the DJ in it I'm J.Period, I represent the real hip-hop, I'm J.Period They say hip-hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me Boogie on, yo, (-) Lauryn, yo, (-) Lauryn, yo, Lauryn, (-) [Outro: Rohan Marley] Rohan Marley talkin' to you Don't play that track again, you know? Let it go Fearless Vampire Killer[Intro] Fearless Vampire Killer I am a Fearless Vampire Killer I am a Fearless Vampire Killer I am a Fearless Vampire Killer [Verse] Watch yourself up in the realm Watch yourself up in the front You didn't come up with nothing These are fuckin' liars Holes in your pocket, and Now you're a department store buyer Put some more leaves on the fire You're not the wheat you're just the chaff Your whole operation makes me laugh No Class You never had money now your whole Op's about cash Come on find a new topic You got kids in the street listening to this SHIT You going to kill them just to make a profit You're real short term You don't see the big picture Just look at the news I don't need to quote scripture At you, but I can do that to Bad boys what you going to do when the come for you I don't mean the Coppers (Cops) I mean the Tormentors A little ackward They going to pop you in a padded lock You know you had it coming [Chorus] Where you gonna go now? What you gonna do now? Where you gonna go now? What you gonna do now? Where you gonna go now? Nas Interlude[Intro] Yo, what up? This is Nas with the official (-), J. Period "If I Ruled the World" was originally a Kurtis Blow record You know? Somebody who I love and saw him in crèche school And his song wit' "These are the breaks"... I used to breakdance to his music, you hear what I'm sayin'? So "If I Ruled the World" was a tribute to him And also speakin' out to the world And, um, I used to work wit' the Fugees on tour And, you know, they would open up for me wit' our first albums And our second albums, it flipped And he sold, like, you know, thirty million albums And I'm — now I'm openin' up for them So, um, we was — we was cool like that And, you know, Lauryn came and got on the record Who I felt was — would make the record even more incredible Me and her, I really appreciate her work And, um, and talked to her well You know, not just my projects, but every projects in December Everywhere in the world So I thought that would be the perfect record [Outro] If I ruled the world Still living for today in these last days and times Everything Is Everything (radio edit)Everything (Everything) Is Everything(Is Everything) What is meant to be, will be After winter, must come spring Change, it comes eventually (2x) I wrote these words for everyone Who struggles in their youth Who won't accept deception Instead of what is truth It seems we lose the game Before we even start to play Who made these rules? We're so confused Easily led astray Let me tell ya that Everything is everything (Everything is everything) Everything is everything After winter, must come spring Everything is everything I philosophy Possibly speak tongues Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist Rap this in fine linen From the beginning My practice extending across the atlas I begat this Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress You can't match this rapper / actress More powerful than two Cleopatras Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti My rhymes is heavy like the mind of Sister Betty L. Boogie spars with stars and constellations Then came down for a little conversation Adjacent to the king, fear no human being Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum Now hear this mixture Where hip hop meets scripture Develop a negative into a positive picture Now everything, is everything What is meant to be, will be After winter, must come spring Change, it comes eventually Sometimes it seems We'll touch that dream But things come slow or not at all And the ones on top, won't make it stop So convinced that they might fall Let's love ourselves then we can't fail To make a better situation Tomorrow, our seeds will grow All we need is dedication Let me tell ya that Everything is everything (Everything is everything) Everything is everything After winter, must come spring Everything is everything Everything is everything What is meant to be, will be After winter, must come spring Change, it comes eventually La la la la la la la la (until song fades) Thank You LetterI want to extend a sincere thank you to the following people, who wrote letters to the judge on my behalf: Linda Banks, Edison, NJ Davonne Breedlove Binna Choi, Beijing, China Hafiz Farid, East Orange, NJ Miriam Anne Banks Farrakhan, Union, NJ Vincent Gardner, New York, NY Michael Green, Fair Bluff, NC Elitta Harden, Ft Worth, TX Mrs. Valarie Hill, South Orange, NJ Maureen Hogan, Jersey City, NJ Walter Jones, New York, NY Alicia Keys Elena Lau, Toronto, Canada Jerald Miller, New York, NY Tracy Morris, Jacksonville Beach, FL Elise Munoz, France Bunmi Olukoya, Laurel, MD Jimmie Pierre, Trenton, NJ Cherisse Pittman Gabrielle Fulton Ponder, Atlanta, GA Dominique Reese, Oakland, CA Chris Schwartz, Philadelphia, PA Ashley Scott, Brooklyn, NY Derek Singletary, Astoria, NY Dr. Sara Tai, Manchester, UK Suzette Williams, Teaneck, NJ Lisa Willis, Philadelphia, PA Stevie Wonder Jonathan Wunderlich, Cabarete, DR And thank you Jerald Miller, for taking the initiative to put this together. I also want to thank all of my family, friends, business associates, and fans who have called, emailed, sent texts, and posted messages of concern, encouragement, and support. I appreciate the well wishes, and I thank you for your prayers. Also, to anyone who may have written letters that we did not know about, thank you also, all of you. I will have more to say soon, but did not want to further delay expressing my appreciation. Thank you again, MLH Response to Accusations on “Neurotic Society”Neurotic Society is a song about people not being, or not being able to be, who and what they truly are, due to the current social construct. I am not targeting any particular group of people, but rather targeting everyone in our society who hides behind neurotic behavior, rather than deal with it. The world we live in now is, in many ways, an abhorrent distortion, an accumulation of generations and generations of response to negative stimuli. Many don’t even have a concept of what normal is, by virtue of having lived afraid, ashamed, as victims of abuse, or inadequately handled for so long. I believe in coming up from under that fear and allowing the psyche/soul to truly heal. I understand that healing is a process, but I also believe that it is our responsibility to seriously care for ourselves, so that we can extend that level of concern for others and positively affect our environment. I want what is best for Humanity. Humanity, aligned with the Spiritual principles, that help each individual conquer fear, and transcend limited circumstance. I believe in healing and dealing with the traumatizing events of our lives, both in this lifetime, as well as those passed down to us, or inherited, so we can live as fully as possible. The whole world suffers from a lack of honest dialogue. Character and integrity have suffered at the hands of political correctness and corporate agenda, while our society moves further and further towards unhealthiness and breakdown. I oppose these trends. Everyone has a right to their own beliefs. Although I do not necessarily agree with what everyone says or does, I do believe in everyone’s right to protest. The overarching message of my music is to get up and stop compromising! And hopefully it will stimulate and motivate the changes that our society needs. Artists are constantly under media and public scrutiny. This is not a one-way street. Those of us with the charge of putting out faithful vibrations, have a responsibility to report what we see, and to write about what we know. I have seen some of the best and also some of the worst representations of human behavior. The same way that I exalt that which is high, is the same way I expose that which is abusive, in order to motivate and remind if not all of us, than as many as possible, of the Higher Calling. Work It[Intro] DJ, please pick up your phone, I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive, come on [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup C'mon [Verse 1] I'd like to get to know ya so I could show ya Put the pussy on ya like I told ya Give me all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank, then call me over Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or won't ya? Go downtown and eat it like a vulture See my hips and my tips, don't ya? See my ass and my lips, don't ya? Lost a few pounds and my waist for ya This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it, I need a glass of water Boy, oh boy, it's good to know ya C'mon [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup C'mon [Bridge] If you a fly gal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy, lift it up, let's make a toast-a Let's get drunk, that's gonna bring us closer (Okay) Don't I look like a Halle Berry poster? See the Belvedere playing tricks on ya (Ah) Girlfriend wanna be like me, never You won't find a bitch that's even better (Ah) I make you hot as Las Vegas weather Listen up close while I take it backwards ​sdrawkcab ti ekat ot ekil yssiM yaw eht hctaW I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want I love your braids and your mouth full of fronts Love the way my ass go bum-bum-bum-bum (Huh) Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Okay) You think you can handle this badonka-donk-donk (Woo) Take my thong off and my ass go boom (Ugh) Cut the lights on so you see what I could do (C'mon) [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (Ooh) If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (Huh) Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (C'mon) C'mon [Bridge] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, White, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys (C'mon) Why-thai, thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai, thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai (C'mon) Girls, girls, get that cash If it's 9 to 5 or shaking your ass (Aha) Ain't no shame, ladies do your thing (C'mon) Just make sure you ahead of the game [Verse 3] Just 'cause I got a lot of fame super Prince couldn't get me change my name, papa Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir Picture Blacks saying, “Oh yes'a, massa” Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute Man, Big Red could outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matter (Ugh) Why you act dumb like, uhhhh, duh? So you act dumb like, uhhhhh, duh As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom (Ooh) Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun (C'mon) [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (Ooh) If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup C'mon [Break] To my fellas (Ooh, good god!) I like the way you work that (Uh-huh, la-la-la-la) To my ladies (Whoo! Good god!) You sure know how to work that [Outro] Yeah, it's Missy Elliott! I hope y'all enjoying what y'all heard so far I was sittin' here thinkin' like Big Daddy Kane and Public Enemy Salt n Pepa, Lyte, EPMD, LL, Run-DMC KRS-One, Rakim Most of them artists used to dance And still get respected in the street Don't be scared to Bankhead or Bogo Or move as far as sold Michael Jackson 43 million Shoot, errbody have the zipper jacket And half of these thugs have the glove to match, ya feel me? Yo, it's ok though, if you wanna be hard and ice grill And Harlem Shake at the same time, whatever Let's just have fun, it's hip-hop man, this is hip-hop! WTF (Where They From)[Produced by Pharrell] [Intro] [Hook: Missy Elliott (Pharrell)] (Shorty what?) The dance that you doing is dumb How they do it where you from? (Ayy!, Triflin'!) Stickin' out your tongue Girl, but you know you're too young A bunch of girls do it and the shit look fun That's how they do it where we from (Ayy!) You know it don't start till one That's how they do it where they from [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I'm so faded, no exaggeration (What?) Backs breakin' like a percolation (What?) Boys to the yard for some hip spankin' Where you make it drop down like you in the matrix (Yeah!) Can't take it, them chicks been fakin' (What?) Y'all still sleep, better stay awakened (What?) Hot new dance for the hood to make it Make the donk move fast, make them think you drinkin' (Yeah!) Head to the floor don't collect that though (What?) You better huddle up cause the beat's so cold (Huh?) Pop that, pop that, cock and reload (Huh?) This another hit, I got an ace in the hole (What?) Boys on my back, playa, did you peep that? You got a small stack, playa, you can keep that (Huh?) I'm a Big Mac make you wanna eat that Like m-m-m-m-m, yak it to the yak (Yeah?) Junk in the trunk make you pumps in the bump Girls wanna have fun make you stickin' out your tongue (What?) [Hook: Missy Elliott] Shorty what? The dance that you doing is dumb How they do it where you from? Stickin' out your tongue girl But you know you're too young A bunch of girls do it and the shit look fun That's how they do it where we from You know it don't start till one That's how they do it where they from [Verse 2: Pharrell] I come into this bitch like liquid Drip, drip, then the business Click, click, get your picture Hermés Trismegistus Witness and get lifted Basic, nigga I was born in the basement Shape shift, nigga, I think like a spaceship False, oh-nah-nah-nah I am so different than y'all, so far apart The way that I balance the bars I never fall, and if I do I just call The almighty yellow star, God Lyrically I'm Optimus Prime The car I drive; La FER-RAR-I When I go by, smoke in your eyes So open your eyes, the joke's on you guys And you ain't gotta be a mason to see through Some of this shit on occasion [Hook: Missy Elliott] Shorty what? The dance that you doing is dumb How they do it where you from? Stickin' out your tongue, girl But you know you're too young A bunch of girls do it and the shit look fun That's how they do it where we from You know it don't start till one That's how they do it where they from [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] I'm like kak-a-rak-a-rak-rak-a-rak-a-rak Make a new track, make 'em fall on they crack Give 'em a slap, appetizer and smack I'm so fat in the back, make the boys all collapse Yeah, when I rap they be all on my jack Boys wanna jump on this pussy cat (Prrrr) Got a new idea, let me switch it Man, I'm so futuristic Big lips and big, big, big hips Body be thick like a biscuit Different, rippin' shit, microphone grippin' it Gettin' these Benjamins, new car, whippin' it Uh, I'm so far ahead of ya'll, man I'm on top of the stars I don't care none of you are, blah-blah-blah-blah You best to go rewrite your bars [Outro Missy Elliott & (Pharrell)] Shawty what? How they do it where you from? (Triflin'!) How they do it where you from? That's how they do it where we from That's how they do it where they from Shawty what? How they do it where you from? (Hey!) How they do it where you from? That's how they do it where we from That's how they do it where they from Get Ur Freak On[Intro] Kore kara minna de mechakucha odotte Sawagou sawagou Headbanger Hit me Hit me (Hit me) Hit me, hit me (Yeah) Hit me Give me some new shit (Yeah) Give me some new shit (Yeah) Give me some new shit (Yeah) Give me some new shit [Verse 1] Missy be puttin' it down I'm the hottest 'round I told y'all mother— (Skrt), y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now I'm lastin' twenty rounds And if you want me, nigga, then come on, get me now (Yes) Is you with me now? (Yes) Then biggie-biggie-bounce (Yes) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style Holla, people, sing around (Yes) Now, people, gather 'round (Yes) Now, people, jump around (Go) [Chorus] Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on [Verse 2] Who's that bitch? People you know (Yes) Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago (Yes) What the dealio? Now what the drilly, yo? (Yes) You wanna battle me then, nigga, let me know (Yes) Holla, got to feel it, son Let me throw you some (Maut mujhko, yes) People, here I come (Yes) Now sweat me when I'm done (Yes) We got the radio shook like we got a gun (Go) [Chorus] Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on [Verse 3] Quiet! (Shh) Hush your mouth Silence when I spit it out (Hah-choo!) In your face Open your mouth, give you a taste Holla, ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so don't copy me Y'all do it sloppily And y'all can't come close to me (Yes) I know you feel me now (Yes) I know you hear me loud (Yes) I scream it loud and proud (Yes) Missy gon' blow it down (Yes) People gon' play me now (Yes) In and out of town (Yes) 'Cause I'm the best around (Yes) With the crazy style (Go) [Chorus] Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on [Outro] Ichi, ni, san, ji Gossip Folks[Intro: People in background chatting] Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama Goddammit, motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me How you stuntin' these hoes Need to talk, what you know And stop talking 'bout who I'm sticking and licking Just mad it ain't yours I know y'all poor, y'all broke Y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me, get burnt like toast Motherfuckers, adios, amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag, I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh\ [Chorus] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving, I'm glad and I'm styling And these motherfuckers ask, "Did you see it?" I'm gripping these curbs SKRRT! Did ya heard? I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, ahh! I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryna fuck now? Now you ain't getting loud Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down I need my drums, bass high Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzo kizzay, looky here [Chorus] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [Bridge: Missy] I don't go out my house, shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon' roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking, boy sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line, I'ma hear this on the radio [Verse 3: Ludacris] Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Chris Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit Knowing he could rap, no one lifted hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Stepped out the swamp in ten-and-a-half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect, you'll give me Ludacris, I live LOUD like Timmay Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache, and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed, so I never let the bedbugs bite Hard to the core, core to the rotten Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton Yahh! [Chorus] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [People in the background chatting] Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy [Missy] Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin y'all broke, Milli Vanilli J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents So your lights won't get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran outa plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! [Chorus/Outro] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin!--(Echos) I’m Better[Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 1: Missy] He say I'm hot, I'm so fuego Pull up on him in my vehicle He say I'm pretty, I'm pretty You must be from Brazil, or must be from México Roll up on him in my Lambo Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you don't know nann hoe [Bridge: Missy] Yeah he got bands in the Bando Missy got dudes in Orlando Plus I got cars that he paying for Man I be too much to handle Watch what I do, when I get up on you Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom He watching my body like he watching Scandal But I'm just here, with my girls [Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 2: Missy] Missy so hot, I'm from VA The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i My clique is so thick and the boys they be hollin' and whistlin' At me like damn bae Man I'm 3000, I'm André Yo Missy talk big, I'm so grande Bruce Lee on the beat, I don't compete with none of these geeks I just rant like I'm Kanye [Bridge 2: Missy] Yeah he got bands in the Bando Missy got dudes in Orlando And I be driving cars he paying for He say I'm too much, I'm a handful He watching my body like watching he Scandal But I'm just here, with my girls [Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 3: Missy] Brand new flow when I rap DJ, bring that back You ain't ever heard a track like that Shit might slap, booty go clap Roll up in the Benz Looking like a ten, stack When I rock, make it bop, in my car And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap [Bridge 3: Missy] Yeah he got bands in the Bando Missy got dudes in Orlando Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for Yeah he be hooking me up Yeah he be looking me up Watch what I do, when I get up on you Pop potential and zoom in the poom [Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)[Intro: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] [*Yawning*] Run the track [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Ann Peebles] Me I'm super fly, super dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) Supa dupa fly Me I'm super fly, (against my window) super dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) supa dupa fly Me I'm super fly, (against my window) super dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) supa dupa fly Me I'm super fly, (against my window) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When the rain hits my window I take and *cough* me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight that you get our styles tangled Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like Coko, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the D-low (D-D-D-D-D-low) [Hook: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Beep, beep, who got the keys to the Jeep, vroom I'm driving to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps Give them pounds, now look who it be It be me, me, me and Timothy Look like it's 'bout to rain, what a shame I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh, Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky [Hook: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain [Verse 3: Missy Elliott & Ann Peebles] I feel the wind 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 9, 10 Begin, I sit on Hills like Lauryn Until the rain starts coming down, pouring Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves these days, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me, (I can't stand the rain), yes, you lucky (against my window) [Outro: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain Lose Control[Intro: Fatman Scoop] Music make you lose control, music make you lose control Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now, here we go now (Music make you lose control) Misdemeanor's in the house Ciara's in the house Misdemeanor's in the house Fatman Scoop-man Scoop-man Scoop.. [Verse 1: Missy] I got a cute face, chubby waist Thick legs, in shape Rump shakin, both ways Make you do a double take Planet rocker, show stopper Flow proper, head knocker Beat scholar, tail dropper Do my thang, motherfucker My Rolls Royce, Lamborghini Blue Madina, always beamin Rag top, chrome pipes Blue lights, outta sight (Long weave) sewed in (Say it again) sewed in Make that money, throw it in Booty bouncin, gone head [Hook: Ciara & Missy Elliott (Fatman Scoop)] Everybody here - get it out of control Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air, let's go) [Breakdown 1: Ciara, Missy (Fatman Scoop)] Well my name is Ciara, for all you fly fellas No one, can do it better (She'll sing on acapella) Boy the music makes me lose control (Now bring it back now!) We gon' make you lose control (1-2-3, let's go) And let it go, 'fore you know, you gon' hit the flo' [Verse 2: Missy (Missy & Ciara)] I rock to the beat till I'm (Tired) I walk in the club it's (Fire) Get it crunk and wired Wave your hands scream (Louder) If you smoke then fire it up Bring the roof down and (Holla) If you tipsy stand up DJ turn it (Louder) Take somebody by the waist and uhh! Now throw it in they face like uhh! Hypnotic robotic, this here will rock yo' bodies Take somebody by the waist and uhh! Now throw it in they face like uhh! Systematic ecstatic THIS HIT BE AUTOMATIC [Bridge: Missy, Fatman Scoop] Work me, work, work (Work dat, work dat) Work me, work, work (Work dat, work dat) Work me, work, work (Work dat, work dat) Work me, do it right Hit the floor, hit the floor (Yes) Hit the floor, hit the floor (Work) Hit the floor, hit the floor Hit the floor (Whooo) [Hook: Ciara & Missy Elliott (Fatman Scoop)] Everybody here - get it out of control Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air, let's go) [Breakdown 2: Missy, Ciara (Fatman Scoop, Missy)] Everybody here - get it out of control Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so Everybody (Get your back off the wall Step, step) Everybody (Get your back off the wall Keep on steppin) Everybody (Get your back off the wall Step, step) Everybody, get loose (Get your back off the wall) [Outro: Fatman Scoop] Now put your back, on the wall, put your back, on the wall Put your back, on the wall, put your back, on the wall Misdemeanor's in the house Yeah, Ciara's in the house Misdemeanor's in the house, "Music make you lose control" We on fire, we on fire, we on fire, we on fire Now throw it girl, throw it girl, throw it girl, yeah Now move your arms to the left girl Now move your arms to the left girl Now move your arms to the right girl Now move your arms to the right girl Let's go now, let's go now, let's go now, WHOO! Let's go Should I bring it back right now? Now bring it back down! WHOO! Oh, I see you Ci Now see, I'mma I'mma do it like Ci do it Now shake it girl, c'mon and just shake it girl C'mon and let it pop right girl, c'mon and let it pop right girl Now, now, back it up girl, back it up girl Back it up girl, back it up girl WHOO! WHOO! WHOO! Yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, let's go, let's go One Minute Man (Amended Version)[Intro] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ah [Verse 1] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight (Shut up!) Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night (all night), for a long time So start countin' away [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want, no [Verse 2] Tonight I'mma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, ohh yeah (Oh yes) Boy, it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want, no [Verse 3: Ludacris] It's time to set your clock back 'bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute fools, you wonder why y'all missin' On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close, but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin', so get your head right It's all in your mind, punk, so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin' women seein' stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin', countin' sheep and shit They so wet that they body start to leak and shit Just 'cause I'm an all-nighter, shoot all fire Ludacris, balance and rotate all tires [Bridge] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, break me off, break me off 'Cause I don't want no one minute man [Verse 4: Trina] You know lil' mama ain't with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job 'Cause I'm looking for a man to make me say God I'm off glass and you know this I'll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can't beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? [Outro] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Bomb Intro/Pass That Dutch[Intro] Listen up, everyone! We have been just informed that there's an unknown virus That's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be: Heavy breathing, wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound "who-di-whoooo!" Run for cover, motherfucker! Whoooooo! Ahh, daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy, here I come Pumps and a bump make you wanna hurt sum I can take your man, I don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window, call me Michael Jackson (heee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey, hey, hey, I'm what's happ'nin Hpnotiq in my drink (That’s right!) Shake ya ass 'til it stink (That's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (That's right!) Put it down for the streets (That's right!) [Chorus] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on, pass the dutch, baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff, ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it 'til ya clothes get wet [Verse 2] Number one; drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make your pum pum jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I'm under attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car, you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause "Thank you! Oh, thank you, you all are so wonderful!" [Chorus] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on, pass the dutch, baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff, ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it 'til ya clothes get wet [Interlude] Listen up, motherfuckers You have five seconds to catch your breath Five, four, three, two, one [Verse 3] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever your choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream "Who-di-whooooooo!", now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on the white horse? [Chorus] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on, pass the dutch, baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff, ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it 'til ya clothes get wet [Outro] Pop that Pass that dutch, baby! Jiggle that fat Hot Boyz (Remix)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers, uh [Nas] Uh, forty side felony Felony, misdemeanor The charge is murder Escobar CBR bikes I'm switching gears Headlights, shine so bright Bitches freeze like deers Them fiends want that deep boy Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy Push ya where ya rest in peace boy Get your mama's house shot up Bodies all chopped up When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck your shit in It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us [Missy & Lil' Mo] What's your name?, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself? Can I move with you, do you need some help? I cook boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those 1 - [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's [Missy & Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the XK-8? Are you riding alone, can I be your date? Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too? Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those Repeat 1 [Eve] Yo only take 'em thugged out Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out Hot boy, keep me right Play your part and I'll keep it tight Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night But up in the sheets with me aiight Gangsta, true to your gang, street master You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh Soldier, cash money, rule your world What's topping that? Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes Get a tingle in my spine, what spot? Only he knows He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer I ain't with it, with it [Q-Tip] Yo, mami, what the deal? Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts That keep a long blast (blast) Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on) Word you got your girlfriend Word, she can get it too Fuck it though, I'm honest yo I'm saying though, let's play it through Getting cinematic with it Niggas if you got it, hit it Fuck the dumbness Hit it till its numbness [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me Sock It 2 Me[Intro: Missy Elliott] Hehe, nigga I'm nasty Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it No, no, no [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I was looking for affection, so I decided to go Swing that dick in my direction, I'll be out of control Let's take it to perfection, just you and me Let's see if you can bring, bring, bring the nasty out of me N-n-n-now sock it [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (oh) I can take it like a pro, you know (know) Do it long bro with the back stroke (hey) My hormones jumping like a disco (hey) I be popping meds like some Crisco All you gotta say is Missy go And when you say go I won't move slow (slow) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I'm at your house around midnight (midnight), don't fall asleep It'll just be me, me, me on a late night creep I'ma show you thangs that you can't believe Jump in this b-e-d, and won't you sock it to me? Oh no, s-sock it to me [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (sock it to me) I can take it like a pro, you know Do it long bro with a back stroke (hey) My hormones jumping like a disco (hey) I be popping meds like some Crisco (heeeey) And all you gotta say is Missy go (ohhh) And when you say go I won't move slow (slow) Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh I can take it like a pro, you know Do it long bro with the back stroke My hormones jumping like a disco I be popping ish like some Crisco And all you gotta say is Missy go And when you say go I won't move slow (uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Sock it to me Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (ooh) I can take it like a pro, you know (you know) Do it long bro with the back stroke My hormones jumping like a disco (hey) I be popping meds like some Crisco (hey) And all you gotta say is Missy go (heeeey) And when you say go I won't move slow [Verse 3: Da Brat] Uh Why Missy be socking it to niggas like Ree-Ree? The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard like penitentiary dick Finally admitted that we the shit combination is lethal Popping Patron with Missy in the 600 with no see-through Suffer the repercussion fucking with shit like this We parlay puffing Constantly making niggas suffer the consequence Gotta get these ends bitch House in the Chi with a Caddy, crib in Atlanta with a Benz Niggas been huffing and puffing but ain't try shit Got plenty motherfuckers that'll ride quick Besides, kid wanna bust? Trigger finger itch when you fucking with me Jealous because I live more plush Me and Missy leave a nigga with a head rush Bring the ruckus, plus... I'm telling 'em, push and pickin' up profits For what I'm selling, never gon' stop it Socking it to niggas and rocking it Dropping 'em on the spot Heat up any block or record shop Knocking you off of your socks Guaranteed platinum, watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We some bad bitches: who be fucking it up? I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy And we some bad bitches: who be fucking it up? [Outro: Da Brat] I'm your nigga for life, baby (haha) Let's continue to drive all this motherfuckers crazy You know what I'm saying? Yeah, Timbaland, I see you, baby I feel you, sock it to 'em, goddammit It's 9-7, this the motherfuckin' bitch era What y'all niggas wanna do? The Brat-tat-tat on that ass once more I'm out the door motherfucker, yeah, uh Busa Rhyme[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Uh, yo [Verse 1: Eminem] Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got 2Pac killed Spit game to these hoes Like a soap opera episode Punch a bitch in the nose 'til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: Girls, women, and bitches (What?) I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night The stalker that walks awkward Stick figured with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches Hit a fucking [pregnant] bitch in her [stomach] with luggage It's like a dream I can't snap out I black out or back out Lookin for somebody ug' to beat the crap out I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate it to English Then I'mma vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) [Verse 2: Eminem] I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (One more time) I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me (One, two) I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology (Whoops) College girls, live in an alcoholic's world Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (Shut up!) I made this rap game suspenseful Cause now I got an impulse game to insult you wit a pencil (Bitch) They waste the paper on you, chopping down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin' You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nothin' [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh) We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh) Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily (Uh, wha-wha?) What you want, what you got Is it hot, is it hot? Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh) We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh) Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily (Wha-wha? Yo) What you want, what you want? Uh yo... [Interlude: Timbaland] "A person from another planet might disagree with you." "Well, if you want my opinion, he comes from right here on Earth." Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland Slim Shady, Misdemeanor [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin' tec's at you until you see your fucking legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you (Ah!) Fucking mad dog, foaming at the mouth (Grrr) Fuck mouth, my whole house is foaming at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building And shot every window out on the way down to the ground (Keep filming!) Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the oxygen mask Shit, if I get any higher I'mma get the East and West beefing again Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire [Verse 4: Missy Elliott, Missy as girl] Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track Don't shoot Missy! Get back Uh, I'mma put you all in the line uh, and I'mma watch you MC's die Yo Mommy, Mommy, Missy done lost her mind I think somebody done pissed her off this time Yeah, I'mma have to bus' you through your chest and Uh, you gon' have to clean up the mess (Uh huh) It's raining, raining and it's pouring loud Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd Uh, I hear that the gats go cha-pow You shot me dammit! Bitch get down Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (Uh huh) I'mma lay em on down, like they lived underground (Uh) For the sounds that me and Timbaland, we found Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now [Outro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero One Minute Man (Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Boy, I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you wishin' See, I'ma keep you all night for a long time Just start countin' the ways [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Tonight, I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, oh yeah (Oh yes) Boy, it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no (Fifty grand I get this all in one take, Hova) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Look, I'm not tryna give you love and affection I'm tryna give you sixty seconds of perfection I'm tryna give you cab fare and directions Get your independent ass out of here, question I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant Not Ronnie Romance, no ma I'm tryna hit you then quit you in the middle of the round Like I'm Roberto Duran, no mas Six AM, another chick in the house (Put your hands up) 6:15, another chick kicked out (Put your hands up) Spent one minute tryna dig her out The other fourteen tryna put it in her mouth The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby 'Cause we both knowin' what we doin' is wrong Don't forget to put your ring back on [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, break, break me off Break, break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, break, break me off She’s a Bitch[Verse 1] To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stol'd my car, won't you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed, don't trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips [Chorus] She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames [Verse 2] Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippee yi yo, yippee yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like me Go yippee yi yo, yippee yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, toss the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hype [Chorus] She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve [Break] She's a- What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? [Verse 3] Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If you get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now (What?) Anybody know my skills, what the deal? Anybody feel my skills is the real? Anybody wanna come fuck wit the steel? Anybody gotta get they whole body peeled? [Chorus] She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames [Break] [Chorus] She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames Work It (Remix)[Intro] DJ please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line! [Intro 2: Missy Elliott & 50 Cent] G-Unit! This is a Missy Elliot one-time exclusive (Come on!) [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup If you got a big (*elephant noise*), let me search you And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Remix! (Uh, yeah) [Verse 1: 50] Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky) Took me to the crib man, she told me (Eat me) Now my babymama told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me (Yeah) She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK I've got the magic stick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club [Verse 2: Missy] I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya [Hook] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" If you got a big , let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" [Verse 3] If you're a fly gal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah Listen up close while I take you backwards "Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [Hook] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" If you got a big , let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" [Verse 4] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matt-ah Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon [Hook] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" If you got a big, let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God Throw It Back[Intro] Woah Woop (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive) Woah Yeah [Verse 1] Walk up in this thing (Thing), I be on my game (Game) If it's competition ('Tition), I put them to shame (Shame) Different kind of chick (Chick), we are not the same (The same) I raised all these babies, call me Katherine Jackson ('Son) Please don't steal my style (Style), I might cuss you out (Wow) What you doin' now (Doin'), I did for a while (While) Missy, Missy, Missy, go 'head, let it slap (Slap) I'ma snatch they wigs 'til I see that scalp (Scalp) Booty, booty clap (Clap), flyin' across the map (Map) Lambo on the block (Block), lookin' like a snack I'll show you how I do it (Do it), show you how it's done (Done) Don't look for another Missy 'cause there'll be no 'nother one [Chorus] Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back (Uh) Throw it back [Verse 2] Middle finger flip (Flip), get up off my tip (Tip) Money money clip (Clip), Louis on my hip (Hip) Lambo be the whip (Whip), like banana split (Split) Look at all my ice, see the way my jewelry drip Come up off that lick lick Yeah, he wanna kick it But he cannot kick it Unless he be my dip dip Call me Missy, Mi'-Mi' I don't play them trick-tricks Man, I'm so legit-'git Watch me flip, reverse it Flip it and reverse it, stupid with the verses Man, I got the coat and shoes just to match the purses Woop, woop, woop, woop, I don't need rehearsing The way I throw it back, I show the whole crowd how I work it [Chorus] Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back (Uh, check) [Verse 3] Missy make up her own rules Not many can do what I do So many VMA's that I could live on the moon Man, I jump and you leap Better wake up if you sleep I did records for Tweet before y'all could even tweet Y'all be thinkin' shit's sweet Been hot before you could speak I'm like Heavy D, everyone love me, capisce? Need a PJ when I'm takin' flight Get your review and your ratings right Missy still got 'em losing control And every night is still ladies night [Chorus] Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back [Outro] Watch me Watch me Watch me Watch me All N My Grill (Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh, hit me [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Don't explain, you never change Same old thang, same old game Say you want to be with me Show me my ring, baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be with me [Hook: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] Why you all in my grill? (Why you all in?) Can you pay my bills? (Can you pay my bills?) Let me know if you will (Let me know, me know) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Talk is talk and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me Cuz I know I'm in control See Trix are for kids and boo, I'm too old Go 'head with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history [Hook: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] Why you all in my grill? (Why? Why? Why?) Can you pay my bills? (Can you pay my bills?) Let me know if you will (Let me know, boy, boy) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) [Bridge: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (I was a fool) I don't know what's wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (Ooh, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: MC Solaar] Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer De comète en planète face à l'OPEP aux aguets Shoot dans des canettes, quand y'a plus d'bisous Plus d'baisers, plus d'bises, juste un biz-biz de bijoux Tu veux du cling-cling clinquant, Louis Vuitton? Pas qu'ça! Top du top, rien qu'ça, plus Merco Classe A Je braquerai les banques, toutes, puis fait banqueroute Boufferai des casse-croûtes juste pour paver d'or ta route J'jouerai à cache-cache pour trouver l'cash Userai de la kalash, de la tchatche, j'vendrai même du hash Taulard puis jet-set, clean, honnête et net T'offrira des tas d'poupées pleines de p'tites pépètes J'aurai les poches vides (vides), porterai l'même jean (jean) Lèverai mon verre à la tienne, tu diras tchin-tchin T'auras tout ce que sur terre le soleil fait briller Joueras au Monopoly, uh, avec des vrais billets [Bridge: Missy Elliott] If you want me, where's my dough Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money, where's my clothes? [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] Why you all in my grill? (All in my grill) Can you pay my bills? (Can you pay my bills, yeah) Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) 'Cause a chick gotta live (Oh, yeah) Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? (Ooh, pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) DripDemeanor[Intro: Missy Elliott] Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box You better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch [Chorus: Sum1] I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your **** Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that it get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these **** All on your face, let you taste on this cake When I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lick the kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit [Chorus: Sum1] I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I [Verse 3: Sum1] Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to, probably music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you, boy, don't you say a thing [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] Baby why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a main No, this ***** not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo), we could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man that eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo), stop playin' This be the jam, Miss don't really give a damn [Outro: Missy Elliott, Sum1] I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Pep Rally[Pre-Chorus] Uptown, downtown Everywhere we get down (Down) It's 'bout to go down (Down) Are you ready? (Are you ready?) On your mark (On your mark) Get set (Get set), let's go It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) Catch the wall, touch them toes Turn around like it's gold Back it up, back it up, so you know you got control [Chorus] Let me hit you with that Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally [Verse 1] Pep rally, my friends be at the pep rally (Woo) Screamin' and shaking, man, we at the pep rally (Woo) Aw, aw, aw, go 'head and dip at it The go-go playin' my jam, now let me shake my jelly (Woo) Jumpin' and thumpin', man, I got the crowd yellin' Get it, and kick it, kick it, kick it, there's no tellin' (Woo) Aw, aw, aw, you better move Ellen I got a nice round (Woo) like a watermelon Aw, yeah you play the point guard (Point guard) Hitting three corners, man, they playing real hard (Real hard) My team be with it, yeah, so keep your day job I turn around and make it bounce like a basketball [Refrain] Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that, clappers that stop Clappers that stomp [Pre-Chorus] Uptown, downtown Everywhere we get down (Down) It's 'bout to go down (Down) Are you ready? (Are you ready?) On your mark (On your mark) Get set (Get set), let's go It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) Catch the wall, touch them toes Turn around like it's gold Back it up, back it up, so you know you got control [Chorus] Let me hit you with that Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally [Verse 2] Rockin' not stoppin', bend over go 'head touch your toes (Come on) Get it, now get it, now let your bottom scrape the floor (Come on) Bouncing and bouncing, now stop, drop, rock and roll (Woo) And yeah we get crackin' like we up at the Superbowl Aw, quarterback on the field Football player runnin' yard, got skills At the ball game, pep rally over here The band in the stands, shit just got real Turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out (Oh) Turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out (Oh) Turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out (Oh) Like a basketball lover, make 'em bounce [Refrain] Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that, clappers that stop Clappers that stomp [Pre-Chorus] Uptown, downtown Everywhere we get down (Down) It's 'bout to go down (Down) Are you ready? (Are you ready?) On your mark (On your mark) Get set (Get set), let's go It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) Catch the wall, touch them toes Turn around like it's gold Back it up, back it up, so you know you got control [Verse 3] Well let me hit you with that Turn around (Turn around), rotate (Rotate) Feel that (Feel that), let it vibrate (Vibrate) Two-step (Two-step), let your body sway (Body sway) This a battle of the bands, this a drum break (Woo) Majorettes (Majorettes) on the schoolyard (Schoolyard) Where my drum majors? (Drum) Pull out your bullhorn (Bullhorn) Fools be gettin' drunk, actin' like morons (Morons) The football team be winnin' get your score on Oh, oh yeah this a pep rally (Pep rally) Murkin' and workin' yeah this be a pep rally Kicking, kick it, kick it, you better move Ellen I'm 'bout to whip it, whip it like potato salad Aw, yeah, now get your groove back Aw, yeah, you better do that Aw, yeah, this be a roll call When this song come on, now bounce like a basketball [Refrain] Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that, clappers that stop Clappers that stomp [Outro] Round up the clappers let's go, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Round up the clappers let's go, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Round up the clappers let's go, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Clappers, clappers, clappers, clappers All N My Grill[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh, hit me [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Don't explain, you never change Same old thang, same old game Say ya want to be wit' me But show me my ring, baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be wit' me [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] Why you all in my grill? (Why you all in?) Can you pay my bills? (Can you pay my bills?) Let me know if you will (Let me know, me know) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me 'Cause I know I'm in control See, Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old Go 'head with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] Why you all in my grill? (Why, why, why?) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills?) Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) [Bridge 1: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life (I was a fool) I don't know what's wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] Why you all in my grill? (All in my grill) Can you pay my bills? (Can you pay my bills, yeah) Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) 'Cause a chick gotta live (Oh, yeah) Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? (Ooh, pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Bridge 2: Missy Elliott (Big Boi)] If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money? Where's my clothes? If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough? (Aight, uh) Where's my money? Where's my clothes? [Verse 3: Big Boi] Why you all in my grill? I'm thinkin' it's time to chill Yeah, but you wanna drill, though I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville Cuz you be tryin' to kill my ho, my girlfriend And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker I told you I was the street talker It ain't my fault you gave me your Victoria's Secret's And your Frederick's You wanted the Waldorf Astoria But instead I took you to Cedric's, to entertain you To give you to the "G", and never claim you Me and Missy, we gettin' straight pissy And oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too You blamin' who? You namin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax G pretty D, are they same, boo But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee And Bobby Boucher yo' ass, G Yeah, yeah, huh I’m Better (Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Remix! [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Interlude: Lil Kim] Lil Kim! And you can not be me, no never Ain't got to explain why I'm better Your man is a dog He chase my kitty and he say my pussy is wetter Hooooooool' up, remix! [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance (Woo!) So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 1: Lil Kim] Lil Kim! You can not be me, no never Ain't got to explain why I'm better Your man is a dog He chase my kitty and he say my pussy is wetter Me and Missy be high in them choppers Landin' on hundred foot yachts In Giuseppe heels, I kick in the door Wavin' the 4 like I am Big Poppa I'm better, I'm better, Balmain be the leather My watch is so icy, if I walk outside in the summertime I just might change the weather I'm done with the Benz so I bought a Wraith I don't trust the bank so I bought a safe This fur on me like I fought a ape I'm killin' 'em, yellow tape [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room (Hoooooool' up!) I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better (Remix!) [Bridge: Cainon Lamb] I wake up, I wanna dance I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) Dance, d-d-dance I wake up, I wanna dance I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) Dance, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 2: Trina] Trina! Yeah, I'm better, I'm better than them And I get wetter than them And fuck where you've been Get too much cheddar for him I set the bar and them bitches only settin' trends I put the pressure on them Still ain't turn into a diamond I got the Midas, billionaire minded Seat's on recline and I'm gettin' some head Right in back of the pilot Switchin' up pilots, damn and I'm shinin' All my bitches with me, 305's finest Don't come around us if you ain't 'bout commas Commas, commas, commas, commas Show you how to hit a lick Collect the profit, watch it flip (He watchin' my body like he watchin' Scandal But I'm just yeah) Never front, so you spend [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 3: Eve] Eve! I've been away, I'm so anti Winnin' in life by a landslide I know you see me, you see me Your chick wanna be me But she can never be me, no Man I'm too stuck in my ways Countin' this money for days Life is so good, it feel good No worries with all of these foreigns up in my driveway I ain't got no time for no dumb shit A lot of y'all be on some bum shit First I got my D's up, then I got my pounds up What you been talkin' ain't addin' up March to the beat of my own drum Philly to London conundrum I've been this way, baby since the first day But they keep askin', "Where the fuck does she come from?" I'm better [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better I’m Really Hot[Verse 1] Let me holla at the DJ Come on DJ put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they booty Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them Screamin' like a groupie Misdemeanor move my nookie like a coochie Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway I'm just a bad bitch M-I-S miss I'm gone keep talking shit till you get this I'm gone bust up in the club with no guest list The other artists I'll keep em' all restless I don't french kiss, unless it's 50 Cent Vivica we can share him like the president Tabloids I don't care it's irrelevant I'm heaven sent now watch how I do this shit [Hook] Ho!.....Ho (I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm) Ho!.....Ho Go Go! Ho!.....Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot) Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cause I'm killin' em [Verse 2] You don't know what you talking bout You would think I was Suge when I come out My album hit hard when I roll out Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw em out And that's no doubt See I rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as zinfandel baby can't you tell I lick my lips like I'm LL And I'm doin it & doin it & doin it well Straight to the hotel I'm sober bitch so boy you gets no tail Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair I'm a hot gal, fly cars and stars in strip bars it ain't hot if I'm not there I'm a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry up and get yours [Hook] Ho!.....Ho (I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm) Ho!.....Ho Go Go! Ho!.....Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot) Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cause I'm killin' em [Verse 3] Look, let me move to the left Go Head, let me feel myself Touch my chest my sweat Show the DJ how I shake my breast Jiggle, Jiggle, Jangle Watch how my glu-te-us dangle I do a one-two step STOP! No I ain't done yet Everybody in the club go to work Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts I'm gone rock to the beat till it hurt I'm gone drop it on the street yeah you heard Haters I flip the bird, Got guns so what I ain't scurred I came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that's my word [Hook] Ho!.....Ho (I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm) Ho!.....Ho Go Go! Ho!.....Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot) Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cause I'm killin' em Release...yourself Release...yourself We Run This[Intro: Missy] My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual SICKTATE, VOLUME TWO, BELIEVE IT! {*"Apache" breaks start*} HO!! HO!! Let me switch up the game [Verse 1] I drink that co-gnac Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep Count sheep, wake you up from [fuckin'] all week You don't want me have to show ya How a freak bitch act when I ain't so-ber Whattup, I'm to' up, sho' nuff Ain't scared to take it out, tell the freak to take it off Tipsy and I feel, good Black dudes got big woods Into it, I do it, I did it If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin Aiy boy you know I'm yo' type Five two I wear my jeans real tight My curves, they swerve, so superb My word is my word and I came to serve [Hook] WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga East, coast, West, coast Down, South represent ya coast YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT Y'ALL DON'T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT [Verse 2: Missy] WICKED! Wanna pull my hair, break my back For the right money might sit in your 'llac Back to back, and can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes and then the backrub I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin me blush I'm enough to go around so people don't push Don't push - when I run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good And they shine so hard, that he glitters So many karats they look like critters And we can do it all night Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know can you handle my mic [Hook] WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga East, coast, West, coast Down, South represent ya coast YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT Y'ALL DON'T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT [Verse 3: Missy] Any hustlers in the party y'all - HELL YEAH If youse a pimp lemme see you party hard - HELL YEAH Ohhhh strippers take yo' clothes off - HELL YEAH Y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards - HELL YEAH Nigga I bo-gart A lot of rappers fakin way too hard Pull up at the club in a rental car Where them freaks at, the freaks at the bar where the hard drinks are Don't, start You don't want beef, don't take it that far with a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdemeanor too much and I don't give a fuck [Outro/Hook] WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! Represent ya coast and act like ya know Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the do' VOLUME TWO, HOLLA! WICKED! THIS SHIT IS SICK! BIG SHOUT OUT TO MOBB DEEP G-UNIT! Pussycat[Intro] Uh, this is another Missy Elliott exclusive, uh, come on [Verse 1] It's all for the love But there is more things that keep a man satisfied And I know the remedy just to cure him From cheating even if he tried, hey [Chorus] Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me [Verse 2] I know he's a man and men have intentions To sleep with someone else But that's why when I make love to him I'm ruling Try to give him my best, hey [Chorus] Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (nobody) But me and only me (ohh) Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (ohh) But me and only me [Bridge] As long as the pussy good it's alright Ain't gotta worry bout my man Cos he know mine's is one of a kind And that's why he keeps staying The pussy good, it's alright Ain't gotta worry bout my man Cos he know mine's is one of a kind And that's why he keeps staying [Verse 3: Missy distorted (Missy)] Look ma Yeah, you got that bomb and work That prissy stuff, glad it ain't that gushy stuff (that gushy stuff?) I don't like the mushy butts I wish we was like Puffy over Jennifer Him and her too much like I and we (And what that mean?) We just love the booty All we see, in 3D, is um Booty, booty, booty, booty [Missy] Oh really? Do me, do me, do me, do me Run through me like flood go through an I-V That's good I'm a make sure you never will leave Can I put my booty, booty up in your spaghetti daddy Are you ready for some cavi from me Pussy, gushy, mushy, what more you want from me Cuz my feelings hit the ceiling what you want me to be? Oh please pussy don't mess it up for me, come on [Chorus] Pussy don't fail me now (fail me, now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (nobody else) But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me [Outro: Missy- Spoken] Pussy don't fail me now I wanna turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I wanna turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me What's the deal y'all? I don't mean to come thru and break y'all vibe But, I just gotta slow it down for just a second, so bear with me You know, first before I do that I just wanna talk about how people Always say: 'Yo that's too nasty' and 'Why yo mouth so vulgar?' 'Why you gotta-why you gotta sing all these nasty records?' And all that, but I be representin' for the ladies and We got somethin' to say, we've been quiet too long Lady-like, very patient We ain't get mad when Prince had his ass out We thought he was gonna turn around to the front And have the front out too! But you know, that didn't happen We always had to deal with-with the guys You know, talkin' about how they gon' wear us out on records And-and you know so I had to do records that was strictly-- Representin' for my ladies and how to keep yo man Keep his eyes from wandering, looking around And, sex is not a topic that we should always sweep under the rug I'm not sayin' go out and do it, but if you do Strap it up, before you smack it up Flip it, slow it down, oh no! Jimmy, drop it Best Friends[Verse 1: Aaliyah] My best friend say she sick of me cryin' on the phone Tellin' how the men be doggin' me My best friend say don't tell her nothin' bout me and you 'Cause she ain't showin' me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me, she'd have let you go a long, long time ago My best friend say, my best friend say I'll be there [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Aaliyah] I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] My best friend say, I can stay with her At her house, no doubt, any time I like My best friend say, don't let you ruin my life Cause you don't do for me and you don't act right My best friend say If she was me she would let you go long, long time ago My best friend say, my best friend say [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Aaliyah] I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you I'll still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you [Bridge: Both, Aaliyah] Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey hey, yeah I'll be there, yeah [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Aaliyah] I'll be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you I'll be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you Beep Me 911[Intro: Timbaland] Uh, uh, uh, like that, uh Uh Say what, say what Say what, say what Uh, uh, uh Say what, say what Uh Missy, bring it in [Verse 1: Missy Elliot] Why you played on me? Wasn't I good enough for you? (Wasn't good enough) All those other girls you've been with can't do like I do (Do, do) Gave you all my dough when you needed it all the time (Uh-huh) And if you planning on leaving me again Then give me a sign (Say what, say what) [Chorus: 702] Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits, it's over, babe (Say what, say what, say what, say what) Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe (Uh) [Verse 2: Missy Elliot] Why you cheating on me? Can you tell me what I've done? I thought you was the one, but you just a hit and run Gave up clubs and parties, I put them aside (I stopped goin' to all the parties) Left me in the dark with no kind of sign (Why don't you give me a sign?) [Chorus: 702] Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over (No thinking twice) (Say what, say what) Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over [Bridge: 702] All my friends say I can do better than you (Say what, say what) Maybe they was right cause I feel like a fool (Fool, fool) But I can't let you go until you take some time (Say what, say what) To tell me why you left me without a goddamn sign (Say what, say what) [Chorus: 702] Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me (Say what) You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over (Magoo, Magoo) [Verse 3: Magoo] Type of nigga made built to last Look homegirl, I pump like gas when Get your friend and your girl and them (What?) My sex drive workout like a gym, Kim (What?) Was the girl that I used to hit You the girl that I gotta quit See the kitty Kit Gotta gold it like a light In the night you the freak come out We don't bite No diggity, who took you out No doubt when I first got down Made the bro' shout Look out, make it live Dip and dive, staying alive Shoot me sugar, there it is Now we talking square biz I'm leaving you without arrears But I still luh the kids What you think, I'm hen pecked Girl get your mind checked Take the time, recollect I just gave you disrespect [Outro: Timbaland] Ah, like that Like that Beep me 911, baby Aha, aha, aha, aha... Aha, aha Aha, aha Say what, say what Misdemeanor, 702 Whatch'all gonna do? Fellas? Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 Ching-A-Ling[Intro] The party is ending at 2 A.M So whatever you must do.. Do it now! [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) [Verse 1] M-I-S-sy, Missy be a freak Sex so good, I can freak you in my sleep Ice on my sleeve, I can make a room freeze Pockets mo' bigger than a stripper booty cheeks Dudes weak when they look at my physique French on my feet cost a buck fifty I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a tree I'm Muhammad Ali cause I sting like a bee Whatchu know about that? So cute and fat I let him hit it once, I watch the dude come back Cause the back so stacked like it's sittin on a jack Missy be the mack, that's a true fact [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) [Verse 2] (I like this!) Big things pop, little things stop If you talk a lot, in your mouth you get socked Miss don't flop cause I only get props House on the water, Aston Martin in the lot Look at my watch, cost a whole lot So iced out you cain't see it tick-tock Yeah, I'm so hot and I can't be topped Artists drop down like Michael Jackson socks Got the game lock, make ya body rock If Missy ain't on it, then ya song don't knock You might get mopped like a floor so don't walk You don't need to spit unless you live what you talk (Let's go!) [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) [Verse 3] Missy switch it up, do ya damn thang Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang Talk that slang, gon' head and let it bang Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King Boom, boom, shing, I shine like bling bling Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane My flow so mean, if you know what I mean So fresh and clean, you can call me Irish Spring Whatchu know about that? Talk like ex-lax If ya game wack, then you ain't sayin jack Just like that, yea yea, to get axed Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) Wake Up[Intro: Missy Elliott & JAY-Z] Ayo Hov, tell 'em, hip-hop better wake up Yeah, turn the motherfuckin' music up Yeah, turn the motherfuckin' music up [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin' crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Can't accept me talkin' real facts Down the hill like Jill and Jack, I speak what ya weak mind lacks Ya heard that? I'm creative to the fullest What you talkin' bout Willis 'Cause your talkin' never kill it I hear but don't feel it Thou ain't realest, you just sweet meat in the village Yeah I'm a Don Diva, Don Niva Y'all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beater Yep I'm a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever I'ma feed ya, what ya teacher need to preach ya It's time to get serious, black people all areas Who gon' carry us? It ain't time to bury us 'Cause music be our first love, say "I Do", let's cherish it [Chorus: Missy Elliott] If you don't got a gun (It's alright) If ya makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright) You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright) And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef, let's sell (It's alright) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Hip-Hop better wake up, the bed to makeups Some of y'all be faker than a drag on make up Got issues to take up, before we break up Like Elektra let go Miss Anita Baker I love Jacob, but jewelry won't fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nights to cake up Now check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check out how I made my paper Hip-Hop don't stop, be my Lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers I'm like an elevator DJ on the crossfader Black people wake up and see your ass later [Chorus: Missy Elliott] If you don't got a gun (It's alright) If ya makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright) You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright) And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef, let's sell (It's alright) [Verse 3: JAY-Z & Missy Elliott] I need rims that don't glisten and a booming system First piece of change I see, I'm gon' get one 745 no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride Fuck it (Rewind) (I can hear myself, but I can't feel myself) (I wanna feel myself like Tweet) 745 no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride Fuck it, couple karats in the ear won't hurt Need a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirt Evisu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David Beckham Anybody in my way, I wet them I'ma be this way till the cops come catch 'em Til' detectives sketch 'em On the sidewalk wit' chalk, New York's infections Til' I got taught a lesson Couple niggas gone, couple went corrections Emory Got 10 Ty got fifteen, nigga even my kin Got five years bringin' nineteen in But just think I used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the pen Hope you don't start ya life where I end (Wake up) [Refrain] (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] If you don't got a gun (It's alright) If ya makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright) You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright) And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef, let's sell (It's alright) On & On[Intro: Pharrell] Beware hahaha You're now listening to the sounds Of Mis-demeanor Turn everything up, all levels All my [fucking] levels Turn that [shit] the [fuck] up Huh? What? What? Is that a two-track? [Verse 1: Missy] Missy be the name and y'all should already know I been around as long as Scarface sold coke Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya Let me grab the microphone and I'mma take it away Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers Top model diva but my name not Eva Yeah I bring fever rocking classic adidas I'm straight off the heater ripping needles off the meter Here I go, flip my flow Back it up then I drop it low It's a must cause I'm dangerous I'll be a hassle on the busta call me angel dust I talk shit di, didn't stutter 2005 MC's in trouble You run for cover hide under your covers Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber [Hook: Pharrell] Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's [Verse 2] Missy finna spit shit simply raw Misdemeanor always make MCs feel small Stick you on the table with a plastic cup Say grace, then eat ya ass up Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies Not my competition you skip or play hookie Ain't nobody here that can tear the track up And naw I ain't done rapping so shut the hell up Keep it simple every time I flow If you step to me I shall throw blows Raise up like I's break nose I ain't about talking I'll lay 'em down slow And for sure y'all know Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck hit 'em low Ice cold heart like zero below If you wanna battle me then playa say so [Hook: Pharrell] Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's [Verse 3] Let me tell you what I'm all about About spitting hot rhymes on out Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes And the way he put it down he make it sound so (fresh) I be the best don't second guess When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed When I say I'm tight as wife beaters Missy bout to teach you how to follow the leader Hit the club in a blue two seater Looking like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter Get out with my high hill cuffs Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want Licking my lips like I'm taking him home Teasing and teasing I'm faking the funk Shaking my titties like I wanna bone Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone [Hook: Pharrell] Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Take Away[Verse 1: Missy Elliott & Tweet] You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became, so personal Every day that I spend with you, it gets unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't regret at all (I love everything about you) [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Tweet] Take away (Oh, yeah), your gold and platinum chains (Oh, and I'm gonna love you baby) 'Cause I'm gon' love (Ooh-ooh), love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for (Oh, no, no), for the love of cash (You might go broke, but I'm) 'Cause if you go broke (I'm not), I gotta make it last (Goin' nowhere, nowhere, nowhere) [Verse 2: Ginuwine] Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I I'm in love Ain't no girl in this world can fill your shoes None, not at all The things you do for me is so unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Ginuwine] Take away, your gold and platinum chains (Oh-oh, mhm) 'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) 'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last baby, mm) [Refrain: Missy Elliot & Tweet] I just wanna be the perfect match (I just) You don't even have to ask (You don't, have to ask) I just wanna be the (Oh-oh) perfect match We become so attached (We become so attached, baby, that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask I just wanna be the perfect match (Be the perfect match, baby) We become so attached (So attached) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Bridge] Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Take away, your gold and platinum chains 'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash 'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last Hot Boyz[Intro: Missy Elliott] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? (Hot boy) Oh, check me (hot boy) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] What's your name? 'Cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good? I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live? Is it by yourself? Can I move wit' you? Do you need some help? I cook, boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Lil' Mo] Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Is that your car, the XK8? Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date? Come get me, get me Don't diss me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too? Can you hook them up wit' some boys like you? A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Lil' Mo] Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded? Yeah, you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin' These diamonds I'm needin', make you believe it I want a lot, boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Lil' Mo] Hot boy Baby, you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (everyday, all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (oh, yes I will) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars, uh uh, uh uh? Where you at? Uh uh, yeah yeah Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars, uh uh Where you at? Uh uh.. [Outro: Lil' Mo] Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Hot boys, hot boys (I'm out) Hot boys, I like 'em like that Friendly Skies[Intro: Missy Elliott] Yeah A little slow jam [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Kiss me, hold me The weatherman says it's gonna be Cold tonight Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever man, you wanna do I'll be the pilot Don't miss your flight [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Until we reach the gate I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats [Verse 2: Ginuwine & Missy Elliott] Take me higher Let's just go for a little Joy Ride Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Let's stay Buckled up And let's make love Across the friendly skies [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain Stay in my seat Till I reach the gate I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain I'm stayin' my seat [Bridge : Ginuwine (& Missy Elliott)] I want you (I want you) Baby, I want you (Baby, you know I want) I really really wanna (Fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (Fuck) you I want you Yes I do (I want you) Baby, baby, I want you (I know you know what I want) I really really wanna (Fuck) you I really wanna (Fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (Fuck) you Sho nuff wanna [Verse 3: Ginuwine (& Missy Eliott)] Is there anything that you want? Is there anything that you need? Call on me (Ginuwine) Call on me (Ginuwine) Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you crave Call on me (Ginuwine) 'Cause I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah [Outro: Electronic Voice] Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy drive with me Missy drive with me, drive with me Cool Off[Intro] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive [Refrain] Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Missy in this bitch doin' shit you ain't never seen Missy in this bitch doin' shit you ain't never seen Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it (Stop) [Verse 1] Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin' out the sunroof I got 'bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops Got a hundred bands, goin' H.A.M., we don't give a damn It go up and down, 'round and 'round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan [Refrain] Cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off [Verse 2] Break a sweat, make 'em lose control, ain't no AC Goin' hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop) [Refrain] Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop) [Verse 3] Play this again, I'm finna win Finna go off, finna go in Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten And the song never ends, no, the song never ends Body shaped like a fisheye lens I'll make it drop, yeah, I'll make it bend Cool off 'til I feel the wind Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Way too high to get over me Way too low to get under my skin All the DJ's gon' hit that spin I'ma play this again and again and again (Stop) [Interlude] Cool off Woo Cool off, woo (Stop) Woo [Refrain] Cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Lick Shots[Intro: Missy] Uh, ayo, Timbaland See, what they don't understand Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em For two-double-zero-one (Hey) And for those of you who hated (Hey) You only made us more creative (Misdemeanor, uh) [Verse 1: Missy] You don't wanna speak my name Mess around, get that ass blown away Brrah, fool, go on away I ain't never like your tail anyway Missy got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an Escalade Bling bling all in your face I think you might need to put on your shades Rah, I know you feel me doe You hatin' on me, but you hear me doe Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low Ah, I'm a crazy ho I'ma keep the party live Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight Keep your hands in the sky Wave 'em 'round like you're crazy high [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow [Verse 2: Missy] You don't know who I be Your mammy tell you not to fuck wit' me If I give you head, you'll never leave Rah, stop sweatin' me Flip it on the blackhand side Looka here boy, don't you even try it Make me dislocate your spine My rings fix your shine like turpentine What you comin' 'round here now fo'? Baby, hell no, you just want my dough Get ya black ass on the flo' Fool touch me, that's a no-no Rah, Mr. DJ, won't you play that song? Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs Hey boys, won't you sing along? 'Cause we gon' rock the party 'til the early morn [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow [Verse 3: Missy] Y'all don't hear me (Hot) You got your guns but you don't scare me (Ooh) Originality is leary (Uh) My own style and I ain't sharin' Back up, back up, easy now Hey y'all (Hot) Let's turn it up and tear the club down (Uh) Grab your drinks and give me two rounds I'll break you off, I'm goin' down down Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow [Pre-Chorus] Listen Listen [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow Hit ‘Em Wit’ Da Hee[Intro: Lil Kim] Missy, ha ha Yeah, I like that [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (Ha) Think not, excuse me, but uh, I like to flow 'Cause this joint knocks harder then Indica And I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Finnegan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib of wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemeanor hit notes like Sarafina, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She hit ya with the hee [Verse 2: Missy Elliot] It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (You) 'Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes, yeah (Tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with... [Chorus: Missy Elliot] I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar, hee haaa hee haaa [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (Sprung out, sprung out, sprung out) 'Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount Aye hey hey I drive through your hood [Chorus: Missy Elliot] I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar (You can meet me at the bar) [Verse 4: Missy Elliot] Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar What's up star? We know who you are Shit, no shit, I thought you hadn't noticed The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch Niggas love my style too much (Ha ha) Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr! Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks Like a one billion bitch march [Chorus: Missy Elliot] I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa I stop em with the haaa (Hee hee ha) I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa Meet me at the bar (Meet me at the bar) [Outro: Mocha & (Missy Elliot)] Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot (You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Yeah, we out nigga) Bad Man[Intro: Vybz Kartel] Yo, what some boy feel like Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, 45 Haskell [Missy Elliott] WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] What dem do dem rude badman (Badman) Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman) Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman) If dem batty boy play badman Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!) Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!) What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal) Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal) Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!) When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!) Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] (*Missy Elliott) Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (*WOO!!!) When mi a come up don't stand up just run Fi mek blood stain mi get a custom (BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (*HA!!!!) AK rifle this mi long gun Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun One shot shift dock couple plane land down (*HA!!!!) Bulletproof buss up like a condom General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a heart that's made of metal General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a heart that's made of metal [Bridge: Missy Elliott] (Vybz Kartel) Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty Five Haskel) [Verse 3: M.I.A.] (*Missy Elliott) (Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play Dem nuh worry mi when they say They nuh like mi mi nuh like they I be wilder than Tim McVeigh Fuck 'em all and that's what I say Now I see that it ain't easy Everyone plays a part in our day Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get shook to the floor (*WOO!!!) Some people are rude on the road though They gonna get hurt lot more (*Yes) Some people are rude on the road though Gonna get hit to the floor (*Drums!!!) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] HA!!! Fire baby!!! [Outro: Missy Elliott] Dem nuh want test I, dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye Buck dem down, buck dem down... Back in the Day[Intro] "Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" [JAY-Z, Missy] Whassup, Missy? Timbo! This is.. another.. Missy Elliott (Hip-Hop! Yes!) Exclusive (Yes, uh) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] One for the butters, I came from the gutter No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new Tag Team "Whoomp! There It Is" We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton" This is our house, Run! hahaha [Missy] What happened to those good old days? (Huh?) When hip-hop, was so much fun Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (C'mon) And no one, came through with a gun (A guh-un) It was all about good music y'all It helped to relieve some stress (Huh?) Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (Y'all) So much love between North and West [Hook: Missy Elliott] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged [Verse 2: Missy] Remember when we used to battle? (Uh huh) On the block before the lights came on (Yeah) Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (Come on) If we did our homework, like we knew those songs Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E D.M.C, and Heavy D Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (Oooh ooh!) MC Lyte opened, doors for you and me, c'mon [Hook (JAY-Z)] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey (Young!) Hip-Hop has chaaaanged (J. Breezy, let's do it again, nigga) [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Rough, the way it oughta be From day KRS-One all the way up to Nineteen Naughty Three To M.O.P., we Cold as Ice Nigga, we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally, nigga Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna holla like Missy, but fuck it Just let a nigga MC The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you riff on your EP, you gonna need an MD So you gots to chill cause I kill at will Like solid water dude; y'all niggas don't get it "Kill at Will," solid water? Ice Cube Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God [Missy] Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissin' drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin' C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA [Hook: Missy Elliott] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged {*ad libs and whistling*} [Break: Missy] I wanna, go back in, time (let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?) I wanna, go back in, time (Where all the rap artists got on a record together?) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time (I used to love them days, no tension, let's go!!) [Hook: Missy Elliott] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged 4 My People[Intro: Missy Elliott] Yo, this is for my motherf— club heads, you feel me? (Yeah) Ow! People, gangsters and pimps and people Smokin' that lethal reefer Up in the club with speakers Hi hats, some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needles Sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me the illest diva Yo, I'm on fire People, go 'head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch and rub up Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist Yo, when the music come on, you take my breath away [Chorus: Missy Elliott] This is for my people, my party people And this is for my people, my mother— people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) This is for my people (Say what?), my party people And this is for my people (Huh?), my ecstasy people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I look him right in his face and say, "Dance with me" [Chorus: Missy Elliott] This is for my people, my party people And this is for my people, my mother— people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down, get on down) This is for my people (Say what?), my party people And this is for my people (Huh?), my ecstasy people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) [Verse 3: Eve] Can't stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans All night ducking him while I'm tryna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouthpiece like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all on my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Bouncer try stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh [Chorus: Missy Elliott] This is for my people, my party people And this is for my people, my mother— people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down, down) This is for my people (Say what?), my party people And this is for my people (Huh?), my ecstasy people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) Slide[Intro] This is another Missy Elliott exclusive [Verse 1: Missy] My twinkies look stinky on the Benz And don't I gotta look sweet for my mens And make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper And even date a ball player from the Lakers Now fake a take and make 'em holler at cha later Shake em Wake em and tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacob's That's the way a real diva like to floss it Buy a car no matter what is costs Of course my Rolls Royces make 'em nauseous Tell you who the motherfucking boss is I'm driving, you walking that's why you talking See the chrome spinning on the wheels stop jocking I`mma let you know real nice and slow I'd be broke as a joke if I had to be a ho So poor, Missy on the rise like the sun If you think that I`m done, I ain`t even begun [Hook] Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around [Verse 2] Feel the boombastic in ya back head 15"s putting holes in ya back head Bbboomp bbboomp bbboomb bbboomb Don't it sound so fantastic My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini Two-Twenty can't see me in the bottle like a Genie Teeny, Weeny, now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties Now here's a freebie, I`mma let you see me on T.V Accepting my Emmy or a Grammy in Miami I hit you with the one, two, whammy You no tooth granny, with a hole in her panties And I don't give a shit if you can't stand me Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my Mammy And I don't mean to sound too petty But they use to call me Fatty until I got with Puff Daddy [Hook] Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around [Verse 3] My rims keep turnin' and turnin' Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon And yes it's my concern that: Your chain Platinum or is it really Sterling? I'm old school I rock a Sherlin From New Jers heard all the way to Berlin And that's for certain Behind every curtain is a snake bitch lurking and she about to catch a hurtin Mr. Moes on the beats And Missy be the beats behind the beats My record sales don't jump or do leaps And while you sleep I'm on the ground as I creep (you should creep) I got Pumas on my feet Fresh gear everyday, all week You know I keep it hot for my peeps Never cheap underground like the streets [Hook] Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around Pass That Dutch (Remix)[Intro] Listen up everyone! we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound - who-di-whoooo! Run for cover motherfucker! Woooooo! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse - 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps and a bump make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window, call me Michael Jackson (hehehee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin Hypnotiq in my drink (that’s right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) Put it down for the streets (that's right!) [Hook] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Verse - 2] Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make your pum pum jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I'm under attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause "Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!" [Hook] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Interlude] Listen up motherfuckers You have five seconds to catch your breath Five - four - three - two - one [Busta] It would be my pleasure If you just let me knock they ass out for you baby Let's go! It's the immaculate, incredible Magnificent, unforgettable, unimaginable So that's such a dramatical situation See all the shit you be facin' While I be in the place In a way that be keeping the party shaking (oh) Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four, hut Get that thong, shorty, pull it out your butt (what) See a crew of the baddest bitches laying the cut (what) If you ain't saying shit for, we keep your mouth shut What, shut, what, shut, what, keep your mouth shut I brought a couple shorties back and they cleaning my house up Almost forgot to mention I'm one of the most important And relevant in the street like a genius who speak intelligent, ah Look at all of the shades of my diamonds in my bezzle When light hits, forget it, I court a charge of embezzlement Missy, give it to 'em, let's take 'em all on a ride Just remember to pass the dutch on the left hand side [Missy] Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff ladies Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Missy] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going like the Energizer bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever your choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get you moist Scream (whoo whoo!) now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on a white horse *horse* [Missy] Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff, ladies Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Missy] Pop that, pass the dutch baby, jiggle that fat Can You Hear Me[Intro: Diane Haughton phone call] Missy it's Diane Here's the information for the Where you can send the flowers to The florist for Aaliyah I'll give you the phone number In case you need it Okay Missy, take of yourself I love you I love you, bye bye [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I been checkin' on your moms and dad (uh) And your brother since the day you left (left) Passed on and went away with God (uh) But for your momma its been so damn hard I hate to even hear her cry (cry) Aaliyah she asked me why (why) Would her baby girl go this way (oh) Can you give me better words to say [Chorus 1: Missy] Come one day she'll see you again With the same ol' beatiful smile Long hair and the voice of a hummin' bird You'll be singing them same ol' songs Aaliyah can you hear me I hope that you're proud of me Me and Tim we been doin' our thing But its never been the same since you had to go I ain't never met a friend more incredible Ohhh... [Verse 2: Chilli] I know you're in real good hands With God but damn I miss you Aaliyah if you see Left Eye Will you Tell her me and 'Boz miss her too Cuz no one's gonna fill her space (uh uh) T-C, L not replaced All the reasons we learned to love (love) Fly high wit' your 22 doves [Chorus 2: TLC & Missy] One day we'll see her again With the same ol' beautiful smile Crazy but sexy cool And she'll be rappin' them same ol' songs Lisa can you hear me We hope that you're proud of us TLC has come a long way But its never been the same since you had to go Cuz the healin' process will be long and slow Yeah [Verse 3: Missy Elliott, Chilli] Aaliyah I know you're in a safer place You're face to face with the creator and our maker And if you and Left Eye happen to chat Tell her me and Tionne we know she's much safer If you see Biggie smalls up in the clouds Tell him he's still the illest emcee we had around 2Pac there is only one, Big Pun R.I.P We say one (one yeah yeah) [Chorus 3: Missy & TLC] One day we'll see y'all again With the same ol' beautiful smiles All styles so many styles And y'all be doin' the same old things The last time we seen ya We hope y'all can change the world Let 'em see how short life be It will never be the same since ya had to go To the music world y'all are incredible [Outro: Chili] Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Izzy Izzy Ahh[Intro] Timbaland, uh-uh Maganoo G-G, Ginuwine Aaliyah Saint Nick Saint Nick Imbaland [Verse 1] I pulls up in my stretch (Stretch) I let my homegirls flex my 9-8 Close and closer, they follow in my limo, playin' CD's Of when I used to hee-hee totally in my ass cheeks They sweat these beats for any kinda jeeps You know how I is So freakin' hot that I siz Geewiz, get my clothes tailored like I'm Liz Miz I'm comin' for your ass in a min, seconds or hours Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers I cruise these beats like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer (Beep beep) Some of ya'll MC's mad I got the power I hit you with brrrppp, take that Niggas wanna scat when I, uh, take that What? Mmm, take that Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh-uhh [Chorus] Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me [Verse 2] M-A to the G, double O My man Moe, smooth like Joe Timbaland, where you get the dough? I'mma get my niggas Nigga, go and get ya hoes Flows to me come so natural I'mma take a stroll, roll this hydro I'mma take my ass to Pazzaz and Essoh Slow oh, down diggy diggy doh [Chorus] Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me [Bridge] You never heard beats like this before (Uh, uh) When me and Timberland walk through the door (Uh, uh) Our style be tighter than before (Uh, uh) You like our steelo You never heard beats like this before (Uh, uh) When me and Timberland walk through the door (Uh, uh) Our style be tighter than before (Uh, uh) You like our steelo Oh oh oh [Chorus] Oh oh oh Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Yeah yeah oh oh oh Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Yeah yeah oh oh oh Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy Izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay Blahzah blahzah blahzay Oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Funky Fresh Dressed[Intro: Missy] This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up) [Verse 1: Missy] It's very necessary, on the contrary No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that Bevy My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried [Hook] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) [Verse 2: Missy] Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'mma keep y'all runnin' Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin' That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin' [Hook] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) [Break: Timbaland] C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon [Verse 3: Ms. Jade] I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer Used to swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter to nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Niggas keep drawin', the streets keep callin' Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck Please do not try to fuck with young duck Please do not try to fuck with young duck [Hook] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Why I Still Love You[Intro] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive [Verse 1] I keep comin' back to you And I ask myself why Hey, guess I love that nigga too much Just don't waste up my time Mm, I go way out my way Making you satisfied But it don't matter, boy, how hard I try You don't care how I be feelin' inside You gon' make me tell you, "Kiss my ass goodbye" [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, baby? I feel like I can't trust you And I feel I can't trust you, no, no Cheating on me, why must you? Hey, 'cause you do me wrong and you don't do me right (Hey) I'll fight you and your chick on sight (Hey) Don't play with me 'cause baby, I'm 'bout that life [Verse 2] Boy, you know I get jealous And I don't like to share Hey, I love you so much 'Til I'm losin' myself I done tried and I tried (Ohh) I don't know what to do You walkin' 'round, got the girls thinkin' you cute (Hey) I'ma do me, nigga, you can go and do you (Hey) Better not play me 'cause you gon' get the boot [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, love you, baby? I feel like I can not trust you And I feel I can't trust you, can't trust you, no Cheating on me, why must you? It don't matter how I It don't matter, baby, how hard I try (Hey) You don't care how I be feelin' inside (Hey) You gon' realize when I find me a new guy [Outro] You can go 'head, I'm gon' be alright Pay my own bills, I'm gon' be alright All by myself, I'm gon' be alright I don't need you, I'm gon' be alright Stay where you at, I'm gon' be alright Don't try to come back, I'm gon' be alright Be on your way, I'm gon' be alright Stay out my face, I'm gon' be alright Bring the Pain"One two three four five six seven eight nine!" - Chuck D "Are we on the air?" [Intro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, uhh .. (HA?) Uhh (HA?) uhh (HA?) Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive Uh-huh.. woo!! [Verse 1: Missy] I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's your name? (HA?) I love the way you're spittin' the game You made me change from thinkin' all guys the same You the type of guy I wanna marry in months Got exactly what I want (HA?) And ain't no fakin' the funk Your attitude is funk and you're makin' me crunk (C'mon) [Hook: Missy - singing] Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami [Verse 2: Missy] I'm in your life to come and let you explore (HA?) And take you on a tour The kind of guys that be talkin' that noise Is the reason I ignore (UH-HA!) And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS "He's a rap superstar" (UH-HA!) I wanna be the one You like, I'm sure to do you right [Hook] Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me (Oooh Oooh) Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami [Verse 3: Method Man (Missy)] Is it real hon, if it's really real? (Let's chill) Maybe pop an X pill (How the sex feel?) Come and get your next thrill (You the raw deal) Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amoré, all day, mind over matter And my forte is foreplay, sex on a platter have it your way Then who, serve you everything on the menu And all that freak shit that you into? Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy Maybe, we can go half on a baby (On a baby?) Poppa got a brand new bag Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly Yes I, like "American Pie" Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y [Hook] Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami [Verse 4: Missy] M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-I-S-S-Y, I am I came came to bang bang the boogie I see you lookin to bang out my nookie You want my cookies I baked for you rookies Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me If you want my nookie you got to come quickly M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me? (Mr. Meth) is ya wit me? Meltdown[Intro] Bet it, bet it taste like candy [Verse 1] I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm Moanin and groanin tried to make him feel manly I'd rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else Whenever we sexed I wished that he was someone else That dude that approached me at the bar the other night That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga He got that magic stick that make my little pussy quiver Juices runnin like a river slowly down my kitty litter Boy I'm so glad I found a nigga like you A thug like you to make a girl say - ooh Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind tastin' your magic stick, magic stick If you don't cheat or sleep around Ain't nothing wrong with tastin' your magic stick [Hook] I bet it taste like candy, made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, baby you the shit Now what you workin wit candy made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, I like the way, I like the way I like the way, I like the way [Refrain] I like the way you work your stick boo The way you work it like voodoo The way you wind and you wind and you grind Don't stop the way you work your stick Baby the way you work your stick Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin [Verse 2] My ex-boyfriend had to go He didn't know how to work that magic stick But I found a guy that sure do love It's so true his love is cla-hassic yeah oohhh [Hook] I bet it taste like candy, made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, baby you the shit Now what you workin wit candy made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, I like the way, I like the way I like the way, I like the way [Refrain] I like the way you work your stick boo The way you work it like voodoo The way you wind and you wind and you grind Don't stop the way you work your stick Baby the way you work your stick Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin [Verse 3] I could play Janet you could play J.D If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z Check for them other chicks cos they not me They're just some copy cats there's only one Missy M-to the I double ss don't test I'm hard as the cushion on a bulletproof vest But you got me whipped like slaves in the days You're cool as the shade and ice and lemonade I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry Guess it's necessary and on the contrary You be mister right and mister legendary The more I fall in love the more it gets scary [Refrain] I like the way you work your stick boo The way you work it like voodoo The way you wind and you wind and you grind Don't stop the way you work your stick Baby the way you work your stick Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin [Outro] I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga Nothing Out There for Me[Intro: Beyoncé, Missy] There ain't nothin' out there! A Missy Elliot exclusive *phone ringing* I know one thing Beyoncé better not answer this phone Hundred ladies ain't free, I ain't got no money either shoot We 'posed to been at the club Hello? Beyoncé I know you ain't lettin' dat broke down, insecure LL Cool J wanna be nigga keep you in da house for another Friday Yo just, just go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man Ain't nothin' out there for me [Verse 1: Beyoncé (Missy)] My man don't like my friends (Girl yo man ain't no good why he tryin' to keep you in?) He say they influence me (If I was an influence I woulda been said leave) But boy I love him so (Girl we late for the club, why you still don't wanna roll?) Cuz I got my prize right here (See, the guys at da party) Ain't nothin' out there for me (Come on) [Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be I done already been in the streets And ain't came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hangin' out He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about [Verse 2: Beyoncé (Missy)] I know he's insecure, everytime I leave out the door (You lettin' him spoil yo' night? Live ya life, you ain't even his wife) He ain't gotta worry bout' me cuz' I got somethin' more sweet (Oh, you must got a diamond ring) And I know I'm so lucky ain't nothin' [Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be I done already been in the streets And ain't came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hangin' out He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about [Bridge: Beyonce] I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) And he don't know I'm in love Like the time that we met (I adore him) I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I love him) I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) And he don't know I'm in love Like the time that we met (I adore him) I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I adore him) [Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be I done already been in the streets And ain't came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hangin' out He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about [Outro: Beyoncé, Missy (Beyoncé)] Look, you goin' or what? Go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man Ain't nothin' out there for me There's a lotta guys wit' cash and they like to spend money fast Now is you sure about dat? I'm chillin' wit' my man wha part don't you understand? Yeah I'm sure about dat I think you should really go, I heard the party is outta control Make sure you sure about that I don't care about no club Cuz my man is all I love, yeah I'm sure about that Don't let em' blow ya high, go out and have a nice time Is you sure about that? Girl I do not get high and wit' him I'm spendin' all my time Yeah, I'm sure about that Ok stay wit cha man, I'll be at the club doin' my dance, woo! (You’re the only one that I'm thinkin' about) Crazy Feelings[Verse 1: Missy] I was in love That's what it was when I met you In love And no one could ever talk about you But it sucks, so many lies and alibis In love [Chorus: Beyoncé and Missy] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Verse 2: Beyoncé] So in love I just didn't see the wrong you did In love But now that I know I can admit It was love that made me a fool, a silly fool In love, oh crazy [Chorus: Beyoncé and Missy] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Bridge: Missy] You was always in my face, all the time Even with 20/20 vision, I couldn't see you lie You was always in my face, all the time Even with 20/20 vision, I couldn't see you lie [Chorus: Beyoncé and Missy] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Get Ur Freak On (Nelly Furtado Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott, Nelly Furtado] REMIX! Come in and I landed With Nelly Furtado... Come in and I landed What you gotta say, oh [Verse 1: Nelly Furtado] She's a freak, and I'm a chief head banger With the top down low on the flow 'cause you're so fresh (fresh!) Like b-boys with vests, like runners carve chests Haha, haha I run like the breeze to catch this life But sometimes get a need 'til I bleed! There's truth, I go; there's a rhyme, I will tell it; a story, I'll defend it Missy come in and I landed! Hell, where did she come from? This international goddess sun So get your hands up like this hun, until the party's just begun So come over to my house and that's where this song's from A less for the laugh from West Coast breeze Portuguese diva! And Missy is the woman who always be cookin' Say something for Neltado who come dip her vibin' From DC to T.Dot and all around the world, come Giddy up, giddy up, back, back up to my girl! [Hook: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Rrr g-get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, g-get) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on (G-get your freak on) [Verse 2: Nelly Furtado, Missy Elliot] Who's that bitch? Meep meep! (Oh...) Nelly, Nelly, Nelly Furtado all in your stereo I'm pumping louder, please don't tell me you don't like the flow You cry to me to put this down, so let me step it, yo (Yo!) It's a original flow, people better lay low Stick you up like velcro, 'cause me and Nelly say so I'm doin' how we do, some strange loose in your crew Because my fire springs your head round, right Missy, Missy! [Hook: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Rrr g-get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, g-get) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on (G-get your freak on) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] They wan' dance Everybody getting freak-deaky, wan' dance Grab your partners, tear 'em by the ass and wan' dance Wine your body swiftly to the beat, dem wan' dance! Dem wan' dance, dem wan' dance! Everybody crank in the club - dem wan' dance Everybody hot and on the block - dem wan' dance Everybody gettin freak-deaky wan' dance, dem wan' dance, uh [Break: Nelly Furtado] Yeah [Hook: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Rrr g-get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, g-get) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on (G-get your freak on) [Outro: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] REMIX! With Nelly Furtado... Get your freak on Ne-Ne-Nelly Furtado, hehehe Get your, get your (A'ight) Get your, get-get, g-get, get yo-our (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Some new shit Doji do doji do doji dedingdingding... They Don’t Wanna Fuck Wit Me[Intro: Missy Elliott] Damn, he he he Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time Uh-huh, say what? He he he he, damn he he Timbaland, he he, yeah We bout to lace em one mo time Alright, yeah , ooh [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] The M-I to the S-S They put that on my chest My car's the way that I flex And people say I'm dope as fuck They say I'm just too fly I make em wanna get high They want a piece of this pie But I'm just too damn chill for them No way I flip my shit It feels like a good hit And even if you buy it Nigga, you can't get smokin' in this hay Nigga, what you got to say Iza bah bah zah zay Iza zah zah zah zay [Verse 2: Timbaland] We ridin' through your hood (Hood) With a dollar dank (Dank) And a S-L-K (What?), and a 348, what 9 (Uh) Two bad niggas, from the big VA (Bay-ay) Twelve blunts a day (What?) Chillin on the other side of the bay (Bay) Who y'all think y'all is (Is) Tryin to get with Mis (Mis) You tryin to diss You think you can beat us, shit (Shit) We them ill wonda twinz She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what? (What) [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm sure so gifted Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh [Outro: Missy] Hey, yo Timbaland Yo, I'm a just (Sue) Dance a little bit You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you? He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin? We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track The track is bangin by its self Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah They don't want To fuck with me They don't want They don't want They don't want They don't want They don't want Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me Wanna fuck with me They don't want They don't want They don't want They don't want They don't want Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me No they don't They don't wanna They don't want No, no, no To fuck with me [Missy talking to Fade] Shake It Like A Pom Pom[Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show,(go) Shake it like a pom pom,like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom,like a pom pom,(go) Like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' [Verse 1:] See how the booty shake Like an earthquake There is no escape When I shake it in your face Now don't you wanna tape my booty shakin' on your tape So show it to your boys See the look on all they face I move it to the left, move it to the right Double time, double time, aight Show 'em what they like Look at it, look at it Slow motion, freeze Stop for the camera Paparazzi wanna see Cheese Hello, hey how you doin'? I shake it like this Now let me see if you can do it Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one Shake, shake, shake, shake They faces all stunned If you got it, got it, got it Move it kinda fast Boys all gas While they tryna make a pass (whistle) Whistle while you work Go' head do your dirt Even if you like to flirt Lift up your skirts Then turn 'em out One leg up Go 'head shake it out [Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, (go) Shake it like a pom pom,like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' [Verse 2:] Now when I walk through the the door, door Step aside, side With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize Do milkshake go with that shake? It sure do baby Do milkshake go with that shake? Uh huh Now first you bend over Put your hands on your hips Then you make a stank face Then go on and let it whip Whip it like moms Witcha witcha back then Then catch your breath and then start it up again One minute, two minute, three minute stop Everybody drop like their hidin from the cops Ay Yo, there will be no fights Throw his ass out the club, cause we ain't turnin' on the lights Sally got a big old donk Oh yeah And Missy got a big old donk Oh yeah [Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'm a show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shake [Verse 3:] See I was sitting in the lounge With my tight skirt on And like a 3-D movie He was watchin' the thong All up in my grill So he asked could he tag it Two-timing from an ish like maggots He tryin' to spit the game What he had to say Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce? OK little boy want to boost my esteem I said you need a rehab Cause you look like a fiend Don't want to start a scene I ain't tryin' to be mean And even if you spend your green You can't get in between Cause this here queen Keep the nookie real clean And like a diamond ring bling See who wants get the wet dream [Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'm a show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' My Struggles[Intro: Grand Puba] Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am Bacon, eggs, toast, butter Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than others Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe I control the industry cause Missy in the lead {*scratching*} Uhh, I'm talkin to you man With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan When I was young my pops, throw rocks Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn' On and on and on 'til the record scratch And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!) Take moms with me and a few ADAT's And make a song about that and tell pops it's a wrap (YES!) Oah-KAYYYYY! [Scratched] hold up [Hook 2X: Missy Elliott] Y'all don't really know my life Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!) Y'all don't really know my fears And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble [Grand Puba] Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac I spit hot raps, then I check my traps Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga Entertain my guests in "The Basement" like Tigger Grand Puba and the name ring bells And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells So the new school new school need to learn yo I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho [Missy Elliott] Yo yo Puba, hold up Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit MA-RYYYY! {*beat changes*} [Mary J. Blige] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap I'm known around the map to always make a comeback I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered Had to pay them bills, the places I lived Messin with them cats that's said to get I had to give I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up [Hook: Missy] + (Mary) Y'all don't really know my struggles (I had two or three jobs I had to juggle) And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered (Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover) (Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half (I'm better off now that was in the past) I had to take the good stuff with the bad Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have) [Scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap [Scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells [Scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap [Scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells Dog in Heat[Intro: Missy Elliott] Gimme that funk, um Funk, um Yo, gimme that funk Oh yeah, baby, gimme that funk Sho' nuff that funk [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, yo, beware of the dogs, off the chain (Woof, woof) Fuck your whips at the club, we piss in the parkin' lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (Beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside By the spare, she hungry? I'll feed her fries 'Cause I'm a dog nigga (Arf), shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud, bitch, shake that ass I getcha drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (Ding-dong) With your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run (Run, run) I'm a dog, shit, I fuck right in front of your son (Get out) If you ain't got Missy and Meth Want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When you come home from work I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip-sippin' on sizzurp Uh, now we gon' make love to an end, yeah Slide, wanna take a ride When you with me, oh so right, tell them boys, not tonight Say you chillin' with your bitch and this is one you don't wanna miss Uh, 'cause this love right here is on fire (Fire) Slide (Oh), wanna take a ride [Chorus: Missy Elliott] (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks (I love, yeah) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] You on the block layin' low, from the cops layin' low When you done, let me know 'Cause my love make you be like, "Whoa" (Whoa, uh) 'Cause I got yo' mind in the trenches Slide, let's take a ride Baby, come give me some, hey woadie, ain't no other one Can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmm, mmm, 'cause you put butterflies on my stomach Slide, baby, won't you slide? [Chorus: Missy Elliott] (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo, yo, I wanna gangsta boogie with my gangsta bitch Love it when the pussy talk back, thank the dick All my dogs (Woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no ass at all, we ain't fuckin wit' y'all I'm not your smooth lovin', see me at the Casbah thuggin' Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin' Never catch Tical hand-cuffin', I'm in your party puffin' Smellin' like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen (Uh) And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me (Yeah), I'm 'bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter Kick your feet up, Saturday night, who got the fever? Brought the flavor of Indonesia, puff-puff-give-type procedures And this joint bumpin' out your speakers [Chorus: Missy Elliott] (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks [Outro: Missy Elliott] I'm gonna take you high to the top And let your body not reject me, babe I'm gon' make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream, don't stop But you must first respect this lady You must respect this lady Pass Da Blunt[Intro: Missy Elliott] Ayo It's too many producers, haha Is giving off these fraud beats, you know what I'm saying Your worst mistake is to try duplicate anything that Timbaland make So, you gon' hear this beat one time and one time only And I'm gon' just do a lil' something on it Alright, check it [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Bitches I never wanna hang with bitches Since I turned Missy Every bitch wanna meet me booty lickin' My ass they kissin' But I feel like they way too picky I used to know a guy name Ricky Oh really? Don't piss me off And son, better let y'all know y'all lucky 'Cause if I come out buckin' The whole world better be duckin' 'Cause I roll with Puffy No doubt, shit turned out get ugly No matter what you still love me Me whack, you buggin' [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt on the left hand side He got the beats He got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump He got the beats He got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt on the left hand side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Niggas I always keep a good nigga I get him for his figures, I A-K-A gold digga See me with him in a jewelry store buyin' glitta Should I not or should I? I'm a get em, I'm a get em And uh, bitches They mad cause I be flossin' Yeah this pussy costin' the kind that be tossin You know I'm rockin' 'cause there will be no stoppin' All that shit you poppin' What's that shit you talkin? [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt on the left hand side He got the beats He got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump He got the beats He got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt on the left hand side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Bam bam bam bam bili bili bom Bam bili bili bili bili bili bili bom I said "Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side" [Interlude: Timbaland] Welcome y'all to Timbaland and Missy hit factory A lot of people try and sneak in and get the ingredients But I am da man behind the ingredients So please come to me with the recipe baby [Outro: Missy Elliott] You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check, 1-2-1-2, uh-uh, here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check, 1-2-1-2, uh-uh, here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so Let it Bump[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I'm-I'm-I'm Mi-Mi-Mi-Missy (Yeah!) Radio play me all the time Write my own rhymes and I swear I'm fly This flow here from '83 From a to z you can't fuck wit me (Aww) Me and Timbaland man I'll be damned Remember when Lyte was in love wit Sam I used to be in love wit this guy name Sam But to me oh my gosh he was one in a million I came through cause I rock the show Wack MC's get kicked in the throat Keep on sleepin' cause you think I'm a joke Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) [Hook: Missy (Timbaland)] I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on (come on) Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip-hop you just a new jack swing (uh) Remember when Chaté was live on stage Chanté was live on stage Let me back that shit up For ya for ya no hip-hoppers I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip-hop but don't know Daddy Kane This time Missy rhyme crazy though Haters wanna know my antidote Try to catch up cause ya mind is slow Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) [Hook: Missy (Timbaland)] I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) [Break: Missy (Timbaland)] Me and Timba-Timba-Timba-Timba Timbaland Me and Timbaland man I'll be damned (Cut Cut Cut-cu-cu cut the music up man) (Cut Cut Cut-cu-cu cut the music up man) [Verse 3: Timbaland] Me and Missy come fresh on tracks (oh) 5 albums deep can ya handle that (that) We came from the basement to platinum plaques (plaques) We sittin' on something this black on black (oh) Jimmy D, he's the engineer (neer) A nigga been down for about 10 years (years) Fixin' that stuff to make it sound so clear (clear) Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) [Hook: Missy (Timbaland)] I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone Why You Hurt Me[Intro] I know of somebody out there who had a nasty nasty Nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a ho? You know what I'm saying? So I'mma talk about this one I had a few years ago [Verse 1] I had a friend named Cutie Tootie Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci Known as loose bootie Truly, she was a freak in the evenin' And if she wasn't teasin', then give me one reason Why she do dat? Always knew dat She was hot as da nectar Hector said he pecked her, disrespected her 'Cause he bang bang, swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh [Verse 2] Cutie Tootie with her sight And if she humped Ralph She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike Tight is the way she wore her dresses Has she learned her lesson From all the dick testing Now I'm guessing (Now I'm guessing) She's laying in a casket, in a yellow basket For a Gucci jacket Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things 'Cause he made the ugly bitch sing [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh [Verse 3] Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics, loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heebie geebies Quick to give you freebies Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn Neighbors out the window sure was lookin' She greasy like chicken I don't give a cotton pick and She can do her thing 'Cause me and her don't hang The ugly bitch sang [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Uh-huh [Outro] So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody Who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank Once again, going around humping everybody Everybody and anybody and anything That's why you make the ugly bitch sing Ooh, ooh Mommy[Intro: Missy] Please stand UP! In 2005, the industry will be pussy-whipped It won't be EA-SY [Scratched] Mommy look good yeah mommy look right [Verse 1: Missy] They like mommy with the cute face, can I get a date Mommy got a cool shake, mommy make 'em wait Papi havin' trouble tryin' to keep up the pace Mommy got a hook I let my pussy be the bait Mommy got that good shit, that really good shit The type of chick you get with, that really good shit Mommy got them niggas goin crazy for the ass Call me Flash, make a dash, get a nigga for his cash Mommy nuck and buck with a quick uppercut Mommy sport shell toes, I put my Nikes up I used to dress D-boy, now I dress girly Wake up real early with my brais lookin curly Mommy let 'em know who she is, what she 'bout Yeah she 'bout money, mommy turnin niggas out Mommy got bills, car sit on big wheels In the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill [Hook: Missy Elliott] Mommy cute like Fendi suits Mommy fresh these my real breasts Mommy sex cause mommy groan Mommy be that good shit at home Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy Damn mommy, roll like armies Mommy ass like a Cadillac Mommy give 'em heart attacks [Missy Elliott] They call me lil' momma lookin big in my Hummer Momma on the corner, lil' momma be a stunner Fly to the Hummer quick faster than a runner Foot on the gas, VROOOM, engine gunner Mommy look good, yeah mommy look right Mommy stay hood, mommy be yo' type Mommy get excited, mommy ask you to bite it Mommy know you like it, tell papi don't fight it Capital M-O-M-M-Y Mommy got 'em pussed, take any chick guy Mommy got a deal, mommy spit shit real Mommy give 'em chills when she wear high heels Mommy get the money get the money get the money Mommy find a man who can go and get it for me Mommy look fresh in Respect Me sweats Stay best dressed, showin off my breasts [Hook] {*beat changes*} [Scratched] Mommy get the money {*repeat 4X*} [Missy Elliott] Yeah mommy get buck like whoa lil' momma Back it up like whoa lil' momma When she shake it like whoa lil' momma She get naked like HOLD UP MOMMA Mommy be a freak, mommy let the world know Mommy want 'em lickin from her head to her toe If papi say no then lil' papi gotta go If he broke no no mommy kick him out the do' [Hook] Joy[Album Intro/Skit] "Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah. Hey! Hello? Who is it??" "BOY SCOUTS!" "Oh no! Don't you know not to ever disturb a woman when she's cooking her favorite recipe?!" "Hey lady, look. This a jack move!" "Fried chicken, pork chop, chitlins, collard greens... What's wrong with you, eh? I have to get back to the kitchen. My cabbage is burning." "Yeah, I want the cabbage and your collard greens. All of it. Right now." "Besides, you're making me miss my favorite episode Fear Factor! I wonder if the ribs are done. You boys want to know chef's favorite recipe for musicals?" "I don't wanna know no chef recipe?! Go 'head. Get the pump! Gon' and get the pump." "Well I tell you. You take a half a teaspoon of Mary J. and Ciara with a dash of Slick Rick." "Yeah, yeah, he gon' come back with the burner. Yeah, I'mma stick-- Yeah... Okay. Well, you play. Play!" "I'm back. Oh I'm back!" "Now what now!" "It's easy as 1-2-3 play. Next, you mix Rhemario and Qu'ran in a Bangladesh style bowl to make some Nisan Stew(art). Mix some Campbell's soup..." "And then???" "...I prefer Warryn style myself personally, Add a pinch of Fantasia..." "And THEN???" "...with a Grand sized Puba, then you sprinkle one Scoop Fatman throughout to add flavor and a dab of Soul Diggaz Then you throw a tablespoon of Timbaland and half a Neptune smothered in hot Scott Storch dressing." "We gon' smother you in some hot sauce. Whatever you said." "...and you serve with a side order of Mike Jones." "Mike Jones?" "Who?" "Mike Jones!" "It's best served with a cold St. Nick brew, whichever you prefer. And there you have it kiddies. This is my perfect recipe for a delicious meal. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy!" [Joy; Intro: Missy] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Joy [*Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds*] Joy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick! Joy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [*Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds*] [Verse 1: Missy] Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through My belly out and sellin out these venues My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake I take on you and your dudes I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!) Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh When I come out, get your release dates moved [Hook: Missy] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin [Scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBALAND) This year you hear a real MC, when I [Slowed up] break break b-b-break break break... [Missy] I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow And those who try to compete to the wall I throw So I drop it low, 808 kick low Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Mr. Mos', this beat he compose While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep Make labels unable drop they artists on leak I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow [Slowed] I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit That Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high [Hook: Missy] + (Mike Jones) This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC [Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!) This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin [Mike Jones] See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at I'm supa dupa fly like Missy Missy Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop Before my deal came my shows was sold out House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low I got [Missy] Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies Be proud of yo' big-ass feet We came to party up in this bitch You Don’t Know[Intro: Missy Elliott] Now, see The one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick And laugh about it But, see A woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, "Yo-" [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Don't you gotta man? Why you fuckin' wit' mine? See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby [Chorus 1: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (Hmmmm) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea) I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip Hello? Hello? Who dis? It's Mo' Imma teach you not to touch my shit For real? Hello? [Verse 2: Lil' Mo] I be callin' his house, when you're not around Don't make me warn you You know how I get down, down Somebody told me But I ain't trippin' off you, nah If you were doing your thang He'd still be wit' you [Chorus 1: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (You don't know) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Daily, daily) I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip Hello? You know who this is, bitch. Heh! Yeah Imma teach you not to touch my shit Yo, who this for real, man, hello? You know who it is [Chorus 2: Missy & Lil' Mo (Phone conversation)] I can't believe you would ever do that (Hello? Hello?) Can't you show me some respect? (What? Yo, who dis for real, man? Mo', this is Mo', this is Mo' You playin' a little bit too much, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, this ain't no game) Is it cuz you're just a reject? (This is not a game Oh, ok) Gotta keep your ass in check (Yeah, what? You on some real bullshit now You know-you know what? Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know? Yeah, I'll come through!) I can't believe you would ever do that (Yo, where you live at?) (Ask your nigga where I stay at) Can't you show me some respect? (Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this He know! Heh He ain't got nutin' to do with this He know! Ask him where I live at, aight? You on that same stuff you was on last year) Is it cuz you're just a reject? (When I had to come through there last year, What!?) Gotta keep your ass in check (And I'd do it again cuz I want, I-I-I'll come! You ain't keepin' nutin' in check, you better keep your man in check And keep him from around my house Please, I will beat that ass Bitch! You know I will) [Chorus 3: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (You don't know x2) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Car door oh-oh) Blow out heat like I'm a air vent (Oooh ooh ohh) Hello? Trick, you know who this is, don't front I'ma teach you not to touch my shit Yeah, I'ma teach you not to touch my shit, bratttt [Break: Missy (Timbaland)] You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) [Verse 3: Lil' Mo (Timbaland)] Cuz I'm that chick, yo, that same chick But I ain't wit' playin' that game shit Start callin' that name shit And I'ma get on that same shit (Uh huh) That new shit That "call your crew" shit That "what you wanna do" shit The boy is yours? Keep that nigga! Beat my ass? Prove it! [Verse 4: Missy (Timbaland)] You been suckin' his dick (Ahh) Tastin' my clit (Uh huh) Just a side chick On the side, bitch (What?) I'm the prize, bitch (Uh) Keep it silent [Don't] make me violent You be dialin' 911 to tell the family [Verse 5: Lil' Mo] 'Round yo' crew, you's a bad bitch Yo ass be talkin' mad ish Toe to toe, shoot the five Girl, you'll get that ass kicked What you think I'm gaming? Shit is real, I ain't playin' ("Oh, lord! Not my baby!") Yo, I got ya moms prayin' [Verse 6: Missy (Timbaland)] It's gonna get risky Fuck wit' Missy I'ma shoot you where your ribs be (Oww) So you can feel me Ain't it real, B? (Uh huh) So filthy and you're mildy Not appealin' Drum roll! [Outro: Timbaland] Uh oh You done done it now Uh oh You done done it now She's mad What? She's mad I'ma let them two girls fight While I'm out I’m Talkin[Verse 1] Nigga, what's up? You think you tough I'm fly shit, high as a bitch, dope as fuck Sho' nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities Fight you like the fucking enemies You would think there's fucking ten of me When I'm sending these blows, blows Hoes wanna roll like hydro Wanna suck Timbaland's bone like you Fido I go, scoop Lil' Kim, me, she, her, them and him Gets high in The Tunnel They see my Lexus comin', they hear the bass rumblin' They come quick, they come quick like a dick I make myself sick, I'm so motherfuckin' bad to the bone Like my titties on full blown [Chorus] My style of rappin (My style) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (My style) My style of rappin' (Yeah) Su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Uhm, mmm) My style's the bomb diggy (Brrr) [Verse 2] I'm calling your cards like Sprint Can't be me, can't see me, I'm low like Timb Ladies and gents, dogs, cats and babies Whoever bit my style I hope you croak from the rabies Swayze, maybe I call your name, ain't that a fucking shame I'm too high for that, I'm great like the dane Mane on main if you decide to put your hands On my fucking light, like the cigarettes I light You must burn, you better learn from the pro Who rock shows after shows, when it rains, it pours I hurt like the cold souls, my style polishes like nails and toes You know [Chorus] My style of rappin (It's such a good...) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (I give) My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) My style of rappin (I'm such...) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (Uhmm) [Verse 3] You beg to be put on like pants Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance You want to shake your stanky ass Well I'm sorry Sam, God damn You ain't family, you hounding me Pounding me with the same old story, ahh, you bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies Sorry cutie, why you go and shake your bootie? 'Cause there's only one Lil' Kim The triple beam, the misdemean, nigga queen Whoomp, we Tag Team So hot we melt like ice cream Without the dick riding Dreams of smoking a California blunt I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga? [Bridge] I'm talking about my style (I am the flyest there is, and now) I'm talking about my style (Let me tell you about Missy's style) [Chorus] My style of rappin' (Oh my) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (Su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) My style of rappin' (I'm such a good rapper) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good...) I give you good and plenty (Good, good) My style's the bomb diggy [Outro] Hey Timbaland be talkin' more shit And Lil' Kim be talkin' more more shit shit Da Brat be talkin' more more more shit shit Busta Rhymes be talkin' more shit, talkin' more shit 702 talk shit shit And Aaliyah talk shit shit shit Ginuwine-wine talkin' more more more shit shit And I be talkin' more shit And Total be talkin' more shit Maganoo an-and St.-St. Nick, we be talkin' shit We be talkin' shit, I, I, I, I, uh huh Jimmy talkin' shit too I, I, we out Shake Your Pom PomI see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it See the booty shake See the booty shake Like an earthquake There is no escape When I shake it in your face Now don't you wanna tape A booty shakin' on your tape? So show it to your boys and See the look on all they face I move it to the left Move it to the right Double time, double time, all right Show 'em what they like Look at it, look at it Slow motion, freeze Stop for the camera Paparazzi wanna see Cheese Hello, hey how you doin'? I shake it like this Now let me see if you can do it Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one Shake, shake, shake, shake They faces all stunned If you got it, got it, got it Then move if kinda fast If the boys all dance While they tryna make a pass Whistle while you work Go 'head do your dirt Even if you like to flirt Lift up your skirts Then turn 'em out One leg girl Go 'head shake it out I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' Now when I walk through the the door, door Step aside, side With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize Do milkshake go with that shake? It sure do baby Do milkshake go with that shake? Uh huh Now first you bend over Put your hands on your hips Then you make a stank face Then go on and let it whip Whip it like moms Witcha witcha back then Then catch your breaf and then start it up again One minute, two minute, three minute stop Erybody drop like their have from the cops Ayyo, there will be no fights Though got a club, we ain't turnin' on the lights Sally got a big old donkey Oh yeah And Missy got a big old donkey Oh yeah I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shake See I was sitting in the lounge With my tight skirt on And like a 3-D movie He was watchin' the thong All up in my grill So he asked could he tag it Two-timing from an ish like maggots He tryin' to spit the game What he had to say Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce? OK lil' boy want to boost my esteem I said you need a rehab Cause you look like a fiend Don't want to start a scene I ain't tryin' to be mean And even if you spend your green You ain't get in between Cause this here queen Keep on looking for clean And like a diamond ring bling See who wants get the wet dream I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' Higher GroundMmmhmmmm.. mmmmmm.. Ohh yea yea yea Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm I'm movin.. higher ground.. (Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now (Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground (MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of (Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground Obstacles and situations, people places and things I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won With my mind set on higher things These things have become my footstool I'm determined to reach my goal I need peace for my soul (Ohh) I'm movin on (that's why I'm movin on) can't nothin stop me now (I'm pressin on) I'm pressin on (to higher ground) to higher ground (MMMM!) Each step I take (each step I take) is a new dawning of (For my higher place) A brand new day (On my higher ground) for higher ground I'm pressin on, the upward way Brand new heights I'm gaining, eeeeeveryday No higher place, that I really have found (Lord plant my feet on) plant my feet on (On higher ground) Forgetting what (forgetting what, is already behind me) Is alread be, ohhhh-oooooh-ohhhhohwhoahhhhh (I'm moving forward) Moving yahyeahh (for what's ahead) I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me) I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes it is) A brand new day (yeahhhh) for higher ground The race is not given to the swift Nor the battle to the strong only But instead (??? ???) But we gotta stay strong and fight on Sometimes you feel like your foot might slip Cause it's too much goin on Just realize your goal is greater than your struggle Just hold on and be strong I'm moving on.. (I'm moving on) can't nothin stop me now (nothing, no-no-no) I'm pressing on.. (ooohooohooh) to higher ground (oahhyeahyeahh) Each step I take (oh is the dawning of a new day) Is the new dawning of (???) A brand new day (yeahhyeahh) for higher ground I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now I'm pressing on.. to higher ground Each step I take.. is a new dawning of A brand new day.. for higher ground Be strong, and fight on But by all means, keeeeeeeeeeep moving [Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus) [Missy] When I was down, and no one was there [Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me [Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus) [Missy] When I was down, and no one was there [Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me 9th Inning[Intro: Timbaland] Yeah, yeah Check it, yeah! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Now I'm in the 9th inning Thought I fell off, ain't quite finished Yeah, I'm about to put my foot in it, talk with it, walk with it I'm no gimmick (Yeah!) 2012 there'll be no games, real rap, real bars, I'm not playing Haters y'all lame, you a Missy fan! I'm a beast in a booth, I'm just sayin' (Yeah!) I make 'em wanna get low Duck with it, buck with it, let's go Every time I spin around, it's a sick flow You newcomers better sit back and take notes (Yeah!) This here my time Yeah I've come better run, take what's mine Bite the dead off like a tick line This rhyme gonna make 'em push rewind (Yeah!) Yeah I'm so hot, up on the charts, number one spot You see me when I drop, and I won't flop Missy never stop, got the music game on lock (Yeah!) Wanna get served? You third, you second, but I come first I flip my verse like I flip birds I'm fire, yes sir! [Hook: Timbaland] We hit makin', hit breakin' Party shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated Hit makin', hit-breakin' Party-shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated [Verse 2: Timbaland] Now I'm in the 9th inning Niggas think I fail when I'm still winnin So I been gone for a hot minute I love this shit, that's why I got a gift in it (Yeah) Fuck nigga, get fly Nigga can't talk wit' a gun in the mouth Niggas bitch up, bet they run in the house I can smell bullshit when they walk by (Yeah) Heard that old saying, yo Never ever cross a one day, give ya most Never ever act funny for the white folks I'm a big fisherman when you a tadpole (Yeah) I like Lady Gaga Why you let a nigga do ya whole album? Where you think that fake producer got ya style from? Come fuck with a nigga, watch the outcome (Yeah) Ain't no real artists Wack talent get in real starvin' All you hear in music is the chorus Well that's okay, Timmy back in the story [Hook: Timbaland] We hit makin', hit breakin' Party shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated Hit makin', hit-breakin' Party-shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated [Verse 3: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Down to the 9th inning I'm the real deal, y'all pretending Years later, my songs still spinning I do record deals no less than ten milli (Yeah!) My hits be yay long My songs go on like a marathon Get ghost, get gone, you a dum-dum Better rhyme here, come and bite this like a python (Yeah!) Wanna act fly? Wanna act like you better than the M-I Shakin 'em, bakin 'em all like a bean pie Takin' 'em, burnin 'em down like I'm Left Eye (Yeah!) Futuristic Y'all can pack it up, I done ripped it When you say my name, call me Miss Bitch I make the next chick run to the exit (Yeah!) Yeah I got a sick sense I'm making this a movie like a Netflix I'm on the guest list, on the checklist I'm the flyest chick, now tell me who the best is! (Yeah!) Elliott be the name Elliott back in the game Elliott hit it with a bang Bring the hook back in, Timbaland [Hook: Timbaland] We hit makin', hit breakin' Party shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated Hit makin', hit-breakin' Party-shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated [Outro: Missy Elliott] Man, if you wanna hit? Maybe we'll return your call Don't call collect You have a collect call from... (Beep) Toyz[Intro] Whatchu mean I don't need you no more? Cause I don't! I gotta bag full of toys and I don't need none of your boys So you can hit every chick on the block Cause I'm gone be alright once I turn this power on, ya dig? [Verse 1] Toys! You don't get the job done when I need a little loving So I gotta do it myself if I wanna feel something So I grab me a toy, 'lil boo ain't buggin' Now I want some affection and you ain't giving me nothin' [Hook] A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel Every girl has a toy now, baby! A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon!) [Verse 2] I keep my butterfly close when you ain't wanna be bothered Don't come waking me up, cause I ain't giving you nada Cause I got me a toy (Tooooy) And it works for me and it lasts longer than the battery So you best believe that [Hook] A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel Every girl has a toy now, baby! A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon!) [Verse 3] I used to wish that you would love me And fantasize on how we used to be Until I discovered something better than you I don't need, no need, your loving You wanna come home late at night touchin' and feelin' all over me But I don't need no help in pleasing me Oh! [Hook] A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel Every girl has a toy now, baby! A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon!) [Outro] How could I miss you baby, I didn't even know you was gone It's obvious you aren't needed in the bedroom anymore I'm just keeping myself occupied like all women do when they are taking a bath And when you leave, make sure you don't slam the door because you fuck up my concentration Toy! Let Me Fix My Weave[Intro] What's up motherfuckers? I need to know is V-A up in this bitch? New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids Holla at ya peoples Oh! C'mon [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Verse 1] I met a guy named Tommy Very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy You really don't know me So I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic zirconia I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID." Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui You want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee) [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oohwee) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Verse 2] I used to date a guy named Chris Sloppy with his kiss But he was good with his tongue I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong I had him souped like won-ton I put the beat on And on my ass he skeet on I put the heat on young gun Fresh meat he season Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James And with a mask he's Superfreak I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy Cause your child support money don't fix my weave And you know nigga please me no fuck for free." [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Verse 3] I got a call from Joe He used to call me J.Lo Hey-lo, how you doing? Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing Sex was good all "ooh-in" Moan he was grown He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin' I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich" Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys Cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave." [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Outro] To the heavy weave cities Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the Projects To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hair Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave Straight up like a perm you heard Teary Eyed[Intro: Missy] Two thousand five!! There will be no room for y'all with no originality WHOOO [Verse 1: Missy] You're the reason I don't trust no one (No one) And I don't love no one, from the places I've come The sad songs, I've sung, all the times I've been stung Boy you, bring the worst out of me (Holla) And I can't count these tears I've cried The emptiness inside that left me so petrified Tried to keep, love alive, but I became too tired Cause you, bring the worst out of me Hey, hey, hey-ay-ay [Pre-Chorus] And, I wish I coulda changed the way things have gone And start life through a lie maybe once again (YES!) I don't know when or where but somethin' must have went wrong And all I have to say, is now... [Chorus] When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you (Holla) But look what you've done to me (me) [Verse 2: Missy (Tweet, Missy)] I, compromised all my time (My time) And rearranged my life, to make sure you was fine Cause our love, was on the line, and I became so unkind Cause you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out) This is, how the story goes (Whooo, it goes) The others want to know, when it's out of control (Control) You work, and you work, but someone gets hurt And I guess that'd be me (When I sing) [Chorus] When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was 'posed to marry you, kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you (R&B) But look what you've done to me (me) Hey, hey, hey-ay-ay [Refrain] I wish I coulda changed the way things have gone And start life through a lie maybe once again I don't know when or where but somethin' must have went wrong And all I have to say [Chorus] When I sing this song I get so teary eyed (Oh-oh) Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was 'posed to marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you But look what you've done to me (me) Hey Whatcha Gon’ Do[Intro: Timbaland] Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun [Verse: Timbaland] I be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin', "Do you want it Timb'?" Niggas, playa hatin' sayin', "Who the hell is him?" I'm in the back, gleamin' from all that virgin gem Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin' Timb' I'm over capac'y when it come to makin' them beats Me and Missy makin' y'all, move y'all feets Makin' y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat That's whatcha gonna expect, comin' from my crew Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too I know that's too much for you to handle dude Now ask yourself what [Chorus: Timbaland] Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When me come in the spot, dem wan' jock Dem nasty boy lookin' around with big cocks Them girls be plottin' on how to get the rocks So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops Ah, what they gon' say? Ah, don't wan' play Get 'em in the club, ah, smokin' on hay, hey Ah, when I'm in my ride, oh-ah, people walkin' by Ah-ah, pistol by my side, in case dem wan' try [Chorus: Timbaland] Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? [Verse 3: Timbaland] I be gettin' in girls' clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe Better get all my dough, pluckin' the hair in my nose It's official, I'm a pimp, 'cause my name glows Ev'dence I'm back to the Yugo's [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] Talkin' that junk, you get buried You don't wanna end up in the cemetery Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you In the other hand I got gat's that will peel you Whatcha gon' say? Whatcha gon' do? When I'm in the club, comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker (Ah, yeah, baby) (Y'all heard me) Ah Whatcha gon' say? Whatcha gon' do? When I'm in the club and comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker [Chorus: Timbaland] Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? 4 My Man[Fantasia] Like your name is MISSY ELLIOTT, my name is Fantasia Barrino And what I can GIVE YOU is Fantasia Barrino Holla at your girl [Missy] Two thousand five!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wake up in the mornin with my man next to me Up all night like we've been on that ecstasy (YES!) Mixed with Hennessy, he got the remedy Yeah my nigga into me, I can't say it simply We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation Time to have relation, love makin in the basement Smack it up, flip it up, crush it One minute, two minute, I was no question (AHH!) Who would ever think that I'd be givin up the goodies Walkin 'round naked in a pair of pink footies (HA!) Just like them hoes at the shows Half-dressed clothes doin whatever, who knows (OH-KAY!) Nah I only get freaky with him No menage-a-trois, not freaky with them (WOO!) It's just me and my man Yes, said me and my man [Hook: Fantasia] For my man, I'll do whatever Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs For my man, I'll last forever Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change [Missy] I'm never insecure when we not together Even though he tell me he in love with Ciara I'm from a new era and I bring terror To any chick who check my fella when we together, so He treat me like a Cinderella, yup Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella (okay) This fella deserve primo stellar, he be a Roc-A-Fella Not to Jay-Z and Dame but the charm on the chain be platinum Jacob Roley lookin sporty, {?} Money stackin keep track and I fax him If I can't find his ass then his ass out of gas He only gettin one pass (OH-KAY!) My man, is my man and nobody else's Damn right, I hope y'all felt this Old ladies 'round the coast-es You better get focuses 'fore you ever try to approacheth [Hook] w/ ad libs [Missy] See when you in love you might have to say it Don't say you won't, never say you won't You might get real mad, wan' act all bad Act up in the street, a few chicks you gotta beat Cause they disrespect (disrespect) Clockin your man from his feets to his neck, UHH You gotta let her know that's a no-no, slap her real slow With a right blow whichever way it go And keep it gangster Show these bitches that you can't come Yank 'em, point blank 'em, top rank 'em I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger (YES!) Scared how you figure? My man (OH-KAY!) Say it time again Say my man (my man) my man again I say my man, it's just me and my man Said for me and my man [Hook] w/ ad libs [Scratched] That's my man.. yes it is.. this love.. U Can’t Resist[Intro: Baby] Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Verse 1: Missy] Y'all don't wanna gimme my props? I'mma have to lick two shots on my Glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's Better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [Hook] Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit [Verse 2: Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don' done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V And the whole industry goin' beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know y'all niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Hook] Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit [Verse 3: B.G.] I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon' be sorry Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down We got K's so, put them Glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden ho's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Verse 4: Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about getting it locked, dog Don't wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin' them cop calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, fuck you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what Tanut Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Hook] Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe [Outro: Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys It's all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah Stickin’ Chickens[Intro: Missy (Aaliyah)] Uh uh (Mmmm, yeah) Uh uh (Yeah, yeah) 99 uh uh (Ohhh, yeah) Say what? What you got boo? [Verse 1: Aaliyah (Missy)] I was in love wit' you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh huh) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes (mhmm) When I found out the scoop on you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, heh) It was still too hard for me to realize (Uh, yo) That I need to be through with you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, say what?) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat nor sleep (Yeah, uh) All the girls you're runnin' through (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh huh) Used to be best friends, down with me (Yeah) Oh yeah [Hook: Missy & Aaliyah (Missy, Aaliyah)] When I'm gone uh, you're alone (Oh) You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home (Say what?) When I'm home uh, you're with me (Yeah, say what?) Kissin' on my ass, tryna be with me (Ohhhh) Well it's done, this I know (Uh huh) Seen it for myself, I'mma let you know (You know) You don't play, games with me But before I go, better leave my dough [Verse 2: Missy] I'm no fool for you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, say what?) But you seem to think my love's a joke (It ain't a joke boo, uh) I get no love from you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh huh) Like all these times I did before (Uh-uh) I think I'll pass on you, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh) 'Cause the way you been actin' lately (Say what?) I get no cash from you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah) If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy, oh yeah (Uh huh) [Hook: Missy & Aaliyah (Missy, Aaliyah)] When I'm gone (when I'm gone) you're alone (Yeah) You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home (Say what? Get home) When I'm home uh, you're with me (Uh huh, With me) Kissin' on my ass, tryna be with me (Tryna be) Well it's done, uh, this I know (Ohh-oh-ohhh) Seen it for myself, I'mma let you know You don't play (No way) games with me (Oh no) But before I go, better leave my dough [Hook 2: Missy (Missy, Aaliyah)] Dedication (Dedication) It was just a bad relation (Yes it was, yes it was) When I think it cuts my insides The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (Uh, one, two, hit me) Dedication (Uh, say what? Dedication) It was just a bad relation (Uh, It was just a fad baby, baby) When I think it cuts my insides (Uh huh, Ohh-oh-ohhhh) The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (Yo, yo) [Bridge: Aaliyah & Missy] Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (Say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo(Da Brat) [Verse 3: Da Brat (Missy, Brat)] I want it all from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off wit these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws (Uh huh) Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the doors, and you can't claim me no more The loss is yours (Uh) How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit' Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin' Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in (Uh) You wasted my valuable time, there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney It's Brat, 'liyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished (Uh) I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it You don't need it, beat it, it's mine (That's my shit) You need to kiss my ass like your heart was in it (Stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga [Outro: Missy] See I'mma give you your props tho You like a bad ass motherfucker Runnin' two bitches at one time When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game Who the fuck you think I am? Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man That's why us bitches gonna stick together Bitch Uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Busta’s Intro[Intro] Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yo yo [Verse 1] Ay yo, Missy, fuck that I just came out here a hour and twenty five minutes On one of them Gilligan Island shits of New York, Virginia Word up! Came out here to visit your ass, and you playin' shit like this up in my ears What the fuck you think you doin', thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this Muthafucka before I bounce? Yo check this out, let me hit you with this real shit real quick, Missy One shot, baby, just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit Check it out [Verse 2] Ah hahaha! I continue to disregard all of ya'll's opinion Ahah! Blast your whole ass into oblivion Eheaha, makin' New York with Virgin-akins Eheh, this shit be bangin', ehe If you disagree, uh-uh! Before I smoke this, and get a little drunk and a little pissy When I'm finished with music, I'mma make all ya'll muthafuckas miss me See, "Who is he, that girl right there, who is she?" It's Busta Rhymes and Missy Niggas, when ya come around Missy, don't act like a fuckin' sissy No chicken headz allowed here, no time for the kissy kissy And when they askin' "who is he?" I be Busta Ryhmes the phenomenal of get busy Strictly major effective, ya'll niggas know the drilly We gettin' money together, trackin' stacks and then count 'em Y'all niggas stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album [Outro] Word up! Flip Mode is the muthafuckin' squad! Busta Rhymes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya Ah, yo, ya'll niggas stay focussed! Keep ya eyes and ears on this fulfillin' shit Missy LP numba one! Blossomin' like beautiful flowers on all y'all muthafuckas! Stay tuned Why I Still Love You (Acapella)[Intro] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive [Verse 1] I keep comin' back to you And I ask myself why Hey, guess I love that nigga too much Just don't waste up my time Mm, I go way out my way Making you satisfied But it don't matter, boy, how hard I try You don't care how I be feelin' inside You gon' make me tell you, "Kiss my ass goodbye" [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, baby? I feel like I can't trust you And I feel I can't trust you, no, no Cheating on me, why must you? Hey, 'cause you do me wrong and you don't do me right (Hey) I'll fight you and your chick on sight (Hey) Don't play with me 'cause baby, I'm 'bout that life [Verse 2] Boy, you know I get jealous And I don't like to share Hey, I love you so much 'Til I'm losin' myself I done tried and I tried (Ohh) I don't know what to do You walkin' 'round, got the girls thinkin' you cute (Hey) I'ma do me, nigga, you can go and do you (Hey) Better not play me 'cause you gon' get the boot [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, love you, baby? I feel like I can not trust you And I feel I can't trust you, can't trust you, no Cheating on me, why must you? It don't matter how I It don't matter, baby, how hard I try (Hey) You don't care how I be feelin' inside (Hey) You gon' realize when I find me a new guy [Outro] You can go 'head, I'm gon' be alright Pay my own bills, I'm gon' be alright All by myself, I'm gon' be alright I don't need you, I'm gon' be alright Stay where you at, I'm gon' be alright Don't try to come back, I'm gon' be alright Be on your way, I'm gon' be alright Stay out my face, I'm gon' be alright Dangerous Mouths[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, 3000 baby Uh huh Ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Verse 1: Redman] Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin' I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc, hood lynchin', icy flows I write with wool mittens It's two, not one Missy dot dot com Come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once it's on, turn it up, chickens flockin' in Shoppin' at birds are us, murderous Don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands Flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin' Like Kima, Keisha and Pam I remain cool like, like open house on a school night Animal House gettin' thrown out for food fights PPP strictly don't give a fuck And Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees, it's mwa the Don-Wan Carry on, D.A.N. to the danger Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger Change up all your rhymes you need beats My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee See its the shots of Henessey that's in me Reggie Noble through after me [Verse 3: Redman (& Missy Elliott)] It takes two to tango, and two to fuck I done fucked in Range Rovers to Isuzu trucks Used to move weight, now you makin' moves to duck Built solid without bolts, screws and nuts Pussy tight, Jiffy Lube it up Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now my arm close hang em My crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for the occasion One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown Two minutes later I'll make it hotter Snap you from the vine to my medulla oblongata (So what you wanna do, what you wanna do?) [Bridge: Redman] Yo, I got the chickens, the brews Take X and mushrooms Def Squad in the house bitch, drop your drawers Tell your boyfriend to ease up, and park his car [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] I'm from the south, you better watch your mouth It's the M-I, the S-I, if you try, then you die I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love, baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes? I ain't got no love for yo No friends with those, who imitate me ya bold My style I own, I'mma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe I gotta say no more, BITCH! [Outro: Missy Elliott] Thats right nigga, hehe It's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh Muthafucka! 3 triple zero uh huh The Matrix baby Uhh, I'm out Beat Biters[Intro: Missy Elliott] She's a... Uh, uh... bitch Yo... I'ma tell y'all straight up and down It's like this fo'real, it's goin' down like this fo'real She's ahh... (Tell 'em) Bitch (Bitch) I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin' You know what I'm sayin'? I'm a bring it to y'all like this [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] By all means necessary You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby's daddy They say, "Oh Missy, you wack" but y'all not ready 'Cause I come back like a smack You hear my gats in yo back (Blat-blat-blat) Huh, like spaghetti Half of y'all MC's be stinkin' like boobetti So your record label cut you off like confetti Then you wanna call Missy and beg me, beg me (Who?) Ooh, beg me, beg me Dang, I'm very scary Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me Ooh, that's fine and dandy Hey daddy, daddy Why these chicken heads? Ooh, they be so petty Hey, nah, nah, nah, you best not test me I keep tellin' you nah, you never ready Nah, you never ready [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Get rowdy (Say what?) Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Ooh!) Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up Get rowdy (Get rowdy, baby) Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) Keep my high niggas 'round me Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it, baby, what? [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] In the club, I see niggas They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugars So I cut them short like some scissors They trying to take me home, they give me liquor You know who I am? I'm a bitch Do you know what I make? Filthy rich Do you know what this means? Gotta get I thought you was a freak, never that You see me on the road, when I stroll I float through the toll, like whoa (Beep beep) You just a silly ho, this I know You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (What?) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Get rowdy (Aha!) Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Say what!) Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up Get rowdy (Aha!) Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby, what! [Breakdown: Timbaland] Yo, this is Timbaland Callin' from the Matrix y'all And this how we do it Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Beat biter, dope style taker, originator Or just an imitator Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one to grade 'em Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em How dare you make 'em, just like we made 'em And I won't play 'em, and I won't say 'em Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Get rowdy (Aha!) Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up Get rowdy (Get rowdy!) Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby, what! [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] Now see this one right here (Ooh) This is for everybody (Ooh) This is for my people East (What, what?) (Ooh) East, West, South East (Ooh) West, South (Ooh) (Yo baby, talk to them) But you know what, before I get up on outta here (Ooh) I gotta say one thing to y'all beat biters (Ooh) It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (Ooh) You know what I'm sayin'? And I'm kinda sick of that (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky-boom, ficky-boom) That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky boom, ficky boom) That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky boom, ficky boom) That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky, boom ficky, boom) On everything, y'all gotta come up with Y'all own creativity, y'all own originality, y'all own style You know what I'm sayin' Heh, you gonna be left behind this time Aight, ain't no love lost All need you to do is stop beat bitin'! [Outro: Timbaland] That was Missy Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix You heard that Shh One Minute Man (Video Remix)[Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. [Missy] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night, for a long time So start countin' away [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no.. [Missy] Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes) Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, uhh, uhh It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin, so get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires [Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man [Trina] Uh, uh You know lil' mama ain't with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job Cause I'm looking for a man to make me say God (GOD!) I'm off glass and you know this I'll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can't beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? [Missy](Trina) Break me off, break-break me off Break-break me off Show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got Break-break me off, break-break me off Pump It Up[Intro: Missy Elliott, Nelly] Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire What you talkin' about, girl? Let's make it hot for the clubs Missy! Whooooo! (*"This is fire!" cut and scratched*) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!) Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh! Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck (Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?" Yeah I likes it rough, tough Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club Pack the place, don't push or shove Out of the club, straight to the crib I'll let you know if the sex was good [Hook - Missy Elliott] + {Timbaland} Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} C'mon [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE! Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?) See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup) Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!) Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!) Niggas we came to rock the club (C'mon!) DJs better Pump It Up Motherfuckers need to back it up Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club [Hook] (*beat stops, needle crackling*) [Missy] *talking* You know, Down South chicks got big asses And we a little heavy sometime, but when You're from the South, we don't call that "fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho (*scratching, beat starts again*) [Verse 3 - Nelly] Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick" You know, make you climb the walls and shit I make her wanna press pause and shit Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties They was doing that before I had them brandys I get a little freaky when I'm in my yammy I may act a little fresh but I still got manners It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor Both going down, there's just to many heaters Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time I ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin' Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me? You see I, still standin VI stackin' the ride with me You struggle to recoup I struggle on which Coup' to ride in [Missy] See how we be stylin'? [Hook] (*"This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade*) Hit ‘Em Wit’ Da Hee (Remix)[Intro: Lil Kim] Missy (B.I.G.), uhh (hah hah) yeah I like dat [Verse 1: Lil Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to tha B to tha double E spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop?, I deposit all on one drop (hah) Thank not, excuse me but uh I like to flow cause this Joint knocks harder then Indica and I be off the wall like The Lox Night box filled with Benjamins (woo) Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all you other rappers begin again Like Finnegan Christians repent then sin again (woo) Girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib-o-wit', get up in my linens and While 'Misdemeanor' hit notes like Sarafina I subpeona you to my funk room, see I hit you wit' da huhhh, she wit' you wit' da hee [Verse 2: Missy] You're not good enough to satisfy me (uh huh, can't satisfy me) Even with yo cars and all the fly whips, I won't trip (uhh) Cause I got many guys that wanna buy me (uh huh) French cuts for my wrists to keep me hooked smooth out and dip I keep hittin' [Chorus:] I hit 'em wit' da hee (I hit 'em wit' da hee) Hit 'em wit' da hee, hey yeah I hit 'em wit' da haa This ones for you and me (Uh-huh) This for you and me Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) Yeah-hah-ah yeah yeah yeah [Verse 3: Missy] Just cause you cash a check and put it in the bank (uh-huh) That don't make me want to go out And sleep with you (nah, nah, nah) I got my own ride and gas in the tank, uh-huh Thanks, but no thanks, I won't be needin' you I hit 'em wit' da (I hit em wit' da, ugh) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I hit 'em wit' da hee (I hit 'em wit' da hee) Hit em wit da, yeah yeah Hit 'em wit' da hee I hit 'em wit' da haa This ones for you and me (For you and me, for you and me) This for you and me Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) [Verse 4: Mocha] Uh, yo, uh, yo, it be me, M-O, on the M-I-C (Uh-huh) Reppin' N.Y.C. (Yeah), the true V.I.P (Uh-huh) And I can't see nobody who can come this real (Uh-huh) Get it done this real (Mhm), gettin' love this real (Ooh) And niggas love this feel, gimme a Dutch to peel Mocha (Uh-huh) takin' over, 'cause I'm so ill (Ooh) Y'all used to talkin' shit, now they witnessin' it (Now, uh-huh) And while I'm spittin' like this, check what I'm hittin' 'em wit' (Ugh) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Hee, (Uh-huh) haa (Hee) Hee, (Uh-huh) haa (Hee) Hee (Uh-huh), haa Hit 'em wit' da tha hee, hit 'em wit' da hee-e-e, yeah yeah Hee, haa (Hee, uh-huh) Hee, haa Hee, haa (Hee-ee-ee) Hee-ee-ee [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I hit 'em wit' da hee (Say what, hit me more time) [Hit 'em wit' da hee] I hit 'em wit' da haa (This for you and me) [This one's for you and me] (This for you and me, this for you and me) This for you and me Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) [Beat Changes] [Interlude: Timbaland] Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, uh huh uh uh Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet Sometimes I won't, wha uh huh Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, uh uh uh uh Sometimes we make you move ya feet Sometimes we don't (yo yo yo yo) Misdemeanor [Verse 5: Missy Elliott] I'm comin' around the corner corner You think you tough, well let me see what you wanna wanna Cause on the mic I get it hot like Daytona, don't I? I get the party jumpin' from 5 in the mornin' You wanna bumble wit' da Bee then let me see call her You wanna be a big balla, big spendaholic I get the feeling that you tryin' to impress me One two one three, hit you wit' da hee Hee hee hee hee hee hee [Outro: Timbaland] Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, wha uh huh Sometimes we feel like movin' my feet Sometimes we won't, uh uh uh uh Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, uh uh uh uh Sometimes we make you move ya feet Sometimes we won't wha Uh huh, yeah uh huh Slap! Slap! Slap![Intro: Missy Elliott] Something you can dance to Ooh, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Me and my clique Run through the gutters, breakin' down shutters As the beats go, dun-dun-dun-dutta Ain't nothing better than these flavor buttas It's like freakin' with your lovers tryna bust his rubba' Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so clever? Y'all whack MC's, y'all never, never Talkin' hard as a cock but as light as a feather Y'all suspect hoes, y'all suspect hoes Takin' off y'all clothes, y'all reject hoes Y'all feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Slap, slap, slap Right across your melon, easy Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Y'all little (Uh-huh) Tryna act bigger, don't you get the picture? (Uh-huh) Every freakin' year I come with something sicker (Sicker) Fans takin' flicks, wanna get my picture (Uh-huh) Freaks only speak, "Do you know Jigga?" (Uh-huh) Strange mother****** tryna be my nigga (Uh-huh) Turned your man to an ass-licker (Uh) Cheatin' ass men, these cheatin' ass men (Uh) Time to stop gamin' and stay the fuck in (Uh) You feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em [Chorus: Da Brat, Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Smack, smack, smack Right across your melon, pronto Huh, I said, smack, smack, smack Right across your melon, pronto (Uh) [Verse 3: Da Brat] You don't wanna get smacked right quick Wit' a upper cut, tight fist I don't give a fuck if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid when I hop on the dick Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coupe What I'm s'posed to do? Starve for you This ain't sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you That's impossible I make the rules I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada too Fuck with me, you lose Step to me and get bruised Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm bitchy? Roll a fat blunt wit' Missy in the front wit' me Tim' hit me, ow, with the bang to the boogie the beat Burnin' 'em wit the heat It don't concern me, when niggas talk shit They just wanna learn me When they see me, I permanently damage they shit internally And slap, slap, slap 'em right across the melon (Haha) [Chorus: Timbaland] Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy (Easy) [Verse 4: Ms. Jade] I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G I don't need you niggas help, shit, I write my own Gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone Picture this shit, me, Missy and Timbaland Was 'bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran Oh shit, it's gettin kinda hot in here Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the shit out of Clyde 'cause Bonnie should've paid me Get old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil' boys for they dough on prom night 'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket Smack, smack, smack All up in your noggin, early I said, smack, smack, smack All up in your noggin [Chorus: Timbaland] Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris) (Hyped Up radio)[People in background chatting] Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got missy Elliott coming through Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfuckers you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Motherfuckers adios amigos Half half pose pose I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I be drivin I'm glad and I'm stylin These motherfuckers ask did ya see it I'm gripping these curves Skerrrt, did ya heard I lovas my feathers, my furs Ahh I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who ya tryin'a fuck now? Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack ya ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound Right, left Izzy kizzy looky here [Chorus] [Missy] Ahhhhhhh Sucka MC know I'm stupid fresh Get 10 percent dis knock the hair off ya chest Couple bottles of hypnotic just to wet down my tongue And say wip wip wack what cha playin me huh? [Eve] Me and Missy ballin up the avenue Funky fresh dress to impress we mackin dues Music bizz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walkin, stackin rules [Missy] People keep brawlin the streets is callin Drink till im nice and ah ah ah on an [Eve] Im bad luck ya'll made cause ya'll suck Please do not try to fuck with this young buck [Missy] Please don't make us tell you how much you suck Sissy (funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party) [Ludacris] Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lift a hand So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Stepped out the swamp With ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud like Timmy Uh had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap get my head sucked right Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Hard to the core Core to the right You drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton [Chorus] [People in the background chatting] Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy [Missy] Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! Don’t Be Commin’ (In My Face)[Intro] VA, yeah, New York, Atlanta, DC LA, New Jersey, Philly, say what, say what [Verse 1] You never know a good thing 'til I'm gone And you'll be spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seeing me around your way, no no And if you don't get it together, baby, I can't stay [Chorus] Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do, make me not love you So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me [Verse 2] You never know I'm for real until I leave, uh huh And when I pack up my clothes, don't be calling me You won't be seeing me anymore, no no 'Cause when I'm long, long gone, I won't be back in this door [Chorus] Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do, make me not love you So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me [Verse 3] To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellas Shake em off like Jello, uh-huh To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellas Shake em off like Jello, uh-huh [Chorus] Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do, make me not love you So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me [Verse 4] I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper 'Til you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, shut up Don't say a word, yep, I got the word Yeah, I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door about 44 You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave, you can leave out the back door [Outro] Fucker, stupid niggas Always think they can play somebody Y'all know who y'all are Tryna run about 3, 4, 5 women at one time Then you wanna come back all in our faces And tellin' me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man, fuck you Alright, I'm out Baby Girl Interlude/Intro[Baby Girl Interlude: Missy] Ay yo Mary, I need you to vibe with me on this one Uh Uh Check it [Verse 1: Missy (Mary)] As I grab my pad and pen and begin to talk from within Oh God, my eyes, they water like a preacher who sin I'm only human but The world has put me on a platform Since the day I was born to only wait for my downfall But like a brick wall I'm too hard to break Okay I do make mistakes but I'm the realest from the fake That's why I'm the hardest to hate Aaliyah, baby girl, I've learned to love those while they're still awake Sleep, sleep And prepare a place for those who are good In the projects and hood, gifted or misunderstood I know Lisa, Pac and Biggie and Jay and Pun are still number one There will be more of us to come (ohh) I am a leader, a teacher, a guider (ooh) Like a single parent provider (ooh) Putting back those hip-hop dividers Like a priest with a back slider I've sinned but I win And anyone we've lost in life from nine-eleven We'll be sure to see again (ooh, hoo) [Chorus: Mary] What you hear is not a test (ooh) I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat) See me and my crew and my friends (And) We're gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around) See I am Mary Blige (Yes I am) And I'd like to say hello (Thank you for inviting me) To the black to the white, the red and the brown The purple and yellow (Everybody) But first you gotta, but first you gotta [Intro Outro: Missy] Yo, I don't wait for the DJ's to drop bombs on my records I drop 'em on my own shit Irresistible Delicious[Intro: Slick Rick] It's entertainment time!!!! Whoo Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house We doin big things here kids Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M [Scratched] Slick Rick an' M Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy [Scratched] Slick Rick an' M [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude And treat me like a prostitute Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me Cruise up and down one-two-fifth Lookin for a guy like you to get with {​*beat changes*}​ I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him Might as well try him, the freak that I am M dot S-E always grindin' [Hook: Missy Elliot & Slick Rick] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) But boy you are supa fine (Thank you, Missy) Irresistible delicious (Ooh, ha!) Enough to make me lose my mind (Lose my mind) Know I really want it (Slick, Slick, Slick Rick and M) Know I want it, yeah Don't make me wait so long Oh, don't make me wait so long No longer will I pretend (No) (Missy, Slick Rick in the house) Let's get it on cause we both grown [Verse 2: Slick Rick] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah {​*beat changes back*}​ Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss! Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said You know I'm married? -- Yeah and what's that supposed to mean? -- Proposition for you Ruler Proceed on -- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on -- You with it? Down to bless one and I left one The Hit Factory, later on around eleven With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim -- Have a drink The booze and the karmy go oddly After havin a drink I start to feel unusually horny Swellin stone, or well writ poems Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones {​*beat changes*}​ [Hook: Missy Elliot & Slick Rick] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) (Slick Rick's in the house) But boy you are supa fine (Thank you, Missy) Irresistible delicious (Ooh, ha) (Slick Rick's in the house) Enough to make me lose my mind (Lose my mind) Know I really want it Know I want it, yeah Don't make me wait so long Oh, don't make me wait so long No longer will I pretend (No) (Rest of the females) Let's get it on cause we both grown (Recognise, recognise) {​*beat changes back*}​ [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him Nice shoe size, how could I deny him Big bankroll to help me retire Me and him together smell like big empire Don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute But don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute [Hook/Outro: Missy Elliot] Please don't think I'm crazy [Scratched] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) [Scratched] But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) [Scratched] Fi-fi-fine [Beat slows and fades out] Checkin’ for You (Interlude)[Intro: Lil' Kim] See, it's two type of bitches in the world You got a broke bitch, you got a rich bitch That would explain what I am and what my girl Missy is We the rich motherfuckin' bi-o-tches! That's right And then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary You know what I'm saying? But ya'll know what the fuck I mean, heh I'm the Queen Bitch, that's right motherfucker, what? Ya'll gotta problem wit' it, come see me A motherfucker ain't taking my title Or my girl Missy title, or my girl Mary title What, that's right See, only bitches like us is allowed to play a game a chess You see, a real queen needs a king You damn motherfuckin' right I don't want no nigga laying up under me That I can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self So when ya'll see me in the street This is what I want ya'll to do: Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now Say "She's a bitch!" [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor (Say what?) He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on I see him talkin' to his boy on his cellular phone I looked at him and all he could say was "Damn, baby, bring it on" I talk shit, but I come though like a storm (Say what?) I keep my piece so sweet, yeah, nice and warm And all he could feel was this "Love, baby" [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house, then turn him out He ain't checkin' for you I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house, then turn him out He ain't checkin' for you Gettaway[Intro] Uhh Uh huh Uhh Uh huh [Verse 1: Nicole Wray] Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastise, but can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um, I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine inferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camouflage Remove your mask Let down your visage, but don't slip up 'Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world Fuck it G-S-E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virginia bitch galactic, what the fuck [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke la la Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of Rémy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we speak Chinese Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Verse 3: Space Nine] We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but ain't even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over-tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatose like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televise from satellite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (Everyday, yeah yeah) Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ay yo, I'm kinda scared to do this 'Cause Jimmy tryna scare me saying I'mma give away my publishing But um, it don't matter 'Cause I write my own shit, do my own shit Sing my own shit Shit be a hit Shit be a hit [Outro: Missy Elliott] My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long (Rewind) My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long Lemme listen? Hot(Missy) This is an old school Missy exclusive [Verse 1] Look! I ain't on no ra-ra shit You dont wanna test how far Miss get Me and Timothy cars got kits But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit Everyone tryna be that bitch But there can only be one bitch make hits I know I must make y'all sick Cuz after I spit, you beg to quit I used to drive a six And then I bought a Murciélago to sit On the plush leather seats, forget Am I on my own clit? Yes I must admit And my ass is it Misdemeanor have you seen her? I'm the best it get And those who try to test this chick Where they at right now? In peace resting in [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke nigga that's for sure I know you broke, just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke liar that's for sure [Verse 2] Yeah boo you know you a joke Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro Act like you down with so and so Ya whack on wax, bows I came to throw I might just let you mop my flow For my autograph take this flick to go (CHEESE) Miss don't say no mo' Cuz you know what I do And you know what I know And I don't think so You don't wanna lose a arm or elbow If ya broke then just say so Cuz the Bentley that you renting Yo it's got to go Back to the black man store Along with ya weave cop a new afro Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low But if you try to test me I just check ya slow (Chorus) If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke nigga that's for sure I know you broke, just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke liar that's for sure [Verse 3] In old school we used to call out names But I ain't tryin' to give ya no fame My credit card gonna bring ya pain To know ya account just hold change No need to wreck ya brains Trying to see who Missy gon' slain I roll solo not with a gang I don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain Don't let me say it again I don't carry guns kick ass with a chain (WHASSSSA) Like a Chinese man Reverse it (ti esrever) Know what I'm saying (Chorus) If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke nigga that's for sure I know you broke, just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke liar that's for sure Keep it Movin[Intro: Missy Elliott, Elephant Man (Missy)] Eh yo Timb, you know Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze They should be so hot they be keepin us workin yah feel me But but that nigga R. Kelly He got one of the illest lines when he say "Is anybody feelin freaky" Man up...yep, good to go Ele-phant Man and Missy Elliott (yeah) Ladies keep it movin (uh) Gi dem di dance now (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) Buss di dance now (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) Missy, Elliot Ladies windin around Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it (Whoo, come on) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When you hear the song, role down yah window Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump Take a walk in the club, thats how I roll You look so so down, so so so so Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what I mean Its about that time, what time would that be? Wind yah waist line to the base line Slow it down now get the beat right [Hook] Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] If you know you look good, say so say so And you dont give a [ding], hell no hell no Put yah hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up Baby bounce baby bounce, get low get low 2 shots in yah club, yep just whats up Get Timb to fill it up, yep just whats up Its about that time, what time would that be Wind yah waist line to the base line Slow it down now get the beat right [Hook] Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) [Verse 3: Elephant Man] Keep it movin love the way yah body groovin Watch yah groovin, perspire sweat you losin Put yah shoes in, dis ya dance a keep you movin Its soodin, like dis yah ina di humma crusin Take! di! dance! floor!, stop pretend like you nu hear Mi see booty hear booty there booty shakin everywhere Ina di club, ina di bar, ina di pool, ina di square At di afta party mi see shakin booty i'll be der Make! way!, move!, when big mamma appear Just a back it up cock it up jock it up like she nuh care Sai she was one a di chear leada fi Chigaco here Everyting a dissappear when she appear Come on [Hook] Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) [Elephant Man] Go to the Floor[Intro] Hard-working The star of the show Misdemeanor here Hard-working The star of the show Mr. Mos' on the beats Hard-working The star of the show 2000 eternity! Hard-working The star of the show I'm, the star of the show Let the show begin [*Beat changes] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive SET IT OFF! (set it off) [Missy] Mama say, mama sah, mama can you do this Talkin' like you baddest when you just new to this Everytime I come out yall be like 'who dat is' Be more like Ashanti and be unfoolish You don't really want to bring it with me You wear Dada, I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against your Benzi Dirty diamonds in your ring, see mine's cling cling cling Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-da-ding-ding I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee Spiked up my hair to look like Don King Haters keep on hatin cause them don't worry we Them don't worry we or me and Timothy In my SE slim down my bodee-ee-ee Bang bang to the boogey, oohhweee Playa keep on playin watch me do my duty [Hook] Go to the floor (And tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (Then what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down Down to the beat (whoooooooop!) Stand on the chairs (And dance like who) Dance like the freaks (And what you came to do) I came to shake, shake my booty down Light the party [Missy] I'm underrated, glad I made it Independent operated I never hesitated Haters keep me motivated The beat is penetrated, I'll let Timmy regulate it And we laid it in the shaded drink a glass of lemonaded Damn I'm faded, ain't no other way to say it Ain't that complicated Ain't no other chicks gon' ever make me feel invaded I keep droppin' hits like water breakin' two centimetres And I'm dialatin', radio patient (Awwwwwhhh), (come on) check my translation From my observation, my fans is real patient They don't wanna hear the lies so stop fakin' Ya greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin' If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin' I hope ya did some prayin cause when I come swayin Pop-she-pop-pop-pop, yeeeeaaaaaahhhhh Sometimes I flow, sometimes quick You was on the verge of kissin ass so slick I be on the verge of makin' hits after hits This the kinda shit that tell ya mami don't forget [Hook] Everybody, move your body Now do it Here is something that's gonna make you move and groove Hey DJ keep playin that song all night On and on and on (on and on and on) [Missy] Now is the niggas over there Cuz the bitches right here Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah All night long I hope you all came prepared It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere Awwwwhhh yeeeaaahh, oohhhhhwwwweeee And will the guy with the cash choose me Awwwhhh yeeeahhh, baby I got a man I ain't seen lately Go to the floor! [Hook] One Minute Man[Intro: Missy Elliott] Don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Boy, I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention tonight (Shut up) Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night (All night), for a long time, so start countin' away [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no— [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to comе prepared, oh, yeah (Oh, yеs) Boy, it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man and that's real, give it to me some more [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Ludacris] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no— (Yeah, uh, uh) [Verse 3: Ludacris] It's time to set your clock back 'bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris, the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute fools, you wonder why y'all missin' On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close, but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin', so get your head right It's all in your mind, punk, so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin' women seein' stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin', countin' sheep and shit They so wet that they body start to leak and shit Just 'cause I'm a all-nighter, shoot all fire Ludacris, balance and rotate all tires [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Outro: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Br— Br— Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Br— Br— Break me off, break— break me off, break— break me off Show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Br— Br— Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, break— break me off Get Ur Freak On (Remix)[Missy] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me Give me some new shit Give me some new shit Give me some new shit Give me some new shit [Missy] Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest round I told y'all mother (uh), y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now, I'm lastin' twenty rounds And if you want me (nigga) then come on get me now (yes) Is you wit me now (yes), then biggie biggie bounce (yes) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style Holla, holla, people sing around (yes) Now people gather round (yes), now people jump around [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on [Missy] Is that yo chick, people you don't know Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago What the dealio, now what the drilly-o (yes) If you wanna battle me then (nigga) let me know (yes) Holla, holla, got to feel it son Let me throw you some *indian voice* (yes) People here I come (yes) now sweat me when I'm done (yes) We got the radio shook like we got a gun [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on [Twista] Why, Twista put the ? down to that Missy sound Blow your mind with a ? flow like fifty pounds Now come and see me fly when you see me high Jam right like love on the dizzone, G-C-I In the C-H-I city rollin' on dubs Get it right, used to number roll on 22's to the club, drama If you step to the T cause I'm not the one Let the pimp bust ya like Chris Tucker, I kill people for fun Get your master on, get your gloves on Get your heat on, then get your creep on Get your lick on, then put your peeps on Y'all get your bong on, then you can get your freak on Come and kick it with the brother with the sticky Take a hit and when I feel it on a fifty Gotta get up in the party and a sippin' on Bacardi And we hit 'em wit a little bit of Remi Feelin' when you roll with the alcoholics All the other motherfuckers wanna call us Hit a rhythm when I read up in the city In the ghetto with the murderers and the legit ballers All of my hustlers get down, all the fine ladies stay loose P-I platinum ?, at the bar sippin' grape juice Call the yay and rolly, strapped to most of my homies No Crystalle, off poppin' Dom P's and multiple Moey's Jab and bust at them phoneys, quick to work you, hurt you Right now we ain't know that cause I got purple in my circle Hundred dollar pillows, legit baller's kilos Take a ? pull the fillos, but first where the cigarillos Get your master on, get your gloves on Get your heat on, get your creep on Get your lick on, then put your peeps on Y'all get your bong on, then you can get your freak on [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on [Missy] Quiet! Ssh, hush your mouth Silence when I spit it out *Spit* in your face Open your mouth, give you a taste Holla, holla, ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so don't copy me Y'all do it, sloppily And y'all can't come close to me (yes) I know you feel me now (yes) I know you hear me loud (yes) I scream it loud & proud (yes) Missy gon' blow it down (yes) People gon' play me now (yes) in and outta town (yes) Cause I'm the best around (yes) with that crazy style [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Itch nee, san chi Intro/Go To The Floor[Intro] Yeah, what's the deal ya'll this Missy Elliott Givin' ya'll magazine writers, radio cats, listers or plain ol' haters A small piece a my album which is titled Under Construction Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress I'm working on myself You know uh, every since Aaliyah passed I view life in a uh, more valuable way Looking at hate and anger and gossip or Just plain ol' bullshit became ignorant to me When you realize in a blink of a eye You walking down a church aisle And that was meant for weddings and happiness And realize the same church aisles are used To view a loved one for the last time From the world trade families the Left Eye family, Big Pun family You know Biggie family, Pac family to the hip hop family We all under construction tryin to rebuild you know ourselves Hip hop done gained respect from you know... Not even respect from but just like rock and roll And it took us a lot of hard work to get here So all that hate and animosity between folks ya need ta kill it Wit a skillet You don't see Bill Gates and Donald trump Arguing wit each other 'cuz both of them got paper And the they got better shit to do: get mo' paper So all I'm sayin' is, let's take hip hop back to the rope follow me (Hard working, the star of the show) Misdemeanor here! (Hard working, the star of the show) Mr. Mos' on the beats! (Hard working, the star of the show) 2000 Eternity!!! (Hard working, the star of the show) I'm the star of the show, let the show begin [Go to the Floor] This is a Missy Elliott Exclusive (Set it off) Momma say, momma sah, momma can you do this? Talkin' like you baddest when you just know dat is Every time I come out ya'll be like who dat is Be like more like Ashanti and be unfoolish You don't really want to break it wit me You wear Gata I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against you Benzi Dirty diamonds and your ring see mine like cling cling cling Ding ding ding ding ding ding da ding ding I used to get so high they call me Ming Lee Spiked up my hair done like Don King Haters keep on hatin' 'cause dem don't worry we Dem don't worry we or me and Timothy M I S E slimed out my bodee-ee-ee Bang bang to the boogie ooh, wee Playa keep on playin' watch me do my duty [Chorus] Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon'do) I came to shake, shake my booty down down to the beat Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?) I came to shake shake my booty down, hype the party (Set it off) [Verse 2] I'm underrated, glad I made it, independent operated I never hesitated, haters keep me motivated The beat is penetrated I'll let Timmy regulate it And we laid it in the shade and drink a glass of lemonade n Damn I'm faded! Ain't no other way to say it ain't that complicated Ain't no other chicks gon' ever make me feel like invaded I keep droppin' hits like water breakin' Two centimeters and I'm dialatin' Radio impatient, pause, come on, check my translation From my observation my fans is real patient They don't wanna hear the lies so stop fakin' You're greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin' If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin' I hope you did some prayin' 'cause when I come swayin' Pop shu pop, pop, pop, yeah Sometimes I flow sometimes quick You was on the verge of kissin' ass so slick I'd be on the verge or makin' hits after hits This the kind of shit that tell yo mammy don't forget [Chorus] Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon'do) I came to shake, shake my booty down down to the beat Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?) I came to shake shake my booty down, hype the party (Ohh) [Bridge/Verse 3] Everybody, move your body now do it Here's somethin' that's gonna make you move and goove (New Missy Elliott y'all!) Hey DJ keep playin' that song all night, on and on and on Is the niggas over there, bitches rightchea Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea jeyah All night long I hope you all came prepared It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere Oh yeah, oh, ooh wee And will the guy the cash choose me? (Oh yeah!) Baby, I got a man I ain't seen lately (Go down to the floor) [Chorus] Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon'do) I came to shake, shake my booty down down to the beat Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?) I came to shake shake my booty down, hype the party Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix)[Missy] When I rock up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Y'all job just hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Y'all suckers adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy kizzy izzy oh I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee [Missy] When I pull up in my whip Y'all be like who that is I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm sliding Y'all keep talking bout there she is I'm gripping these curbs Skurr, did ya heard I love em, my feathers, my furs, ah I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drum bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzy kizzy looky here I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week [Ludacris] Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD, then he hit the block 50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Stepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live LOUD like Timmy Uh, had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight I'm hard to the core, core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Scream a.k.a. Itchin’[Intro: Missy] Music [Verse 1: Missy] I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky, call me Madonna Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah Make him sing high sopran-ah, ah Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky Baby, what you gon' get me is some rings for my lil' pinkie Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside Make me all weak and tired, mhm [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy] You got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to [Verse 2: Missy] He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico Freakin' up in the Nico, my ego got really negro Throw the heat, go easy though, though I'm like dice in cee-lo Makin' heads scream and moan, send 'em back home Boy, is really worth it just to get dirty dirty? Give me the liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry Yeah, money will multiply, 'fore you come up inside Get me all weak and tired, mhm [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy] You got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to [Bridge: Missy] He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me A new six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari Shit, what a deal, word up, how much it cost now? Shit, what the deal, word up, how much it cost? Play your position, listen, where is your pot to piss in? 'Fore we start really kissin', hot as a freaky kitchen Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now? Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now? [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy] You got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to Smooth Chick[Intro] Party Time (Uh uh) Uh (Say what?) Uh huh (Yo) Uh (Say what) Uh huh, uh huh Uh Uh (What) Uh huh (One more) Uh (Yo, yo bring it to me) [Verse 1] Come here baby, let me blow your mind (Uh huh) I'mma spit shine like turpentine (Uh) I love niggas, all different kinds (Uh huh) I'mma show you all how to work the spine (Uh) If you a playa then you sure ain't mine I'mma cut you off like circumcise (Uh) I'm a real chick and it no surprise (Uh) If you dialin' me then you must realize [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Uh) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Yo) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh) I'mma shake my ass down to the music [Verse 2] Come on baby let's do the bump (Do the bump) Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk Don't front, smoke a pound of funk Something real quick like uunh, uunh (Uh huh) Got tens in the back of the Jeep (Uh) If you got a friend and he all on me (Uh huh) Could it be he's a fan of me? Or could it be he see that I'm Missy? [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh huh) I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh huh) Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music (Uh) [Verse 3] Ay baby, why you trippin' for? (Say what?) Cause I'm on top and you're down below (Uh huh) You want me or you want my dough? (Uh) Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do' Ayo boo, I think you know (Say what?) That I got gats and they crack the floor (Uh) Missy take shit no more So all that talk is a no, no, no [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Say what?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Say what?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Where you at nigga?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh) Shake my ass down to the music (Say what?) I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Yo) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Music [Break] [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Say what?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music (Where you at?) I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Say what?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Where you at nigga?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh) Shake my ass down to the music (Say what?) I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Yo) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Music [Outro] Yo, Misdemeanor, uh Timothy, uh Kimberley uh Motherfucker now, uh Ginuwine, uh Maganoo, uh Drop, play it One two, motherfucker Can’t Stop[Missy Elliott] Rich Nice WOO! C'mon SICK! Uh-huh YES! WOO! HOLLA! I be thinkin 'bout that big cock The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow You used to do it 'til my back felt broke You used to say give it to me - I'd say no You used to talk that kinky shit up in my ears And you would buy me pink pretty under-wears And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice And you would make me feel like making love twice What I'm saying you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck Nine to five, do it live, show enough I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good I like it cause you raised in the hood Uh , you put your back into it I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it You cute, you fine, you fire I'm the boss, do the job, you hired Heather Hunter must of got me inspired To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause [Chorus] I can't stop thinking 'bout you Or the way you do what you do With you I can not lose I put it down like some brand new shoes I can't stop thinking 'bout you The way you do what you do With you I can not lose Now let me put it down [scratched] I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good [scratched] I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good (YES!!) [scratched] I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good [Missy Elliott] He wan' take me to a hotel, see if it's good If the nigga smile, when I put it down He like OH YEAH Taste like apples and a bag of PEARS Right here, right there, everywhere To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair He like to hear me moan like MMM-YEAH Boy's in the zone and I don't care Sitting on his lap, pulling on my track He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back In fact no slack, damn he the mack He ain't got to work me like that [Chorus] [scratched repeatedly] I'm the boss [scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [Missy Elliott] What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck Nine to five, do it live, show enough I’m Not Perfect[Verse 1: Karen Clark Sheard] We've been through things Feels like we've been to hell and back And the ones you've lost I'd give my life if I could bring them back (Bring them back, I'd give my life) And your self esteem might be low from what people say (Keep holding on) Hold your head up high, I promise it's gonna be ok [Hook] I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect) So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you) I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together) So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together) I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah) And everybody needs some love [Verse 2: Dorinda Clark Cole] When you're feeling bad, some friends they can't be found (Look around, look around, be found) Cause some people love it just to see you when you're down But it's ok, pick yourself up, start over again (That's what you gotta do) If you try you will, you will succeed in the end (The end, I know you will, oh yeah) [Hook] I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect) So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you) I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together) So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together) I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah) And everybody needs some love [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Shake a hand, shake a hand y'all, come on (oh shake somebody's hand) To every woman, every man y'all, come on (oh, to every woman, every man) Tell a friend, tell a friend y'all (ooh, shake a hand with someone) 'Cause united we stand y'all (united we stand, divided we fall) [Hook] I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect) So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you) I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together) So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together) I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah) And everybody needs some love Partytime[Intro] What time is it? [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight [Verse 1] Check this out A lot of hip-hoppers, y'all just small talkers Y'all could risk getting cut off like some knickerboxers Y'all gone flop and y'all better off playin soccer Misdemeanor my demeanor be the club rocker My flow proper keep my goodies in a locker Not a artist shocker but I am a shot of vodka Private stalker number one game talker When I start it up, there will be not one stopper Fuck around and get your dome cracked like a cracker Matter fact I'll break your bones like a chiropractor Never slack up I rack up and leave you fractured On the curb wicky word wicky leave you fractured Haters all in my face can you please back up Hater smilin in my face you need to be an actor Beat jacker call for backup 'Cause I smick smick smack ya now tell me who's badder [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Say What!) Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (What Time Is It!) Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (True Indeed!) Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Holla!) [Verse 2] Check it Most individuals swear they invisible Guys think I'm more important than the Superbowl Rhymin is a ritual now pay me my residual 'Cause everyday and all day you hear me on your stereo I'm in the centerfold I make guys lose control In the studio I'm droppin hits from my booty hole Ya F'in mulio, y'all don't want to test me yo 'Cause when I'm done ya hair look like Coolio Now please cool it Joe, Misdemeanor real pro Ficky ficky real pro wit a ficky ill flow I kick down doors and I rock many shows I put a tag on your toe and call you John Doe Missy be the name and M.E. is my initials Forget about it like the world forgot Sisqo Take it to the club pop lock it to the disco Think you ought to know that it's bout to get physical [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight [Verse 3] I don't care 'cause me do not fear Boom ti boom ri straight to ya ear Best beware when you come around here Don't you dare come unprepared Misdemeanor watch dem suckerz sleep sleep Got dem keys to the jeep beep beep Misdemeanor put it pon ya leak Ride the beat on the 1 2 treat [BLAH] [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Dats What I’m Talkin’ Bout[Missy] Uhhhh Ahhhh! Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin? It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa) Well let me take you there Are you ready, boy? Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!) Now there will be some heat and some friction Don't get alarmed cause I'll put ice just to chill the night (I'm just being polite) And I want to see if you're into it Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhhhh!) With you I might wanna spend my life [Chorus 1] You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat-dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talkin' bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talking bout.. ALRIGHT! [R. Kelly] Now all I wanna do is, baby Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like (AAHHHHH!) Bet your bottam dollar Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea) Well, one hit of this sex weed Guaranteed to get you high Like a mutha for ya (No, baby) You won't even know what day it is Cause after I come from downtown Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea Until you tell me R Kells please stop Put it like this It's like fresh up out the kitchen The way I got your oven so hot, mama I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up And down like this And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp [Chorus 2] You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat-dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talking bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talking bout [BRIDGE: Missy] Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea Cause.. Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea (R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard) ALRIGHT! Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle You sho nuff the dizzle And that's on the rizzle, ooooo Boy, you feel me sizzle (Boy you feel me sizzle) So sweet helped me do almost anything [Chorus 2] w/ad-libs [MUSIC FADES] Mr. D.J.[Intro: Lady Saw & (Timbaland)] It's all about (Yo) Lady Saw and Missy (Can you feel me?) An the next thing is about (Yo) The big Bashment party (Can you feel me, what?) I'm feelin' you Timbaland, I'm feelin' you (Yo) Yo! (Can you feel me, what?) And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, ay! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] There's the party I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alizé As I hear the record spin it seems to take over me So I move side to side and it's something inside that controls me As I walk to the D.J. and I say [Chorus: Missy Elliott] "Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you..." [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] You say you're a baller 'Cause you up in the club, fakin' like you got dough With your dollars To my people, spend they money, let me hear you holler We're gon' party like no other party, don't stop 'til the morning But before I go, this is what I say [Chorus: Missy Elliott] "Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you..." [Break: Timbaland distorted] M-I-S-S-Y Y-S-S-I-M, M-I-S-S-Y M-I-S-S-Y Y-S-S-I-M [Verse 3: Lady Saw] Yo, Mr. D.J., play that one more time So me and Missy Elliott can move we waistline, yo Tell the guy don't come waste we time 'Cause we under the ganja plus the red wine, yo There's a party over here so say it's phat, ya know Let go me hand so me can look for man, ya now You see me face and me know that me red, ya know Buy all the bar 'cause me friend them rich, ya know Know, know, uh, what me say? Yo, yo We'll be dancin' until tomorrow No other party is slammin' you wan go Sweatin' and wettin' like me in a mi sauna Fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo Bo, bo, uh, what me say, me say, yo Tell the D.J. fi play an no batta stop Spin it again rewind from the top Misdemeanor, the Saw, plus the Elliott When we drop ya da'no that's uh road Block, block, block, ya can't block Road block, block, a road block Ya da'no it's all about Missy Elliott Ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, seen? It's a party, and ya da'no it's all about weight, ya! Ay, cut! [Instrumental Outro] Click Clack[Missy Elliott] When I walk up in the club, they be pushin Misdemeanor got that ice to keep them lookin Crop top, drop top on my Phantom man They trippin and them haters just pussies Feelin on me, feelin on me like a porn star I drive fast car, still shave my cho-cha Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beams mean Ching-a-ling, bling-bling, my money real green [Chorus] Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back So step back, playa betta fall back Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back I fall down, get up, then I gotta dust it off Say you dust it off?! Yeah I quickly dust it off I'm off the walls, I do brawls I don't stall, yes it's on Said it strong, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones 3-0-5 2-1-2 8-0-4 is my cell Yall must dumb as hell If you think that is my cell Hotel, motel, holiday don't play Around the way, O.J.,yeah, I'm so icey What them haters say, Misdemeanor okay Call me 4 play, position more than 40 ways Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day Stingray, Sugar Ray Knuckles all up in your face [Chorus] Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back So step back, playa betta fall back Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back I blocka-blocka, straight jocka Matter fact, the face snappa Money stacka, no slacka Hit record, gun strappa I hit-hit, hear my click-click Two snaps, you hit Then I click-click I make cash, pay them bills I pay them bills to buy new wheels I wear high hills, I touch and feel Catch me in your mans grill My record deal, my movie deal Is super sick-sick, I click-click And if you doubt me I'll click-click Smack dem boi's, I will destroy Hit-hit, straight down and spilt-spilt ya boi I kick-kick like karate flicks-flicks Ya get ya ass bit, don't make me have click [Chorus] Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back So step back, playa betta fall back Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back Gossip Folks (Mousse T’s Original Alternative)(People) Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way (Missy Elliott) When I walk up in the place I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Motherfuckers adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy kizzy izzy oh [Chorus] Millze gillzers sillzsomebillzody pillzays dizzuble dizzutch Whozzo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay Izzall rizzight Izzo kizzay Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wellzee willzill zillsee Did you know About the Gossip Folk That did the oakey-doak And Missy had to smoke Them cos she's dope... Super dope... And she is fly... So super fly... (Missy Elliott) When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs Skurr, did ya heard I love em, my feathers, my furs I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drum bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound Right, left Izzy kizzy looky here [Chorus] (Missy Elliott) I don't go out my house shorty You just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy Sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio (Ludacris) Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Steeped out the swamp With ten and a half gators All around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud like Timmy Uh, had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton [Chorus] (People) Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson (no) You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Hiiiii Misssy (Missy Elliott) Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cos Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! Ain’t That Funny(Intro: Missy) This is another Missy Elliot exclusive [Verse 1: Missy] I remember when yo ass was broke, so in love wit me You were always at home, always talkin bout "loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme" And then ya got doe, and decide ya wanna leave Gotta few chicks checkin for ya now, huh, you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) [Chorus] When ya man gets money I bet you can't find him But when he come home beggin You can't deny him Where he at when you need him? (he's out lookin cute) But when he need a few dollers He know who to run to [Verse 2] We would go out, I had to pay for everything I never had to worry about you fuckin 'round You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, No one above ya" Then I bought you clothes, I made ya look like a king Then the girls started flirtin wit ya ass, huh, and you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) [Chorus] [Hook] I'll be the one you runnin to When yo pockets is low And you outta cash flow And the chicks don't want you no mo' (Beat comes back in) Be the one you runnin to When you got no mo' gas In those buses, catchin cabs And the chicks don't see you no mo' [Chorus] ...So Addictive[Missy & Tweet] I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin' on the radio, oh (Oh) So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before (Shit you never heard before, oh) It's like drinkin' liquor or weed or X, whatever does you the best My beats are so (So) addictive Come on, get krunk with me See if you're ridin' down the street And you're 'bout to roll that shit up You don't need drugs or weed Oh nah, you ain't smokin' that stank shit up in my car Get your feet off my dashboard Come on, get krunk with me Oh yeah, you wanna get krunk though? Well, pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me (My album is so addictive) 'Cause my album is so addictive Man, bump this ballad shit We Run This (Stick It edit)Sick tape, volume two! Believe it! Hoh! Hoh! Let me switch up the game On the flo' I fall back Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep then I sleep So sweep cross the floor Like a broom with my feet You don't want me have to show ya How I hop on the beam, flip it over What up? I'm tore up, sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (Misdemeanor take it off) Tipsy and I feel good (Feel good) Stop a track put on your woods Into it, I do it, I dud it If you really, really want it Then playas stop frontin' (Stop frontin') Hey boy you know I'm your type (Your type) 5'2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My word is my word and I came to serve Cause we what? We run this What? We run this What? We run this Oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you from it's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak don't tip your hat baby East coast, west coast Down south, represent your coast, c'mon Yeah we run this, and yeah we run this Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it Oh, we run this here We run this here Wanna pull my hair? Break my back? For the right money we gonna do it like that Back to back, I can't even keep track We gon' show you how to pick a few stacks Look at dis girl, does she look good? You can look baby boy, but please don't touch Look at how you makin' me blush I'm enough to go around, so people don't push Wanna see my goods? Oh hush Party people look in the club See my diamonds they shine like glittas So many karats they look like crittas And we gon' party all night With a flashlight wave your hands like a kite I like to keep the people hype Somebody here, can you hand me my mic? Cause we what? We run this What? We run this What? We run this Oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you from, it's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak don't tip your hat baby East coast, west coast Down south, represent your coast Yeah we run this, and yeah we run this Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it Oh, we run this here We run this here Is my ladies in the place y'all? (Oh yeah) Is my fellas in the place y'all? (Oh yeah) Oh get your back up off the wall (Oh yeah) Cause we fin to blow the roof off (Oh yeah) And watch me Bogart, get on the ground Do a one two start, do it with my squad Cause we rollin' it hard, and it's for all o' y'all And this is how we ball, cause we some superstars Say oh yeah, hands in the air Like oh yeah, cause we don't care If you wear fake hair and you got fake nails Ladies where you at? Right here! We run this We run this We run this Let it roll We run this 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix)[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, yo get it right [Verse 1] The party's jumping I see something fine Boy I wanna kiss you But I'm just too shy Let me dance with you Let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice Let's go X it out The music's banging Way down in my soul When you dance behind me I lose all control Make me grind my hips Make me move my waist When the music come on You take my breath away [Chorus] This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down [Verse 2] I'm at the bar now And I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling And it's all over me I wanna dance with you Let me lick your face Meet me on the dance floor To feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now And I'm bout to score Mr. DJ can you... Play this joint once more 'Cause I see the man I want I want him right away I look him right in his face And say dance with me [Chorus] This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down [Break] Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that, freak that, freak that, freak that [Bridge] Freak that Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that flip that bring the beat back Oh freak that Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that flip that bring the beat back [Chorus] This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down Spelling Bee[Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse 1] If you is a h-o-e get a j-o-b I'm h-o-t on the t-o-p Mister Mosely get the b-e-a-t Dont copy this here cause I done d-i-d It could get h-e-c-t-i-c F-i-s-t in your f-a-c-e Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be Don't toy me I'm outta y'all leauge Yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo [Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse 2] You just crazy if you think you Jay-Z Sure ain't me cause I r-a-p I'm v-i-p not we that's me Timmy this beat is a h-i-t Listen to the t-r-a-c-k On the M-i-say from the motherfuckin' VA Y'all know k-i-g-e-r-ty If y'all ask me y'all style booty I hope you can s-p-e double L I'm double XL y'all can all kiss tail Y'all motherfuckers don't know me that well My level came next and I'm not RL And yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo [Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin' on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse 3] I run yo block I run them block (Hah) Crack your windows cause I'm just that hot That you forgot I got a big knot (Cha-Ching) I must of hit the jackpot I must of hit the jackpot cause my purse don't lie The checks don't stop 'till they get writers block Besta call the cops cause it'll put you in shock Like the mind of 2Pac I'mma rock 'till I drop A-B-C-D-E-F-G H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-U-S-S-Y thats pussy For the fake MC who test M-E And yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo [Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l Play That Beat[Intro] Imma beat y'all, play that beat (5x) (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive) [1st Verse] When you wanna go around the world (I'm ready) And if you want me to fight your ex-girl for you (I'm ready 2x) If you need me to cook you meals (I'm ready) And if you want me to come and chill with you boy (Suga' I'm ready) [Chorus] You don't know how you got me I've never been in so, but not me I was always told not to be Givin' up the [cat] easy Something you do reminds me Friends be tryin' to stop me They can't believe you got me Givin' up the [cat] easy [2nd Verse] When you need a backrub from working all day (I'm ready) Uh when you need a chick to come over right away (I'm ready) (Like this) When you need me to wash your clothes boy (I'm ready) When you need me on the phone to curse out the hoes (Suga' I'm ready) [Chorus] Boy there ain't none quite like you Ask me and I'll always do Cuz' I got this thing for you You know what a little [cat] can do [Repeat] [Chorus] I'm ready when your baby momma trips So just call me come in doin' backwards flips My darling Would you like me bust her lips Cuz' I'm ready, show you I'm the realest chick And I love you I'll do what you want me to do I said I love you For you I'm more than a crew I'm Mrs. Do-right Can't go wrong with me I said R-E-D-Y Always on time Uh, come on Don’t Be Cruel[Intro: Beenie Man, Missy] Zaga, Zaganaga, You hear she moans? Boom! Aye yo Monica Won't you help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yeah hit'em [Verse 1: Monica] Ooh you turn me on, so boy don't lie I will never share you with no other bitches, so don't try You all I want, like when Prince made doves cry And all I'm sayin to you is don't be cruel [Hook: Missy] Yo baby pop, yeah you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Verse 2: Monica] Don't get me wrong, that's just me I just want you to be all you can be like in the army Don't try to play me boy cuz I'm nobody's fool And all I'm sayin' to you is don't be cruel [Hook: Missy] Yo baby pop, yeah you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Break: Missy] Now, now, now wait a minute y'all This is for all the fly, sexy people So when I say get out on the floor Go to the floor, dance I said [Bridge: Beenie Man] Gala (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) Girls if ya holla give me head Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) [?] every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now [Verse 3: Beenie Man] Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy While ya on break let yo kitty air Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier Girl you bout to explode ya frontier Cuz I got got my doctorate as, a poonany engineer See ya know ya can olly-wa Early heard I came here wit cha Don't be mockin, ya not ordering me chalk You got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo Let's show'em how to punk dem out Max'em out like me credit card I'm talkin bout don't take me a fraud Burn you a [?] [Bridge: Beenie Man] Gala (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) Girls if ya holla give me head Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) [?] every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now [Hook: Missy] Yo baby pop, yeah you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Toyz skit: Missy, Sache, Antonio] Lemme run up in this Pleasure World, get me some toys Throw on this ball-cap too so these mothafuckers won't know who I am (*Whistles*) This Sache, welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find somethin'? Um, yeah, I was wondering if you carried the tidal waves, butterfly bullets, rabbits, jawa G-spot and megablasters? Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the megablasters, we are clean out of megablasters. Heather Hunter just came in here and bought the last ten, don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em but she came in here and bought the last ten. Mmhm Oh, damn, ten, okay Yeah... Uh, well lemme get uh... Ah wha-wha-wha, hol-up. You Missy Elliott? Cuz you look just like Missy Elliott Nah, nah Are you Missy Elliott? Nah, chill, chill Nah, y'all got them same teeth, same lips, same hoop earrings, you Missy Elliott ain't ya? (Shh, shh) I ain't gon tell nobody you in here girl, Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliott? Come here! (Oh, god) Dang, that's Missy Elliott, oh shit! I told ya, I told ya, ahh Can I get yo autograph? Aw come on take a picture by the time ware (Aw man) Come on, come on! Cheese Yeah, look thanks for shopping at Pleasure World and don't forget your bag of Toyz Old School Joint[Intro] Flip the beat Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one You remember back in the old school days? (Yeah) You used to have joints like this And you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops Haha, I know y'all know what I'm talkin' about So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh [Verse 1] Before you take me out, let's have a conversation No touchy-touchy 'cause it might lead to havin' relations Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation [Chorus] Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Ooh-oh, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] I wanna give it some time and get to know each other Let's be friends before we think about bein' lovers Ain't no need to rush it if this is forever If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' better and better [Chorus] Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (Do me right, oh-oh) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Lookin' tight, oh-oh) [Bridge] Flashlights (Flashlight) Neon lights (Neon light) Party rides (Oh), all night (Oh) Love me right, keep me lookin' tight (Lookin' tight) So nice (So nice) That's what I like (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (All night) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Lookin' tight, oh-oh) Pass The DutchListen up everyone! We have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing, so when you hear the sound Who, di, whoo, run for cover Woo, ahh, daddy, ooh, ah, oh, ooh Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Ah, ooh) Pass that dutch pass that dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Whoo) Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happenin', now to get my drink (That's right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (That's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (That's right!) Put it down for the streets (That's right!) (Who, di, whoo) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (Ahh) Shake, shake, shake ya stuff baby (Who, di, whoo) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ahh) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Number one, drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh, my God, show em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon a Remember When[Intro: Missy] Baby, it's not true when they say all men are dogs Cause I know a lot of women who cheat I know you kinda wonder why I'm havin this conversation wit'chu Because I speak upon experience And if it's worth anything, I'll never cheat again Whoo!! [Verse 1: Missy] I know I may act stubborn boy But that don't mean I don't love you boy Please forgive me for my attitude When it seems I'm takin all my [shit] out on you I know I never said this here Let me make myself, loud and clear I appreciate the way you treat me I did a lot of things you still don't hate me [Hook] Remember when you caught me cheatin (Hey) Cheatin You said I stopped your heart from breathin (Stopped your heart) Breathin (Yes!) But you loved me so you forgave me (Oooh) 'gave me When you could've went out and played me (Oh yeah) Played me [Verse 2: Missy] Am I a disappointment to you baby? Most of the time I'm wrong, makin excuses for abuses I've done Steppin all on your heart, but you never left me baby Say I'm sorry all the time, and any other guy would be gone But you stayin right by my side [Hook] Remember when you caught me cheatin (Ohh cheatin) Cheatin You said I stopped your heart from breathin (Stopped your heart) Breathin (Yes!) But you loved me so you forgave me (You said that you love me) 'gave me (I know, oh I) When you could've went out and played me (Yeah) Played me [Bridge: Missy] And a love like this, and I can't play no games And it's hard to forgive it, but you didn't never complain (Yes) Didn't rub it in my face, just let me slide on by I know that every girl, wish she had you as a guy [Breakdown: Missy] WOO! Myyyyyyy, my oh myyy Whoa-ohhhhhh (HOLLA!) No no, no no - uhh, no no, Lord Cause a love like this, can't play no games And it's hard to forgive, things I did to you Let me slide on by (Huh) Yeah, have you ever... (YES!) [Verse 3: Missy] When I cheated you said you couldn't breathe [*inhale*] Said you couldn't breathe (YES!) Now I'm sittin here beggin on my knees Take me back, I'll do anything including plead (YES!) I didn't mean to burn a bridge three degree Like Fantasia said, let yourself be free (Whoo!) The truth be without me you'd succeed I'm sorry baby, please believe in you and me C'mon [Refrain: Missy] Ain't no love, better than you With all the pain, I put you through I've stook close and {?} And you still love me, yes you do (Ain't no love) Ain't no love, better than you With all the pain, I put you through I've stook close and {?} Without you here, what would I do [Outro: Scratched] Eww eww eww ewww, mmm mmm Eww eww eww ewww, mmm mmm Remember when you caught me cheatin X-Tasy[Intro: Missy Elliott] Read between the lines Ecstasy, a place of fulfillment and fantasies Where your dreams become realities Mhm, ecstasy It enhances your most inner desire To become more free with your guts and feelings E-E-E-ecstasy [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Boy, let me free your mind, lets hook up tonight Take you on a flight, high, high Make you warm inside, I won't waste your time My love is so divine, it feels like I'm on [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ecstasy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstasy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you [Verse 2: Missy] Boy look into my eyes, I'm so energized Make it last long time, touch me Everything feels sweet, my body feel your breeze Up all against me, it feels like I'm on [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ecstasy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstasy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Oh, it feels like I'm on, ecstasy You got my body jumpin' and doin' something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (Ah, ah, ah) Ecstasy, you got my body jumpin' and doin' something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (Ah, ah, ah) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ecstasy, I'm willing, to do all the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstasy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you Step Off[Intro] I know you're not my man And you belong to someone else (Nah) Now come on in, and shut the door I'll make sure you enjoy yourself If you give me a try, before you deny I'm still in love wit' you Or maybe obsessed wit' you [Verse 1] Ow We don't make love no more (Mm-mm) We don't kiss and we don't hug like we used to (Used to) But I'm still in love with you Wait, wait a minute Now if I drive by your house (House) And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads Giving you head Then I'm gonna turn it out (Hey) [Chorus] I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like [Verse 2] (Hey, uh) What part don't you get? (Hey, hey) Even though I'm not your girl anymore And you don't want me no more (Ow) I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit' (Ooh yeah) Whatchu talkin' bout, Willis? Is she better then me? (Me, me) Do she cook? Do she clean? Do she sew? Do she steam? (Ow) Can she do these things? 'Cause I... [Chorus] I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like [Bridge] I still love ya, baby Makes no difference to me And I still wantcha, baby Want to be the one you need The one you call on (Mm-mm) 'Cause I'm the only one that make you feel good (Mm-mm) Sing it to me [Chorus] I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like Bite Our Style (Interlude)Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (Fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (Eee fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (Fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style Me and Timbaland our style's so superb Have you heard, have you heard? Me and Timbaland our style's so superb Have you heard, have you heard? Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (Say what) Have you heard the word? Take Away (Remix)[Intro: Missy & Tweet] Oooooooooooh, yeah yeah [Verse 1: Missy (Tweet)] You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you, yeah) [Chorus: Missy (Tweet)] Take away, your gold and platinum chains (Your love for me is platinum, baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (Oh, love you... anyaway) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (It's not your dough, cuz I) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last [Missy & Tweet] Goin' nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.. [Verse 2: Ginuwine] Let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world Can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains [Chorus: Missy (Ginuwine)] Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last baby) [Bridge: Missy & Ginuwine (Tweet)] I just wanna be the perfect match (I just...) You don't even have to ask.. (You don't... have to ask) I just wanna be the perfect match (I just...) We become so attached.. (We become... sooooooooooooooooo) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeahhhhhhhhhh) [computer voice] Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime [Chorus: Missy] Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last P***ycatThis is another missy elliott exclusive Its all for the love But there is more things that keep A man satisfied(Oh come on) And I know the remedy just to cure him from Cheating even if he tried hey Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me(Only me) I know he's A man and men have intentions(Intentions) To sleep with someone else(Umm oh, oh) But that's why when I make love to him I'm ruling(Come on) Try to give him my best(Oh please) hey Pussy don't fail me now(Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else(No body) But me and only me(Ohhhhhh) Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (No) But me and only me As long as the pussy good Its alright Ain't gotta worry about my man 'cause he knows ma's Is one of A kind And that's why he keeps staying(Stayin) The pussy good Its alright Ain't gotta worry about my man 'cause he know ma's Is one of A kind(Come on) And that's why he keeps staying Look ma Yea you got the bomb and work That prissy stuff Glad it ain't the gushy stuff (That cushy stuff?) I don't like the mushy butts I wish we was Like puffy over jennifer Him and her Too much like I and we (And what that mean?) We just love the booty All we see in 3D is um Booty, booty, booty, booty Oh really Do me, do me, do me, do me Run through me like fluid go through an iv That's good imma make sure you never will leave Can I put my booty booty Up in your spaghetti? Daddy Are you ready for sacary from me Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me 'cause my feelins hit the ceiling what you want me to be Oh please pussy don't mess it up for me C'mon Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else(Nobody else) But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me(Ohhh) Missy speaking: Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I wanna turn this nigga out So he don't want no body else But me and only me Is This Our Last Time[Intro: Missy] Yeah, ok, y'all know how I do it From old school rap to old school R&B Yep, that's me, heh We gon' do it one time like this Oh, oh, come on [Verse 1: Missy] I remember when we first made love (yeah) It was so good Nigga I was whipped and all into it (yeah) Off of that good wood (come on) And if I could I would pursue it But you won't let me do it (yeah) I'm like the first time around with playboy You keep putting me down (mm) I can't keep running away from you (hah) But the sex don't feel the same (uh), no, no, no (whoo) You don't hold me nor kiss me like you used to I can tell your feelings changed (ooh, come on) It must be some other bitch that's taken up your time (hah) If it is then let me know (uh), ohh (ooh) So I won't call you over to taste a piece of this good pie Why you don't fuck me like before (yeah) [Chorus: Missy] I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, talking bout the second time I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, talking bout the second time [Verse 2: Missy] I remember when we first made love (uh) It felt so good you made me cry, mm, mm, mm, aha But now you just rush to get it over (come on) And it don't (uh) feel like the first time (ah) [Chorus: Missy] I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, I like the first time (aha) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (yeah) I like the first time, I like the first time (uh) I like the first time, I like the first time (ah, come on) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh) [Verse 3: Fabolous] Yeah you probably the first girl I'm sprung on I'm hung on the spots (yeah) Put your lips and tongue on, you made me a fan I took the cards that you dealt and made me a hand, aha It's the feelings that I felt that made me a man, aha Now I'm fighting to get it back like Mike Tyson I wanna grab my helmet and ride but you took my bike license I just wanna do it like we did it before, uh Cinderella you was with it before (ooh) Now when I bring your slipper you act like you don't fit it no more Like I got it, but I can't get it no more And I ain't usually a chaser cause write with my pencil But also know how to use my eraser, yeah And at the present time I think about the past, uh Think about yo ass, uh, and can I see it in the future If I see ya I'll salute ya Cause for your loving I'm a soldier Mommy, I thought I told ya [Bridge: Missy] Why you dogging me out (aha), is this our last time (uh, uh) Say it again, why you doggin me out Oh what shall I do (oh), yeah (mm) Tell me what I've done to you, oh (come on) [Break: Missy] Yeah, aha, let the beat ride, hah, mm Then work that, work that, work that, work that, uh Yeah, hah, let the beat ride, uh Come on and work that, come on and work that Come on, come on, sing [Chorus: Missy] I like the first time, I like the first time (come on) I like the first time, I like the first time (aha) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (whoo) I like the first time, I like the first time (hah) I like the first time, I like the first time (yeah) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh, come on) [Ragtime Interlude: Missy] I was chillin by the bar at the club, yeah Decided just to buy me a drink Two shots, I was so tore up (Yeah) I said no more Patron for me So I crawled to my car And I turned my radio on And guess what I heard? Yo, lemme stop playin with you mothafuckers, drop the beat We Did It[Intro (Breathing throughout)] Zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh Uh huh Zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh Uh, mhmm Ahhhh [Verse 1] We made love, now you gone Now you don't wanna claim me no more Told your boys, you never knew You never kissed or held me in your arms How dare you even leave Me looking like I'm lying on you When you said it's all 'bout me I believe it cuz you made believe [Chorus] If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times [Verse 2] You changed the phone, won't call me back Now I can't even get in touch wit' you See how you do, I never knew That you would deny this love I'm servin' you That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you Because you was the first to make the move Now you say you never knew You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool (Oh) [Chorus] If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times [Verse 3] You know we did it, yep we did it boy Why must you lie? I drove your whip, you picked me up You told me, meet you outside We had some blunts like what the.. Gettin' high in your ride Getting mushy, want some pussy Get your biggest supply Yeah, we did it, you was with it That was all on your mind Then you hit it, can't admit it Then you wastin' my time I won't forget it, need to quit it Put it all behind Why you did it, why you did it If you gon' have to lie [Bridge] Lonely, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be Lonely, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be (Zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh) [Chorus] If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times [Outro] Yeah, yeah More than two times Uh, zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh Pass That Dutch (Amended Version)[Missy] Run for cover, cover, cover [Young Buck] Remix, Missy, pass to me In the club without the dutches, it ain't known to me, yeah Fish food wrapped up in a peach Greenery gon' slur your speech like urrr [Missy] (Young Buck) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah, it's the remix) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (it's ya boy) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Young Buck in the mix, let's go) [Missy] (Young Buck) Misdemeanor on the floor, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk, make you wanna hurt something I can take your man, I don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window, call me Michael Jackson, hehehe I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me re-run Hey, hey, hey, I'm what's happening (yeah) Now to get my drink, that's right Shake your ass till it stink, that's right Mr. Mo's on the beat, that's right Put it down for the streets, that's right [Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah, it's the remix) Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby (it's the remix) Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet (get it on and get crazy) [Missy] (Young Buck) Number one, drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hump, bump, jump If you's a fat one put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn (ah) Oh my God, show 'em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' *car alarm* Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car, you will hear viper armed I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, come on and give me some applause *applause* Thank you, oh thank you, you all are so wonderful [Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah, what up Miss) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (it's the Young Buck) Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ok I'm ready) Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Young Buck] (Missy) It go (woohoo) run for cover Delivery's so good just mack your mother like Brothers barbeque And I will never really ever understand what you did started do I got a bottle of hypno you know I'm scorin' Throwback North Carolina, Jordan, yeah Young Buck's a heavyweight Because I handle my weight and I be carryin' weight now wait Ok, the jump off jumped off Play bullshit on the dancefloor, they run off No dough, I got nothing to come off Ok Miss, go and get your run off [Missy] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going like the Energizer bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever your choice Didn't come to judge, I cam to get you moist Scream, whoo whoo, now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on a white horse *horse* [Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (it's the remix) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Young Buck] Young Buck playin' twister, not the game But the same colors ain't what I'm twistin' man I got a lot to go around You gettin' it over and over and over till the sundown Heavy breathing, cops chase me in a rundown Flow heat, so they holler put the gun down I'm like no, all I got is some goo-good They like yeah we know you, you from the hoo-hood I'm like sheesh, I be rappin' They like, yeah we know a nigga from the alliance, take action I know you hate me though I'm with the only female in the game makin' Oprah dope Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Release The TensionI'm the best, and that's B and that's capital I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna copy these many flows Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up Pack up and go tell Mommy that I backed up you You you you, and your whole crew What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do? uhh, what whatcha gon' do To me?, the M-I-double S-Y-E Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedies [Verse One] Mmmm What's your name Cause you've got me You wanna know What it be like What the deal is Where my man at Can you get with me You say you got the things that I need What's your name Cause you've got me You wanna know Who I roll with Who I be with Who I'm down with Do I like to do the nasty things that you do [Chorus] Release some tension Break for, break for intermission For me and you, you start the kissing You'll see what you've been missing Release some, some of your tension Break for intermission For me and you, you start the kissing You'll see what you've been missing [VERSE TWO] Mmmmm You're so fine I wanna make you mine I wanna know Can I be with you Can you be with me On the count of three Me and you, we gon' get romantically You're so fine I wanna make you mine I wanna know Do you got a girl Is she good to you I bet she won't do the things that I'll do to you [Repeat Chorus] [Rap] Uh huh I be creeping and creeping With my peoples, my peoples With my homies, my homies We be smoking that reefer Trying to get (coughs) high Trying to get (coughs) high So I hit 'em with a broken bang (pop-pop) Turn me up a notch Neighbors wanna call the cops They can't stand to see me rock Every house is on the block Nigga knock Don't stop Nig-nig-nigga knock [Repeat Chorus] Busta’s Outro[Verse: Busta Rhymes] And right about now with this particular time As we bring this LP to a close Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flip mode squad Would like to congratulate you all for being such a wonderful audience And taking the time outta your busy day to day livin’ To do the knowledge, take in and observe and absorb and listen and feel the whole emotional roller coaster of this LP Thoroughly put together by Missy and Timbaland The official bang shit Hip-hop music, soul nusic, R&B music Y'all mothafuckas’ don’t know! This is that official full fledge shit And until the next time, y'all niggas stay safe, stay aware, and stay tuned Word is bond and we be back Hurt SumthinYeah, this for all my mix show DJ's, underground DJ's and wannabe DJ's Who know how to get the party started, then spin it This is an introduction of what's about to come One nation under a groove Heartbeat, tight work, aw So for all you party people This is not rock and roll This is only for the clubs Heartbeat, tight work, aw Mister bartender, I need me a drink to really talk kink so can you pour 'em Smoke me something that make my eyes chink and wink out ya man see how I score 'em Check out my pants, the sexy way I dance, then switch my style again cos the method's borin' Make me a bill, a million dollar bill, I'm on top with you like Alicia fallin' See I came in this game and I kicked the door in Slept on me and you still get snorin' Don't you see I'm on fire, you still ignorin' That's why I'm rich and you still be poorin' This beat make you say how mercy Lord is My voice sound like I've been drinkin' forties A freak when I speak, I'm talkin' naughty Comin' soon in your hood, I will be tourin' Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker Why you want me to come out and play Over there pussycat (touché!) Exclusive ? for mix show DJ's I would give you one dollar if you play today I want to do the voulez vous coucher Do you like to eat a lot of sushi Look at me dance like I am chick fully Ay sucker what you say (ey, yeah, yeah, yeah) See I know how to rock the party Put your hands on that ass and spank somebody Got my hands up like somebody rob me Boy, if you got bait, let me see your money Small dick, get no chicks, I'm truly sorry But you get the fake digits, no need to call me Say what, shake your body Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake your body Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (yo, mami what's your name) Player please get a job (I'm paid) Yeah, you must steal and rob You talks trash, but you ain't even got a car (How you know) Cos I seen your ass walk You call me ? player, like you think it's my fault The type of minute man, faking like you last long Please kill it man, lying to the superstar It's so hot, go head, take your clothes off Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, fresh (touch?) So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, fresh (touch?) So, so, fresh, so, so, fresh Get u freak onHead banga, hit me Hit me, hit me Hit me, hit me Yeah, hit me Gimme some new shit, yeah Gimme some new shit, yeah Gimme some new shit, yeah Gimme some new shit Missy be puttin' it down I'm the hottest 'round I told y'all mother-ooh Y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now I'm lasting twenty rounds And if you want me (nigga) then come and get me now Is you with me now? Then biggie-biggie-bounce I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (Holla) People sing around Now people gather 'round Now people jump around [Chorus: x2] Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on Who's that bitch? People you don't know Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago What the dealio? Now what the drilly, yo If you wanna battle then (nigga) let me know Holla, gotta feel me son Let me throw you some People here I come Now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun [Chorus: x2] Quiet!! Shhh, hush your mouth Silence when I spit it out, {spit sound} in your face Open your mouth, give you a taste Holla, ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten, so don't copy me Y'all do it, sloppy-ly And y'all can't come close to me I know you feel me now I know you hear me loud I scream it loud and proud Missy gon' blow it down People gon play me now, in and out of town 'Cause I'm the best around with the crazy style [Chorus: x2] Time and Time Again[Missy - singing] Ohh ohhh, ohh yeah-yeahhhhhh Oooooh ooh, aww yeah Ohhohhh yeahhhh Aww yeah... yessss (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) The things you say to me, can't make or break me Everything you bought I give back absolutely everything And, I am through wit'chu, you and your crazy moods You be trippin and slippin and givin attitude (HOLLA!) I deserve the finger things, the joy that love brings And you'll be missin my kisses and makin love scenes I'm better off alone, can't wait 'til you get gone Ain't no need to keep hopin cause it's, over and done [Chorus: repeat 2X] Why do you keep comin back, time and time again You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again I heard the same old line from you time and time again And why I take you back because I can not change you man [Missy - singing] (YES!) No use in talkin, better get to walkin Better get them chicks who turn tricks cause I'm just too smart Man, I hate men who lie, who look me in my eyes Come up with alibis, for the thousandth time I won't take bullshit, leave your ass with the quickness Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone Boy I'm through wit'chu, no more to say or do Cause you're too confused, and it's over and done [Chorus] [Missy - rapping] I be comin with a rap on a ballad You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots Cause you know I blow your mind any time that I rhyme And I'll be down for a challenge I'm, wicked, I-C-K-icked Not Twista twisted From coast to coast I brag and boast I'm better than most and sufficient I got that good love, that goody-goody-good love That puddy-puddy-pusha Slick talkin sista, to any nigga That wanna get with her Don't never diss her M dot S-E And let me stop playin with y'all motherfuckers This ain't no rap record, get back to the hook [Chorus] Missy’s Finale[Verse] Yo, you have come almost to the close of my album But before I go I just wanna thank God for staying with me Through my ups and downs and through my whole period Of doing this album, I want to thank Timbaland who came up with The beats and all the people who appeared on my album Make it hot, aight, I'm out Mysterious (Intro)We started in 1997 and finished in 1999 She brought you 'The Rain', 'Sock it to me', 'Beep me 911' Now it's a new year Not the year two G but the year three G She's a bitch Definitely the bitch-to-be right about now That's right Timbaland, Missy Elliott, bring to you the future And I am Morpheus If you go to your local phone booth You can find out what I have to say next About the bitch Triple Threat[Verse 1: Timbaland] (Yeah) I'ma make you dance, you dance, I'm a triple threat I'ma make you boun-boun-bounce, so hard until you break your neck I'ma keep it crunk, and crunk, I'm a space cadet Ba-bass, hit-hit-hit so hard-hard that you feel it in your chest Mi-mi-Missy and I, and I, we we music's best Ten years later watch the dynamic d-du-du' reconnect A hundred and twenty million sold, sold, and them niggas back I'd like to see how many niggas out there-there that can do-do that I say... [Hook: Timbaland] Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up [Verse 2: Missy Elliot] I got that one liter, two liter, in my cup, margarita Roll up in my two-seater, I'm a pretty diva, call me señorita Have you seen a new Medina I don't do grass but I'm a misdemeanour I'm so fresh out front the cleaners Triple threat: rap, dance, and I'm a singer Get the finger, middle finger, me and Timbaland the new Ike and Tina Tag team ya, right up in ya, hits like Venus and Serena Timby and I throw it up, whatever we do it will blow up He so hot so popular, I told ya'll, ya'll can't mess with us [Hook: Timbaland] Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] (Let's go!) Guess who back, yep I'm the best I'm that chick, 'cause I'm a triple threat Two fifty mill and who can top that I slap who ever said I'm irrelevant Got them pissed and mad and upset Music dead we make it resurrect Watch our step you better come correct If you go in such you're gonna lose your bet Up the bet and tell me who's next Nasty flow, call it triple X Got my drink I'm sipping on that Ya'll faker than some fake Rolex Timby and I throw it up, whatever we drink sho' to blow up See this liter in our cup We VIP when we roll up [Hook: Timbaland] Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up Take Ur Clothes Off[Missy Elliott] I’m on that next shit I’m on that next shit You on that old shit [Verse 1] I got a figure eight figure, lick it more bigger Never booty shots, ass look thicker, ask jack tripper I dance like stripper, been hot since Billy Dee was drinking malt liquor I rock a beat like wooh, other chicks kboo like they at the apollo I get it crazy for you baby, been rapping since y’all was lil' babies You better respect moi, voulez-vous coucher, yes moi No I can’t be stopped, might see me down the street in a brand new car Now if y’all ain’t on this new shit right now Now ya’ll gon have to find a new beat, new beat? Now if all y’all on this new shit right here, take your clothes off in the vip [Refrain: Timbaland/Missy] Take clothes off, take clothes off Oh 
I take my clothes off, I take my clothes off, let’s go To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off [Verse 2] Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name Miss Rocking like no one else,
 I don’t need ya’ll cause I’m feeling myself Haters y'all just be worried to death Like a throw back, to the flow back Return of the Mac, go ‘head take my Kodak I’m all that, ya ain’t know that You can’t keep track if you had a low jack Yeap, must of thought I was over Been hot before Michael Jackson wore loafers
 (say what?) Ya' was youngin, I was much older Been rich before you even knew about Oprah Before you knew about Oprah Been rich before you knew about Oprah, haha 
get it Been rich before you even knew about Oprah [Refrain] Take clothes off, take clothes off Oh 
I take my clothes off, I take my clothes off, let’s go To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off Who You Gonna CallAny Give Sunday baby Oww! Yo, yo, yo Oh zigi-zigi Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi... Oh you 'pose to be the man now Cause you got cars, you got houses You got yachts, you got diamonds You got it all Oh you livin' large right, heh Well let me ask one thing When you go broke When you go broke I bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more Here we go uh I was there when no one knew your name I was there when you blew up, got large And had all the fame Now look how you do, uh I was there when everything had changed You think you the shit Big star on top of your game Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed I gave you dough, mo dough You don't know to supply your need What's it gon' be (uh) I was there I was the air you breathe Until you became a big star No need for me Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh do you Call when you fall boy Call when you ain't got boy They don't wanna roll with you They don't think you hot boy What happened to you boy? You are just a no-boy Now you have no joy Here we go What happened to your Benz man? What happened to your rocks? Six shots that you pop in your bitches man Now your name is like shit stink You let the fame maintain You done blew out your brains man What happened to your diamond rings? You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane Beep, beep to your feet man You's a jeep man With no friends and no game man There he is, uh When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call Heh-heh, where all your friends now? Where your homies now? When you was on top of your game Everybody wanted to hang around, huh Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke Your same friends don't want to fuck wit' you no more Who you gonna call huh? You better understand reality baby Never let the fame blow your brain, heh Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi Never let the fame blow your brain Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh Never let the fame blow your brain Here we go, uh And my choir sing, heh Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww! Throw Your Hands Up (Interlude)[Interlude: Lil Kim] Yo, this the Queen Bee And I came to say a little somethin' On my girl Missy's shit Now see I got somethin' to say That's right, I got a problem I got a problem wit all y'all muthafuckas out there That got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch Yeah that's right, I said it muthafucka, bitch! What? You see, bitch is a strong word And only strong bitches can use that motherfuckin' terminology Bitch, ha I mean... if u can't wear the name, don't try to use it Shucks [Chorus: Missy] Throw ur hands up if u like to get high Tim, make a fat beat so we can party all night If u got beef u gotta take it outside Throw ur wrists up and lemme see ur ice shine Throw ur hands up if u like to get high Tim, make a fat beat so we can party all night If u got beef u gotta take it outside Throw ur wrists up and lemme see ur ice shine I’ve ChangedYes, I'm changed again, baby (Woo) Changed, changed Changed the games that I used to play (Play) Leavin' when I stay (Woo) Oh (Oh), oh, baby, I've changed I said that I've changed (I said I've changed) The games (The games) ain't the same (They ain't the same) (I've changed) The pressure wasn't greener (Changed) On the other side (Changed) Aight, aight, aight, Mo, chill ('Cause I know I've changed) Yo, Mo (I know I've changed, baby, I swear I'm changed) Yo, Mo, chill (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yo, chill, you singin' like you (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) You singin' like you in church raisin' money (I've changed, I've changed) For some new choir robes or somethin (I've changed, I've changed) You changed? I'm 'bout to change to a new track (Oh, oh) It’s Real[Intro] Yeah, ohhh-ohh Yeaahhh, yeaaa I love you more then my mouth can say I'll take a flight to kingston, anyplace Just to be in yo face [Verse 1] From new york city to japan I'll be there ba-by Just call my phone and I'll come flying On the next plane to you Never worry cause I'm ya woman And I promise ba-by I promise you will be my man [Hook] Cause baby it's real (real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real [Verse 2] I'll follow you right to the moon It could happen yeah Just so we can be close as cousins With my heart out to you I love you more then words can offer Pay attention ba-by I hope this never ends my lover [Hook] Cause baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real [Bridge] I don't wanna spend a day without you I don't get tired of being by you I don't care bout the things about you Boy it's real [Hook] So real, so real (so real) Can you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real Hot (Ratatat remix)[Missy] This is an old school Missy exclusive [Verse 1] Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit You dont wanna test how far Miss get Me and Tim's cars got kits But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit Everyone trying to be that bitch But there can only be one bitch, make hits I know I must make y'all sick Cuz Everytime I spit you beg to quit I used to drive a six And now I drive a mercala gold and shit On the plush gold seats to sit And I own my own click Man I must admit And my S is it Misdemeanor have you seen she the best it get And those who try to test this chick Where they at right now in peace restinin' [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke See we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure [Verse 2] Yeah boo you know you a joke Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro Claim you down with so and so Ya whack on whack, bows I came to throw I might just let you mop my flo' Here my autograph take this flick to go (CHEESE) Miss don't say no mo' Cuz you know what I do And you know what I know And I dont think so You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow If ya broke man just say so Cuz that bentley that you renting Man its got to go Back to the black man sto' Along with ya weave cop a new afro Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low But if you try to test me I just check ya slow [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure [Verse 3] In old school we used to call out names But I ain't tryin' to get y'all all my fame My credit card gonna bring ya pain To know ya bank account just don't change No need to wreck ya brains Trying to see who Missy gon' slain I roll solo not with a gang Don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain Don't let me say it again Don't carry guns kick ass with a chain (WHASSSSA) Like a chinese man Reverse it (ti esrever) Know what I'm saying [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure Best, BestYeah, yeah What we about to do, Miss? Hey yo, Danja! We finna switch R&B baby Imma flip a new melody on these suckas Let's go! [Chorus:] Boy you're so sexy I don't wanna look at another man and And when I see you Don't want you touching on her again and And baby when I'm close to you I feel those butterflies I'm laying in my bedroom Sit back and fantasize Let's go [Verse 1:] He the best, he the bomb He cute, he umm He fly, he fresh He give me, good sex (Woo!) He grind, all the time Got money, on his mind He's a balla, he's a balla He's my man, shot calla He's a freak, I'mma freak We freak all week I love him, he love me Me, me, me He take me, to the mall He buy me half the mall He's tight, my type He give me what I like [Chorus:] Boy you're so sexy I don't wanna look at another man and And when I see you Don't want you touching on her again and And baby when I'm close to you I feel those butterflies I'm laying in my bedroom Sit back and fantasize Let it roll [Verse 2:] We kiss all the time That boy, he fine He pimp, he stunt He give me what I want We fuss, we fight We make up by the night We go out to the club We get crunk in the club He buy me Patron, he buy me Patron He spending on me, make it rain boo, on me His love, so cool I call him, my boo We go everywhere Everywhere, he's there Let's go! [Chorus:] Boy you're so sexy I don't wanna look at another man and And when I see you Don't want you touching on her again and And baby when I'm close to you I feel those butterflies I'm laying in my bedroom Sit back and fantasize Let's go [Verse 3:] My dude buy me shoes I don't see no other dude He never disrespect Got one big ol' dick He know how to put it down He know how to put it down We do do, do it all He be my my, booty call He give me butterflies When I look into his eyes He my fiance Call me dream girl, Beyonce My nookie is his, my nookie is his! He cute, he fine He sexy, all the time Imma let this shit ride, ohh And make u feel real high! C'mon! Bus-A-Bus Interlude[Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Yes indeed, yes indeed out this motherfucker Back with the right foot steppin' in first And the left foot steppin' in after I go by the divine attribute of Busta Bust Down Something Otherwise known as Busta motherfuckin' Rhymes out this bitch You know what I mean? 'Cause when I'm in the spot I let a bitch start kissin' up on motherfuckers Love the way that I be pissin up on motherfuckers Motherfuckers need to chill, relax, what they need to do is listen up, motherfuckers So as we begin to get you addicted to the shit that's so addictive Make sure you got your peoples with you You know, one of your peoples that stay sober You know, to make sure you get home safely 'Cause we about to take it there, motherfuckers Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott So Addictive Higher Ground (Prelude)[Missy] See, I had to make a record that Give thanks to my Lord Savior in Jesus Christ A lot of people are quick to criticize me For the kind of music I sing but See they don't change the belief Hat I have an God, yaknowhatI'msayin? Cause when my friends forsake me Who's there to listen to me without complaining? Nobody but Him, uhhh [singing] Please don't judge me Cause I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect) And please don't judge me if I'm not in church on Sunday I'm movin' (I'm movin' on) And I'm pressin' (I'm pressin' on) To the other way (To the other way) Ohhhh (to, higher, ground) I'm pressin' (I'm movin' on) I'm movin' (I'm pressin' on, yea) Tooooo (to the other way) (to, higher, ground) Don’t Be Coming (In My Face)Verse One: You never know a good thing till I'm gone You spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seing me around your way No, No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay Chorus: Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me Verse Two: You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door Chorus Verse Three: To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello Chorus Verse Four: I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Missy Talking: Fucker Stupid niggas Who always think they can play somebody Ya'll know who ya'll are Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time Now you wanna come back all in our faces Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man Fuck you Alright, I'm out Hot boyz - remix original versionUh, forty side felony Felony, misdemeanor The charge is murder Escobar CB on bikes I'm switching gears Headlights, shine so bright Bitches freeze like deers Them fiends want that deep boy Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy Push ya where ya rest in peace boy Get your mama's house shot up Bodies all chopped up When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck your shit in It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us What's your name, cause I'm impressed? Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself? Can I move with you, do you need some help? I cook boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's Is that your car, the SK-8? Are you riding alone, can I be your date? Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too? Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's Yo only take 'em thugged out Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out Hot boy, keep me right Play your part and I'll keep it tight Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night But up in the sheets with me aiight Gangsta, true to your gang, street master You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh Soldier, cash money, rule your world What's topping that? Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes Get a tingle in my spine, what spot? Only he knows He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer I ain't with it, with it Yo, mami, what the deal? Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts That keep a long blast (blast) Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on) Word you got your girlfriend Word, she can get it too Fuck it though, I'm honest yo I'm saying though, let's play it through Getting cinematic with it Niggas if you got it, hit it Fuck the dumbness Hit it till its numbness Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me Big SpenderMissy Elliott When I rap I'll be shakin 'em Every song that I write dj beggin 'em So u say that I'm wack, u be playin 'em Got fararis and cribs and y'all hated 'em Nothin to say to him I out rated him and my flow for sure out dated him Yes u wer number 1 coz u payin them I'll be checkin the skate u skatin' 'em (who ya foolin man) Be conspicuous, how I ride in this thing is ridiculous Me and Timothy y'all can't get rid of us I got aspirin for when y'all get sick of us, down ur asophigus U ain't stoppin me, u all just watchin me like a pornography U all say y'all u ain't mad, but u just gotta be Coz the dough that u spend is funopoly(owww) Fake spender Hey Big Spender...... .....spend a little time with meeeeee Life is fiction, I got a bad curse, an addiction(f you) Scuse ma diction If u screw with ma man i got big guns I got good sence, now reach in your pocket, its full of lint Thats why y'all don't like me, its evident Cause the rumours just spread, and they're relevent(triiiicks) With my third eye, u can't knock the game even if u try U sleepin on me is a rock-a-by Split additude, like they gemini, playa give me my With the five mites Coz spendin my money is my right Knuckle up coz motha suckers is my time Coz iv bin in this game U just in ur prime Big Spender Hey Big Spender...... .....spend a little time with meeeeee Its contagious My flow come in all type of flavas Y'all haters just well we ain't neighbours Coz my fans scream lyk they in labour(owwwww) I dnt know y'all iv been rockin the show way before y'all And im hotter thn hot i take no calls If u think this is hot then go wack off(ooohooohooh) To my real fans who support me and play me in caravans To evry women and evry man No disrespect, im just chillin maaaaaan This is open mike, u know missy always got to keep it tight U know tht i knows wat u alls like Fake thugs with no dough u ain't livin right Fake spender Hey Big Spender...... .....spend a little time with meeeeee For My PeopleUhh, yo This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? (Fuck, yeah!) People, gangstas, and pimps and people Smokin' that lethal reefer Up in the club the speakers High hats and base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needles Sweat till I catch a fever Call me the illest diva Yo I'm on fire People go head and drink up Get in the club get fucked up See me you got get lucked up Someone to touch and rub up Show me some love Strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine (Ooh) Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy (Too shy) Let me dance with you, let me wear you out (Out) Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin', way down in my soul (Soul) When you dance behind me, I lose all control (Ohh) Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist (My waist) When the music comes on, you take my breath away This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down (Oh, the bar) I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks (Uh huh) And I got this feeling, and it's all over me (Ooh) I wanna dance with you, and lick your face (Ooh) Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score (Score) Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more (Oww) 'Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away (Ahh) I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down get on down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back Baby you the mack, and you know that Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that Bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back Baby you the mack, and you know that Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that Bring the beat back Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm tryin' to dance Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryna to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down Outro[Verse: Missy] Check it See I don't wanna say that this is the end I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin Hip-hop is a freedom of expression Not a freedom of depression Can I make my one suggestion Look at how we're labelled gangster rappers Is that their only impression, wake up Rap is a craft, art and a rap of sport Something like a game of basketball can't be taught But yet we accept the name thug, like that's fly See how they covered our eyes Give us names to separate us Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us Say what, I'm done talking Mary J. Blige, let 'em know this is not a test I hear you calling [Hook: Mary] What you hear is not a test I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat) See me and my crew and my friends We're gonna try to move your feet (move around, move around) See I am Mary Blige (yes I am) And I'd like to say hello (thank you for inviting me) To the black, to the white, the red and the brown The purple and yellow (everybody) But first you gotta, oh, but first you gotta Drop the BombThis is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter Oh, now put your back into it, uh I'm a pro, motherfuckers let me do it, let me do it To the left, one, two, three, move it, whoo Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo I'm bout to just go lose it, uh Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh And now I'm dancin' like I'm under the influence Shake my ass, I don't owe you no excuses, ooh No, n-no, n-no, I didn't, uh See my jeans fittin', let me take you from your bitches, whoo Furs and cars, it make me no difference Independent woman but I still spend your riches What you got, I got the club so hot, so hot And they strippin' from the boxers to the socks, uh I'm in the corner cos I like to look a lot, uh I like to see what's hot then let me go to marry it If you chillin' in New York, drop the bomb on it Livin' in LA, drop the bomb on it Wildin' in DC, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it If you're ridin' in Detroit, drop the bomb on it Cadillac-ey too, drop the bomb on it ATL, dirty, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it Yeah, uh, go head and drop the bomb on me Call 9, 1, 1, this a crime on me, uh The flow that I throw be hard to follow From ? ? straight to Chicago, yeah, ooh I love the way the track sittin', yeah Me and Timothy, whoo, la, good rhythms Easy on the beat, whoo, la, you didn't, uh, uh Slidin' in my slips like I'm Rick James' freak, freak I'm havin' fun with ya son, uh Ain't twenty-one, tell 'em don't need to come, uh Way too young to get the taste of yum yum I'm way too drunk off Bacardi and rum, uh Don't act dumb, drop it where you from Rich or bum, it don't mean nothing, whoo You need this heat cos the track overdone, uh Radio drop the bomb on this one, whoo If you from Miami, drop the bomb on it From Louisville, drop the bomb on it Vacation in VA, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it If you live in Las Vegas, drop the bomb on it Or chillin' in Philly, drop the bomb on it New Jersey, Brits, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it Ring the alarm, somebody dropping by, whoa, yay, whoo ? ? I'm a park it in valet, uh Let my ass shake like a truck on the highway, uh Stayin' on my toes like I been doing ballet And if it snows I'm going back to Cali, uh No, n-no, n-no you didn't, uh Put the track on, nigga, stop that bullshittin', uh Ain't got no time, need a track that's hittin' And if it's hittin', here's a bomb for your listen, ooh If you live in Alabama, drop the bomb on it Stay in Mississippi, drop the bomb on it Chill in Ohio, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it If you live in Texas, drop the bomb on it From Mexico, drop the bomb on it People everywhere, drop the bomb on it, come on You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it Religious Blessings - Outro[Outro: Missy Elliott] Been caught up in the fame, a part of the glamour and glitz Platinum rings and different things, how easy we forget For it is Him the Lord Almighty, who allows us our success We on top, above the charts, how easy we forget Do you think without Him, you would be who you are? For if He made heaven and earth, He also made you a star So as we reach the year 2000, you know there's one higher than us And I come to be that too, to tell you, in God we must trust Love you... Shake thatI see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it See the booty shake See the booty shake Like an earthquake There is no escape When I shake it in your face Now don't you wanna tape A booty shakin' on your tape? So show it to your boys and See the look on all they face I move it to the left Move it to the right Double time, double time, all right Show 'em what they like Look at it, look at it Slow motion, freeze Stop for the camera Paparazzi wanna see Cheese Hello, hey how you doin'? I shake it like this Now let me see if you can do it Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one Shake, shake, shake, shake They faces all stunned If you got it, got it, got it Then move if kinda fast If the boys all dance While they tryna make a pass Whistle while you work Go 'head do your dirt Even if you like to flirt Lift up your skirts Then turn 'em out One leg girl Go 'head shake it out I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' Now when I walk through the the door, door Step aside, side With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize Do milkshake go with that shake? It sure do baby Do milkshake go with that shake? Uh huh Now first you bend over Put your hands on your hips Then you make a stank face Then go on and let it whip Whip it like moms Witcha witcha back then Then catch your breaf and then start it up again One minute, two minute, three minute stop Erybody drop like their have from the cops Ayyo, there will be no fights Though got a club, we ain't turnin' on the lights Sally got a big old donkey Oh yeah And Missy got a big old donkey Oh yeah I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shake See I was sitting in the lounge With my tight skirt on And like a 3-D movie He was watchin' the thong All up in my grill So he asked could he tag it Two-timing from an ish like maggots He tryin' to spit the game What he had to say Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce? OK lil' boy want to boost my esteem I said you need a rehab 'Cause you look like a fiend Don't want to start a scene I ain't tryin' to be mean And even if you spend your green You ain't get in between 'Cause this here queen Keep on looking for clean And like a diamond ring bling See who wants get the wet dream I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' Lick Shots - OriginalUgh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one, one And for those of you who hated, you only made us more creative Misdemeanor ugh You don't wanna speak my name Mess around get that ass blown away Fool gone away I didn't even like your tail anyway Missy got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an escalade Bling, bling all in your face I think you might need to put on your shades I know you feel me tho You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low I'm a keep the party live Me and Timberland gonna flip it tonight Keep yo hands in the sky Wave 'em round like your crazy high Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' You know who I be You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me If I give you head, you'll never leave Stop sweatin' me Flip it on the black hand side Look it here boy, don't you even try it Make me dislocate your spine My rings put your shine like turpentine What you comin' around hang out fo? Baby him know, you just want my dough Get cha black ass on the flo Fool touch me, that's a no no Mr. DJ won't you play that song Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs Hey boys won't you sing along 'Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Y'all don't hear me Hot You got your guns but you don't scare me Originality is leary, my only style and I ain't sharin' Back up, back up, easy now Hey Y'all Hot Let's turn it up and tear the club down Grab your drinks and give me two rounds I'll break you off I'm goin' down down Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Listen, listen Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Tush[ Missy Elliott] This that fire! Ghostface and Missy [Ghostface Killah] Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big I give it to her right and she let me live Can't eat that, 'cause there's no relationship I beat that, the next day you called in sick Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap Cause it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'ma beat this song But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and Come with me and just leave your friends Cause we don't need no cock blocking Tellin' you this without no option Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] Tush, tush, tush Want to slide in the bush, bush, bush? (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You want to get up in my tush, tush, tush? You could slide in the bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You want to get up in that tush, tush, tush? Want to slide in my bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) [Ghostface Killah] Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby) Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl Ooh, you in control, it's in your world She on, I think I like ol' girl Take it out, turn around Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island This is the reason I came to you So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do Cause we don't need no representation Domination, got them waitin' patient [Ghostface Killah] Now this is the way y'all suppose to To get down, y'all ain't right Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!" [Missy Elliott] Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin You seem real determined to put a hurtin' But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin' You got a lot of nerve, to want to serve my curves My 36D, 36 hips The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips Eh, I really like you baby Do you know how to wife this lady? Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush Now shush, in my bush And I can give you what you want, make a whoosh Just throw it, I'll show you how to push Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist Come on [Chorus] [Missy Elliott] Come on Come on Oh Come on! We Run This (Promo Only clean edit)My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2! Believe it! Oh! Oh! Let me switch up the game I drink that cognac yeah, step back cuz I might put it on ya I go deep so deep, til you sleep, count sheep wake ya up from fucking all week You don't want me to show ya how freak bitch act when I ain't soba One of em, tore up, sho nuff. I ain't scared to take it off, tell em' free to take it off Tipsy and it feel good, black dudes got big woods. Into it, I do it, I did it If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin Hey, boy you know I'm your type, 5'2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves, they swerve, so superb, my word is my word and I came to serve Chorus: We run this, we run this, we run this, ugh! ugh! oh! It don't matter where you from, it's where you at and if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat snicka! East coast, west coast, down south, represent your coast Yeah we run it, yeah we run it, y'all don't want it cuz my coast run it Oh! We run this shit, we run this shit! Wanna pull my hair, break my back? Put it right money might sit in your lap back to back I can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes and in the back rub I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin me blush, some enough to go around so groupie don't push Wanna run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good? and they shine so hard that he glittas, so many karots they look like crittas And we can do it all night, take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe. I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know can you handle my mic (Chorus) Any hustla's in the party y'all? Hell ya! If you's a pimp let me see ya party on, Hell ya! Oh, strippas take yo clothes off, Hell ya! Y'all superstars y'all don't need no bodyguards, Hell ya! Nigga I bow guard, alotta rappers fake way to hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at, freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are Don't start! If you don't want beef don't take it that far, wit a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt, misdemeanor too much and I don't give a fuck! We run this, we run this, we run this. ugh! ugh! oh! It don't matter where you from, it's where you at and if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat snicka! We run this, we run this, we run this. ugh! ugh! oh! Represent your coast and act like ya know, know how to act fore' you step your two feet in the door! Stay In Love (Crazy Feelings)[Verse 1: Missy] I was in love And that's what it was when I met you In love And no one could ever talk 'bout you But it sucks So many lies and alibis In our love (yeah, mmm, uh, so I, mmm) [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Verse 2: Beyonce] So in love I just didn't see the wrong you did In love But now that I know I can admit It was love that made me a fool A silly fool In love Oh, crazy [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Bridge: Missy] You was always in my face All the time Even with 20/20 vision I couldn't see you lie You was always in my face All the time Even with 20/20 vision I couldn't see you lie [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Talk That Shit[Intro: Timbaland & T-Pain] They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit [Verse 1: Timbaland] Baby girl you saw I'm a don, let's get on one accord If you misunderstanding me check me out on Forbes And I got a Maybach, with the partition And they call it Flat head baby, flat baby the new edition It's Timbaland man beats that make you bump that Over a Mill on my debit card, believe that Wanna hurt a nice top, I'm talking implant Bout to cop a nice watch, I'm talking Rembrandt I've been around world so much I think I'm Omar I met that [?], you the golden arch Yeah I talk shit, nigga that deed shit I bought a yacht just to see if I would get seasick So why you fronting for, when you ain't got that I got a Bugatti Zana, bitch you ain't got that Homey your money's too young, you need to go to bed It's grown man over here, nigga we talk that [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here I'm in a Maybach, he in the cavalier Now you can only talk cash here if you got cash Let's have a conversation, we can talk about that And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk Now go and give me 50 because when I talk that spitting If the haters keep hating, I'm a have to come and talk that shit [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Oh you think you cute huh, got a lot of money, huh I'm filthy rich and you can call me Donald Trump, huh I got big bank, I'm talking big bucks And I bought a Phantom to see how the back doors open up Missy E on the track, I'ma make you bump that I got the new Ferrari shorty you ain't got that I got them whips that so sick when I spit them hating chicks Wanna know how much I get two hundred grand and eat Doritos chips Been around the world so much I'm like Obama And I got a vacation spot in the Bahamas Yeah, I talk shit, talking 'bout that deep shit I call the DJ's up and tell them: "go and leak this" Cause I got that cash, I got that dough I make my money money grow, so I'm never broke You wanna know much it costs to get a Tim track Man you can't afford that [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here I'm in a Maybach, he in the cavalier Now you can only talk cash here if you got cash Let's have a conversation, we can talk about that I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk Now go and give me 50 because when I talk that splitting If the haters keep hating, I'm a have to come and talk that shit [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] They call me Missy E., I got a lotta cheese And you're a Nickel Bag shorty, I'm a Dime Piece Don't you see the [?], got dough up everywhere And the Lamborghini doors that go up in the air Man look at this, I got the Bentley whip I drive the sickest Benz, boy I make them haters sick You I got it, I get it, I be the richest in the city Talking more shit than you see up in the toilet Man, you's a hater, I got the big house with the elevator See the way you sit on it, 12 big acres I rent movies for my movie theater Now what you talking 'bout, bitch you ain't got that I got the credit card that call a bill a jet lag See the way the hater talk, a Missy don't care I be your a milli, a milli, I'm a millionaire [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here I'm in a Maybach, you in the cavalier Now you can only talk cash here if you got cash Let's have a conversation, we can talk about that And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk Now go and give me 50 figures when I talk that spitting If the haters keep hating, I'm a have to come and talk that shit All 4 U[Intro: Missy Elliot] Sexy! Rah! We gon' keep it sexy y'all You dig? Ha! Oooh... Let's go! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Baby what's up with you tonight You wanna get busy I can read your mind Baby, I can see you looking Pour some champagne and you might get lucky Touch on me, touch on me, gimme gimme honey I don't want ya, want ya money I just want you get on me (come on!) I've been checking you from across the room Money ain't a thing baby, what it do Ain't no need to keep on waiting (yah!) Tell them other bitches they can keep on hatin' It's you that I want and I want what I want And I get it, get it, get it, get it, get it [Chorus: Missy Elliot] It's all for you Don't you turn it down Til I show you my move You won't be disappointed (I like this!) Hey there shorty let me get that thang Let's see how long that thing hang [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Okay Missy, uhhhhm I know what you're looking for Got you butt naked in the condo cooking for A nigga like Weezy, please say the baby And just like I'm begging I please all the ladies Ease off the Richtor Scale, lil 'girl Make you feel it in your pussy to your fuckin' fingernails I'm a beast with it baby, you ever had it beasted? Leave that thing pink like Easter Kiss ya on each of ya lips, yep all four of 'em Dammn, shawty just won't let go of 'em She gon' need more of 'em, I leave that thing wetter I beat that thing up and then I kiss it 'till it's better Watcha Gonna DoI be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin', "Do you want it Timb?" Nigga, playa hater sayin', "Who the hell is him?" I'm in the back, gleamin' from all that virgin gem Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin' Timb I'm over capac'y when it come to makin' them beats Me and Missy makin' y'all, move y'all feets Makin' y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat That's watcha gonna expect, comin' from my crew Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too I know that's too much for you to handle dude Now ask yourself what Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? When they come in the spot, dem wanna jock Dem nasty boy lookin' around, with big cocks Them girls be plottin' on how to get the rocks So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops What they gon' say? Don't wan' play Get 'em in the club, ahh, smokin' on hay When I'm in my ride, people walkin' by Pistol by my side, in case dem wan' try Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? I be gettin' in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe Better get all my dough, pluckin' the hair in my nose It's official I'm a pimp, 'cause my name glows And I'm back to the Yugos Talkin' that junk, you get buried You don't wanna end up in the cemetery Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you In the other hand I got gats that will peel you Watcha gon' say? Watcha gon' do? When I'm in the club, comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker Watcha gon' say? Watcha gon' do? When I'm in the club, and I'm comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfukcer Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Toyz Interlude(Moter Running) Missy: (sigh) (Bell Rings) Missy: Lemme run up in this Pleasure Word get me some toys Throw on this bald cap too so these mothafucka's won't know who I am (Whistling) Woman: This Sha Shay, Welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find suttin'? Missy: Hi, Umm Yeah, I was wonderin' if you carried the Tidal Waves, Butterflies, Bullets, Rabbits, Garold G-Spot, and Mega Blasters Woman: Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the Mega Blasters We are clean out of Mega Blasters Heather Hunter just came in here and brought the last ten Don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em' But she came in here and brought the last ten Mmmm Hmmmm...... Missy: Awww Damn, Ten Woman: Yeah Missy: OK. Ummm, Well Lemme Get.... Woman: Wha-, Wha-, Wha-, Wha-... Hold Up, You-...You Missy Elliot? Cuz you look juss like Missy Elliot You Missy Elliot? Missy: Nah, Nah, Nah, Chill, Chill Woman: Nah, Nah, ya'll got them same teeth Same lips, same hoop earrings You Missy Elliot ain't cha? I ain't gon' tell nobody you in here girl! Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliot? Antonio: Huh? Woman: Come here, come here! Antonio: Daaaaaamn! This Missy Elliot! Woman: I Told Ya! I Told Ya! Antonio: Oh Shit! Can I get an autograph? Woman: (screams) Missy: Awww, Man! Antonio: Come on, Come on Take a picture by the Tidal Waves! (Camera Flashes) Antonio: Come on, look up, look up Yeah, Yeah, You cool as shit man! Woman: Yeah! Look, thanks for shoppin' at Pleasure World and don't forget yo bag of TOYYYYYZZZZZZZZ! Swat Dat FlySwat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Don't come around here you don't want no problems This the kinda beat biters wanna borrow Superman ain't even got these kinda powers Make a hottest rapper rap sound wack and sour ?? like flowers got me ?? I can kick a freestlye all the way till tomorrow Call me a chubby chick slim my narrow Better aim for ya brains like a bow and arrow Freshly dressed see me apparel My dimonds come down like an April shower Sing my raps like a Christmas carol Tongue shoot bullets from a head of a barrel I got a clean version for the kids ?? More controversy than a 50 in jail Before you wanna battle better throw in ya towel Not my goodies better go to Ciara Swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly I rock mics rhymes tight I just might Change music ya'll fools ya'll lose sight I make records and breakin' records while ya'll bite Oh yeah you messin' wit the M to the I My karats so bright they make light For no price you try Miss you lose life This flight is first class I must fly Lambos and ?? whips I gotta buy Oh my my my I multiply My dimonds come down like an April shower Sing my raps like a Christmas carol Tongue shoot bullets from a head of a barrel I got a clean version for the kids ?? More controversy than a 50 in jail Before you wanna battle better throw in ya towel Not my goodies better go to Ciara Swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that fly Swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly One Minute Man(Video)[Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. [Missy] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night, for a long time So start countin' away [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no.. [Missy] Tonight I'ma give it to you, do it to you I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes) Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, uhh, uhh It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin, so get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires [Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man [Trina] Uh, uh You know lil' mama ain't with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job Cause I'm looking for a man to make me say God (GOD!) I'm off glass and you know this I'll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can't beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? [Missy](Trina) Break me off, break-break me off Break-break me off Show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got Break-break me off, break-break me off Izzy izzy ahh - amended versionI pulls up in my strech, I let my homegirls flex my 9-8 Close and closer they follow in my Limo, playin' CD's Of when I used to heeehee totally in my ass chicks They sweat these beets, for any kinda jeeps, you know how I is, so freakin' hot that I siz, geewiz, get my clothes taylored Like I'm liz, miz, I'm comin' for your ass in a min, seconds or hours Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers, I cruise these beets like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer, some of ya'll MC's mad I got the power I hit you with the pll pmm uhh Take that, niggas wanna step well um uhh take That, what mmm uh uh take that Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe Timberland where you get the doe I'ma get my niggas Niggas go and get ya hoes Flows to me, come so natural I'ma take a stroll role this high droll I'ma take my ass to pazzaz and essoh Slow oh down diggy diggy doh Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me You never heard beats like this before When me and timberland walk throught the door Our style be tighter then before You like our steelo You never heard beats like this before When me and timberland walk through the door Our style be tighter then before You like our steelo Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Zizah zizah zizah Don’t Be Comin’ (In My Face)[Verse 1] You never know a good thing till I'm gone You'll be spending many many nights home alone You won't be seeing me around your way No No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay [Hook] Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me [Verse 2] You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seeing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door [Hook] Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me [Verse 3] To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello [Hook] Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me [Verse 4] I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Bad Man (Diplo remix)[Intro: Vybz Kartel] Yo, what some more feel like Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel [Missy Elliott] WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] What dem do dem rude badman (Badman) Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman) Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman) If dem (?) boy play badman Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!) Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!) What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal) Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal) Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!) When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!) Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Missy Elliott)] Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!) When mi a come up don't stand up just run Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom (BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!) AK rifle this mi long gun Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!!) Bulletproof buss up like a condom General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal [Bridge: Missy Elliott (Vybz Kartel)] Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel) [Verse 3: M.I.A. (Missy Elliott)] (Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play Dem nuh worry mi when they say They nuh like mi mi nuh like they I be wilder than Tim McVeigh Fuck 'em all and that's what I say Now I see that it ain't easy Everyone plays a part in our day Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!) Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes) Some people are rude on the low though Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] HA!!! Fire baby!!! [Outro: Missy Elliott] Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye Buck dem down, buck dem down... Wake Up (Ratatat remix)[Missy Elliott] Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the blacks Hope you bought a spare for your flat Can't accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like jill and jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willis cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but don't feel it thou ain't realest Yah just sweet meat in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not xena heat'll sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to preach yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You ain't gotta cellular phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a drag in make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Anita Baker I love Jacobs, but jewelry won't fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, and checkout hot imade my paper Hip hop don't stop be my lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers And like a elevator dj on a cross fader Black people wake up or see yah ass lata [Chorus] [Verse 3 Jay-Z (Missy Elliott)] I need rims that dont listen and a boomin system First piece of change i see im gon' get one 7 45 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it (Rewind) I can hear myself but i can't feel myself I wanna feel myself like Tweet 7 45 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it Couple of karats in my ear won't hurt Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt Evisujeans cover the rectum i kick game just like david beckham Anybody in my way i wet them Ima be this way until the cops come catch em To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections Till i got taught a lesson Couple niggas gone couple in correction Hillary got ten todd got fifteen nigga even my kin Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen Hope you dont start yah life where i end WAKE UP [x15] [Chorus] 9th Inning - With Timbaland(Intro - Timbaland) Yeah, yeah, check this (1st Verse - Missy Elliot) Now I'm in the 9th inning Thought I fell off ain't quite finished Yeah I'm 'bout to put my foot in it Talk with it, walk with it, I'm no gimmick 2012 there'll be no games Real rap, real pause, I'm not playing Haters you all lame, you ain't miss a thing I'm a beast in the booth, I'm just saying I make 'em wanna get low Duck with it, buck with it, let's go Every time I spit a rhyme it's a sick flow You newcomers better sit back and take note This here my time. Here I come, better run take what's mine About to let off like a tech nine This rhyme gon' make 'em push rewind Yeah I'm so hot Up on the charts, number one spot See me when I drop and I won't flop Missy never stop got the music game on lock When I get served You third, you second but I come first Flip my verse like I flip birds I'm fine, Yes Sir (Chorus) We hitmakin', hitbreakin', party shakin', innovating Groundbreakin', sole creatin'. We be the most anticipated Hitmakin', hitbreakin', party shakin', innovating Groundbreakin', sole creatin'. We be the most anticipated (2nd Verse - Timbaland) Now I'm in the 9th inning N***** think I fail when I'm still winnin' So I've been gone for a hot minute I love this shit, that's why I gotta gift in it F*** n***** get fly N**** can't talk with a gun in his mouth N****s b**** up and they run in their house I can smell bulls*** when they walk by Heard that old saying yo "Never ever cross a one day, give ya most" Never ever act funny for the white folk I'm a big fish remember you a tadpole I like Lady Gaga. Why you let a n**** do your whole album? Where you think that fake producer got ya style from?! Come f*** with a n****, watch the outcome Ain't no real artists Wack talent get in, real starvin' All you hear in music is a chorus Well that's okay Timmy back in the story (Chorus) (During Chorus - Missy Elliot) Y'all can't be serious We break records, I done told y'all How many of y'all got a catalogue this long? Don't worry, I'll wait! (3rd Verse - Missy Elliot) Down to the 9th inning I'm the real deal, y'all pretendin' Years later my songs still spinnin' I do record deals no less than ten milli My hits be yay long My songs go on like a marathon Get ghost, get gone, you a dum-dum Better round here, come on biters like a python When I act fly When I act like you better than a M-I Shakin' em, bakin' em all like a bean pie Takin' em, burnin' em down like I'm left Left Eye Futuristic Y'all can pack it up, I done ripped it When you say my name call me Miss Bitch I make the next chick run to the exit Yeah I got a Sixth Sense I'm makin' this a movie like a Netflix I'm on the guest list, on the check list I'm the flyest chick, now tell me who the best is?! Elliot be the name Elliot back in the game Elliot hit 'em with a BANG! Bring the hook back in Timbaland (Chorus) (Missy Elliot during chorus) Did y'all forget?! I think they forgot! They think we done All we do is make hits?! (Outro - Missy Elliot) And if you want a hit? Maybe we'll return your call Don't call collect (Operator Voice) You have a collect call from... (Dial Tone) Act A Fool[Intro] This is, an exclusive Suckas... Let's go! [Verse 1] We don't stop till we done with it, done with it We gon' come and have fun with it, fun with it Tonight we goin' ghetto, whaaat! Get a drink-drink in our cups Go ahead let me see that donkey Watch me I'ma show my monkey Say we gon' turn that party down, we gon' turn that party down Let me see all the ladies with the real hair Let me see all the ladies with the fake hair It don't matter if you're short or taller Hands up if you're looking for a baller Hands up if you're looking for a baller Show your number payboy gonna call her Cause You got that, and we want that Dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat [Chorus] Tonight we find that, act a fool Give up while I'm all on you Like when you touch all my body Like when you touch all my body (yeah!) Come and dance with me tonight Promise I got what you like Like when you touch all my body Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu body (c'mon) [Verse 2] Hey shorty where you live (L.A!) Hey shorty where you from (V.A!) Where da get it crack, cracking (New York!) Where to get it pop, poppin' (D.C!) Miami, Orleans, Atlanta, wave your bandannas, hey We be flossing everyday We be flossing everyday Well this one for my fellas in the whips Drop top sounds system in the whips For when ya down go turn it up Boom, boom, boom let it thump in the truck We gon get drunk till we bend out the slums See the girls moving they lump diddy lumps Pop that, pop that, we gone rock that Mr. DJ, could you bring the hook back [Chorus] Tonight we find that, act a fool Give up while I'm all on you Like when you touch all my body Like when you touch all my body Come and dance with me tonight Promise I got what you like Like when you touch all my body Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu body (woop woop) [Verse 3] Pull over, my ass to fat Your bitch wanna be like me, too bad Can't be me i'm supa dupa Bet a 100 dollars, ain't a bitch cuter Bet a 100 dollars, ain't a bitch cuter Bet a 100 dollars, ain't a bitch cuter We gon turn that party down We gon turn that party down. (let's go!) Tonight we gon turn the party down Ladies squat down, turn around We gon show you how to do the duck walk Walk that walk, gon' talk that talk Dusk till dark we gon let the blunt spark Let the blunt spark till dusk till dark We gon, we gon, light it up We gon, we gon, light it up. (yes!) [Chorus] Tonight we find that, act a fool Give up while I'm all on you Like when you touch all my body Like when you touch all my body Come and dance with me tonight Promise I got what you like Like when you touch all my body Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu body 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Vocal Remix)Yall get that Yall get that Yall get that Y'all im on fire Get that Get that y'all im on fire The parties jumping Get that Get it right Y'all im on fire Yo, this is for my mother f*cking clubs, y'all feel me People, gangsters an hips, and people smokin that lethal reefa Smokin the club, speakers are hissin, bassin We dont, need anythin, droppin, leave us, sweat till i catch it People, call me the fearless diva, y'all im on fire People, go in and drink up, get in the club, get f*cked up See me, ya got it, look up, someone to touch it, what about, show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks The parties jumpin I see something fine Boy i wanna kiss you But im just too shy Let me dance with you Let me wear you out Cos tha grassa always due Lets go exit out The musics banging, way down in my soul When u dance behind me I lose all control Let my cry my hips Let me move my waste Let the music come home And take my breath away This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My mother f*cking people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My ecstasy'ing people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down I'm at the bar now And im buying drinks And i got this feeling And its all over me I wanna dance with you And lick your face Let me on the dance floor This face is ecstasy The body's right now And i'm about to score Mr dj can you, play this joint once more Cos i see the man i want I want it right away I lick him right in his face And say dance with me This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My mother f*cking people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My ecstasy'ing people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down Freak that (x12) Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Gonna another track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh freak that Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Gonna another track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Can't stand When a nigga f*ckin up my plans All night lickin when we tryin to dance Drunk and his breath stinks Gettin freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth Like he got a friend Can't stand Wanna bitch, y'all on my side I don't even know and she all up in my life Givin me the side eye Like she wanna fly ie Feel me over bitch, better get it right Can't stand When a nigga f*cking up the song Im just tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin up the same shit all night long I forgot that all my titties gone Can't stand When it ain't jumpin like i want Ya'll just tryin to stop my fun Take away my blunt I don't give a f*ck Ain't gonna take away my fun Seeing when this shit is over, we gonna run This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My mother f*cking people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My ecstasy'ing people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down Yah, get it right Get that Y'all im on fire Get that Get that The parties jumpin Get that Y'all im on fire Get that The parties jumpin Get that Get that Get it right Get that Get that Hot Boyz (amended version)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me [Lil' Mo] What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself Can I move wit?you, do you need some help I cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardballs wit?them Platinum Visa's [Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit?some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardball wit?them Platinum Visa's [Missy] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin?You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?These diamonds I抦 needin? make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) [Missy] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? [Lil' Mo'] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that ExC'mon, let's get Pop in love I know you pop-you-lar Admitted the club But I just want to toss you up Before I Swallow you whole I need to wash it down Tell your girls Avion indulge you to hang out +Intoxicate me+ Free your mind Free my mind Freak all night It's evident When two worlds collide Your twice as hot Wet through The new extras Get you by in life High on life I wonder what Life would be like If no more Women were dykes And trick hard at low prices It's a cold, cold world (Yeah) How do we relieve that stress (Ex) You know Pop them thangs To get extra horny baby girl You on one You can't ignore me Rule and Missy-E How you love that With I-G It's Murda I-N-see, nigga Hey (Hey boy) Get me high tonight Take me away (Take me) Come inside my world Come ectasy (Ectasy) Let me show you love Between you and me Let me love you boy You want freak I love a lot of excitement I excite men I make 'em dirty and trifling I, been known to leave 'em frightening Stifling all in love By the end of the night And I, want a big "Don John" To pop a few woodies And make the john last long Ex, now you can serve that 'cause no doubt it's murda Ya heard that Now that you got my feeling High to Heaven, knows Tight as the pussy holes So, Lord knows It stick to your ex-o Them hoes To freak shows You know how it goes Comin out of my clothes I'm coming outta my clothes You better, dick me down Then uh, turn me round Then uh, lay me down 'Cause uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule) Yo, I scream your name tonight You know how it goes Comin' out of my clothes You know how it goes Comin' out of my clothes You got me high as a kite Feel like doing something freaky tonight When I think about you and me Feels good when your sexing me I'm coming outta my clothes You better, dick me down Then uh, turn me round Then uh, lay me down 'Cause uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule) Yo, I scream your name tonight What U Say[Missy Elliott] I've been through it all before That nigga ain't c'mon back thru my door I couldn't help it, anymore So all your messages I'll ignore [LaTocha Scott] You made me believe, that I was your everything And then you turn and leave me with none [ohh yah] Now I stay here crying every night Wishing you were here with me, but you can't be [both - hook] No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! [Missy Elliott] I used to think I was in love But now I now that I wasn't You treated me, like dirt But it's you thatz gonna get hurt No let me tell you!!!!! That you had better get out Cuz supposibly you never loved me And now I don't need that ohh!! [both - hook] No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! [LaTocha Scott-bridge] No matter how many times you lied I just kept coming back for more Back for more, back for more!!!! [Missy Elliott] Well we are through with your lies Gonna wipe the tears from my eyes You should have looked inside But now I don't got da time [both - hook] No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! [Missy] It's over now Pass That Dutch - Respect M.E. VersionListen up everyone, we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be, heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound, "Who-di-whoo" Run for cover muthafucka Woo, ah daddy, ooh, ah, oh, ooh Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Ah, ooh) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Whoo) Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (He, he, he) I'm a pain in your rectum I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme splitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happenin' Hypnotic in my drink (That's right) Shake ya ass till it stink (That's right) Mr. Mos' on the beat (That's right) Put it down for the streets (That's right) (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Come on pass the Dutch, baby (Ah) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ah) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Number one drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show 'em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop, woop) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear, "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause Thank you, oh thank you, you all are so wonderful (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Come on pass the Dutch, baby (Ah) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ah) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Listen up muthafuckas You have five seconds to catch your breath Five, four, three, two, one Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream, now my voice is lost (Who-di-whoo) Can I get a ride on the white horse? (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Come on pass the Dutch, baby (Ah) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ah) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Pop that Pass tha Dutch, baby Jiggle that fat Ching-A-Ling (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)The party is ending at 2 am, so whatever you must do, do it now Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, (this is) Thirsty, baby bring it over here (a Missy exclusive) Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (crazy baby) See my money maker, do my money maker (serious man) (Reversed) (let's go) M-I-S-E Missy be a freak Sex so good, I can freak you in my sleep Ice on my sleeve, I can make a room freeze Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks Dudes don't speak when they look at my physique French on my feet, cost about fifty I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a tree I'm Ahamed Ali, 'cause I can sting like a bee Whatchu know about that So cute and fat Let him hit it once, and watch the dude come back 'Cause the back so stacked, it's like sittin' on a jack Missy be a mack nigga, that's a true fact Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here (whatchu know about that) See my money maker, do my money maker See my money maker, do my money maker (Reversed)(I like this) Big things pop, little things stop If you talk a lot in your mouth you get socked Miss don't flop, 'cause I'm a get the props (come on) House on the water, Aston Martin in the lot Look at my watch, cost a whole lot So iced out, you can't see it tick-tock Yeah I'm so hot, and I can't be topped Artist drop down like Michael Jackson socks Got the game locked, make your body rock If Missy ain't on it, then ya song don't knock You might get mopped like a floor So don't walk You don't need to spit, unless you live what you talk (let's go) Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here (whatchu know about that) See my money maker, do my money maker See my money maker, do my money maker (serious mannn) (Reversed) Missy switch it up, do ya damn thang Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang Talk that slang, gon' head and let it bang Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King Boom, boom, shing I shine like bling, bling Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane My flow so mean, if you know what I mean So fresh and clean, you can call me Irish Spring Whatchu know about that Shit, talk like exlax, if ya game wack Then you ain't sayin' jack Just like that ya ass'll get axed 'Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here (crazy) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here (new Missy) See my money maker, do my money maker See my money maker, do my money maker (Reversed) This is serious man Soft hook Whatchu know about that Whatchu know about that Whatchu know about that Now whatchu know about that Hot Boyz (DJ Tomekk’s 2funky remix) (feat. Nas & Eve)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me [Lil' Mo] What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself Can I move wit?you, do you need some help I cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardballs wit?them Platinum Visa's [Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit?some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardball wit?them Platinum Visa's [Missy] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin?You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?These diamonds I抦 needin? make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) [Missy] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? [Lil' Mo'] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that Hot Boyz (DJ Tomekk remix)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me [Lil' Mo] What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself Can I move wit?you, do you need some help I cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardballs wit?them Platinum Visa's [Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit?some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardball wit?them Platinum Visa's [Missy] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin?You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?These diamonds I抦 needin? make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) [Missy] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? [Lil' Mo'] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that Take Away (album version)(Missy) You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you) Take away, your gold and platinum chains (and I'm gonna love you baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..) (Ginuwine) Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world Can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains (Missy) + (Ginuwine) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last babyyy) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (we become so attached baby that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh) (computer voice) Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime (Missy) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last Take Away (radio edit)(Missy) You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you) Take away, your gold and platinum chains (and I'm gonna love you baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..) (Ginuwine) Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world Can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains (Missy) + (Ginuwine) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last babyyy) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (we become so attached baby that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh) (computer voice) Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime (Missy) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last I’ve Changed (feat. Lil’ Mo) - InterludeYes I've changed again, baby Changed.. changed.. Changed, the games, that I, used to play Play.. leavin when I stay Woo! Ohhh, ooooh, baby I've changed - I said that I've changed I said I've changed - the games, ain't the same They ain't the same I've changed - the pressure wasn't greatener On the, other, siiiiide-ide-ide-ide [Missy + (Mo)] Aight aight aight Mo chill (cause I know I've changed) Yo Mo (I know I've changed, baby I swear I'm changed) Yo Mo chill (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Yo chill, you singin like you You singin like you in church raisin money (I've changed) For some choir rows or somethin (I've changed, I've changed) You changed? I'm bout to change to a new track (ohhh- You Don’t Know MeYou give your hand to me and then you say hello And i can hardly speak my heart is beating so And anyone can tell you think you know me well But you don't know me No you don't know the one who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips and longs to hold you tight To you I'm just a friend that's all i've ever been No you don't know me For I never knew the art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy I let my chance go by The chance you might have loved me too You give your hand to me and then you say good bye I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy To never never know the one who loves you so No you don't know me (Music Break) You give your hand to me and then you say good bye I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy To never never know the one who loves you so No you don't know me Bus-A-Bus (feat. Busta Rhymes) - InterludeYes in deed yes in deed out this mothafucka Back with the right foot steppin' in first And the left foot steppin' in after I go by the divine attribute of bus a bus down suttin' Other wise known as busta motha fucking rhymes Out this bitch you know I mean 'Cause I'm in the spot love it When a bitch kiss up on a mafucka I love it the way when I piss up on a mafucka Mafucka they need to chill relax What yaw need to do is listen up mafucka So as we begin to get you addictive to the shit Thats so addictive make sure you got your Peoples with you, you know one of your peoples That stay sober you know to make sure You get home safely 'cause We about to take it there mafucka's Miss. E Missdameanor Elliot so addictive GET UR FREAK ON (HELVETICAN REMIX)[Verse 1] Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest 'round I told y'all motherfuckers, y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now, I'm lastin' twenty rounds And if you want me (nigga) then come on, get me now Is you with me now? Then biggie, biggie bounce I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style Holla People sing around Now people gather 'round, now people jump around [Chorus] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Verse 2] Is that your chick? People you know Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago What tha dilly yo? Now what tha drilly yo? If you wanna battle me then (nigga) let me know Holla Got to feel it, son Lemme throw you some (maut mujhko) People, here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun [Chorus] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Verse 3] Quiet! (Shhh) Hush your mouth, silence when I spit it out In your face, open your mouth, give you a taste Holla Ain't no stoppin' me, copy written so don't copy me Y'all do it sloppily and y'all can't come close to me I know you feel me now, I know you hear me loud I scream it loud and proud, Missy gon' blow it down People gon' play me now, in and outta town 'Cause I'm the best around with this crazy style [Chorus] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Outro] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Teary eyed - without mommy interludeTwo thousand five!! There will be no room for y'all with no originality WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO You're, the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one, from the places I've come The sad songs, I've sung, all the times I've been stung Boy you, bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I cain't, allow these tears I've cried The emptiness inside, that left me so petrified Tried to keep, love alive, but I became too tired Cause you, bring the worst out of me And, I wish I coulda changed the way things have gone And start life and do it now maybe once again (YES!) I don't know when or where but somethin must have went wrong And all I have to sayyyy, is now... When I sing this song I get so tear-y eyed Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you But look what you've, done, to me I, comprimised all my time And rearranged my life, to make sure you was fine Cause our love, was on the line, and I became so unkind Cause you, brought the worst out of me (you brought the Worst out of me) This is, how the story goes (WOO!) The others want to know, when it's out of control You work, and you work, but someone gets hurt And I guess, that, be, me Teary Eyed (ATFC Drumdub)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Teary Eyed (Sugardip club)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Teary Eyed (Sugardip Morning After mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Teary Eyed (ATFC club mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Teary Eyed (Maurice Joshua club mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Teary Eyed (Maurice Joshua Beats)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Teary Eyed (Tiefschwarz dub)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Teary Eyed (Tiefschwarz club mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) Fuck Y’all Niggas* the same song appears on the outsidaz "night life" ep Intro Yeah, rah digga once again, about to set it on niggas Representing for all my bitches across the globe Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon... Chorus 1 (rah digga) Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas) Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas) Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas) Fuck all y'all niggas (fuck all y'all niggas) Verse 1 (rah digga) All my bitches that had it up to here We about to make changes coming in the new year Say fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas) Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas) Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers Fuck y'all niggas (fuck y'all niggas) Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas) Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money Chanel money, nike and adidas shell money Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels Chorus 1 Chorus 2 (young zee) Fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches) Fuck all y'all bitches (fuck all y'all bitches) I don't trust y'all bitches (don't trust y'all bitches) So fuck y'all bitches (fuck y'all bitches) Verse 2 (young zee) On my room ceiling, i got mad mirrors built in So when i fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the hilton Fake dime hoes, you give 'em alizé You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away Y'all lame gucci bitches (fake gucci bitches) Stink coochi bitches (stink coochi bitches) My niggas pop girls up in back of zee's truck But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding? I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling Tell your girls 'fuck everyone of us' Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust Drop your drawers, come slop my balls You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and i... Let your pretty ass run loose And go distract the cops while your ass go 'boost!' Chorus 1 Chorus 2 Chorus 1 Chorus 2 The Nigga In Me[Intro] Y'all must be out y'all muthafuckin' minds It's the nigga in me (x4) You must've bumped yo muthafuckin' head It's the nigga in me (x4) They gon' read it and weep They wanna wake a sleepin' giant that ain't even asleep Playin' w/ my 70s, and my PS3 I kept hearin' my name, I said let me see "The bitch might be a nigga, for reala, she Rah Digga" [Verse 1] What the fuck man? This guy, you barely caught a meal short of fish fry Think I'm lettin' this fly, Fat Trel can kiss my Global rap ass, he barely out of D.C Tried to look him up, he ain't even got a wiki On his records gettin' cheeky, tryna throw some shee shee I'm right at the door, like when a dog's gotta pee pee Some say it's beneath me, I should be the bigger artist But this what happens when you get a nigga get started The veterans, I love the referange I love to talk slick, I love to reprimand Dudes sayin' my name, I come like candy man Made Nightmare on E Street, more like Candy land Have them rhymes you be spittin', sound like Rhythm and Blues Mel Gibson, what he did to them Jews This Waka Flocka mixed with Choppa, done forgot what Rah Digga could do Such a lady and I'm still more nigga than you "You remind me of Rah Digga A bitch rappin' like a nigga Or was it a nigga rappin' like a bitch?!" [Verse 2] Y'all invoked that spirit, and them raw ass lyrics From the only female too raw to compare it To most of these rap dudes that claim they so street I don't think I'm that rough, I think niggas too sweet Soccer mom harder than y'all, man that's pitiful Now I understand why rap is so ridiculed Went up on twitter, and I found these jokers Sits em on my next chapter, sit em down like Oprah I'm like Yo Gabba Gabba, this no laughin' matter This grown woman swagger, to you monkey rap bastards Keep it in your own bracket, don't get too erratic This Hunger Games shit, I use you for practice Fuck is you creatin', son, a whole generation Of some, hey horton, skateboardin', worshippin' satan asses Bingin' on drugs, somebody get me the gloves I don't think they need deals man, I think they need hugs And I was trying to support this young black man It's too bad you probably lost your only black fan From now on, keep anointing ointment and ??? Take it any further, and you might catch a backhand [Outro] BITCH See, you don't have to like me You don't gotta listen to my shit But you will respect me Bitch! Imperial[Chorus: Rah Digga] Flipmode the Imperial You know you love it when you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo' Blow! [Verse 1: Rah Digga] It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner The only shit poppin like White Castle or the diner Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli Livin off the interest Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers Chorus [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Ay yo yo yo Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll Spray niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all Trample niggas like y'all Make examples outta niggas like y'all Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas like y'all Fight for niggas like y'all Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin Lysol You know we be the ultimate We fuckin with some other shit And when we hit y'all Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick Chorus (Busta Rhymes) A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit (Rah Digga) Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits? Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit (Busta Rhymes) Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit (Rah Digga) Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy (Busta Rhymes) Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular (Rah Digga) Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya Longest runnin shit since the Phantom of the Opera (Busta Rhymes) Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya (Rah Digga) First and only female unmatched by anyone Rip it from old school to the next millennium Chorus Tight[Intro: Rah Digga] Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz Shit tight, down to the coochie Yeah, check it [Verse 1] And I say what's tight Cause a sister write rhymes all day and all night Dwelling South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem In seclusion, using fake pseudonyms Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs With doo rags hangin from my pockets [Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to paediatrics (Early lessons) rappers like you were straight vixen So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive Off of five two fives, disguise the camouflage I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors For takin' mad niggas titles! Wetter than a reservoir; lurking in the bushes Striking blows like Chesimard code-name Hasana Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana [Hook] Now, who be writin rhymes all night Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight [Verse 2: Rah Digga] A black queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap very tight liquor got me different Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's I write these tight buttas, creme de la guttas Call me Sheik Digga Plotting over loops like the eight figures Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God What that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over See me in the camel Range Rover Chop, and I won't stop for Jake And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate Now show you the way to blow, better than I tell you Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls [Hook] [Verse 3] Who's the tightest I rock with laryngitis Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest So don't try me cause I be the bitch, I swear I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair Yeah, I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid Cause I get you open like the comin of the Pope When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit Peace, peace, peace to niggas I rhyme wit My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin' We pros, I decompose any rapper to the bone Down to they X and Y chromosome So see my name tagged in bold or italics Bow, bitch, cause I'll be the only one salvaged Number one imported like Beck's Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX [Hook] [Outro] Tight, tight, aight And the plans is tight Tight, tight, tight Tight, tight, aight And the plans is tight Tight [Busta] One, two, three, bo Party & Bullshit 2003[Intro: Rah Digga] + (Just Blaze) (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it [Verse 1: Rah Digga] We 'gon take this through the roof See me on the move checkin cats like who's who Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks See me cruisin until that my six is wipped And we off to the races (Say what?!) Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand Mami fly, watch your man Me takin loses I be damn What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs) And we stay in the flossin game See me on the front line like G.I. Jane Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin [Chorus] Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit [Verse 2: Rah Digga] I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank Love is love ma leave it at that You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu Keepin up with me how souped is you?! Boy state your purpose get on down Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!) Pullin up to my bumper baby Body language somethin crazy Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what Only been here a minute cats startin it up Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Come one come all we 'gon have a ball Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!) [Chorus: Rah Digga] Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit [Bridge: Rah Digga] + (Just Blaze) Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it [Verse 3: Rah Digga] It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader Come on drop it like a hot potato Everybody let's percolator (Come on!) Fellas in the club lookin righteous With a tight chest I think I might just Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac In the system watch mami straight throw it back Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down Digga Digga is crazy right now [Chorus: Rah Digga] Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit [Outro: Just Blaze] + (Rah Digga) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) Break FoolYeah Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, Yall Ah Shit Bricks [Verse 1] See me on the block with the chromed out drop Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top 'Tight' rippin through tha hood Blow up the whole spot With tha system TV All Mine EASY!! Working the scene on the quest for lime green Steady puffin on brown just for the time being Battle raps on cock I get all up in your anus (yea!) Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans Say fuck yall!! Groupies Do me TRULY Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givens Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin [Hook] This for my niggas and bitches making moves In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it This for my niggas and bitches makin moves In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools Say flood it up (Flood it up) Whip it up (Whip it up) Smoke it up (Smoke it up) Trick it up (Trick it up) [Verse 2] VIP area Certain heads get in Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in Weed on delivery, everybody chip in Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen!' Got a crib, got a whip, high heels, and tight jeans My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos After one or two drinks be ready to act fool! Now, this for my real live underground cats Who be checkin for the rhymes Not checkin for the track Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack Say fuck that! Fuck that! Fuck that! Fuck that! My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights Ya'll motherfuckers crazy tell him 'Get the dick' Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick [Hook] This for my niggas and bitches makin moves In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it This for my niggas and bitches makin moves In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools Say flood it up (Flood it up) Whip it up (Whip it up) Smoke it up (Smoke it up) Trick it up (Trick it up) [Verse 3] For those who want to whip it For those who want to flood it For those who want to buy it For those who want to dub it For those who want the sexy For those who want the rugged Say Digga DIGGA Hardcore Love it! Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters For those who want to smoke it For those who want to trick it For those who want to hate me Niggas know where they can stick it [Hook 2x] This for my niggas and bitches makin moves In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it This for my niggas and bitches makin moves In the day you play it cool, by night you break fools Say flood it up (Flood it up) Whip it up (Whip it up) Smoke it up (Smoke it up) Trick it up (Trick it up) Do the Ladies Run This[Hook] [Rah Digga] Do the ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!) Do the ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!) Put it down for the bitches all across the map All the real live bitches all across the map Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead [Verse 1: Sonja Blade] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm on the roll like butter Flow gutter, fuck what a bitch going through Do or die is what you gon' do I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed With my skills stay on your toes like high heels And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes See me in the tube in the views to interludes Never see me in the nude, Blade gon' bend the rules Lock the street coming through with more rocks than Pete I'm into jewels I will not repeat Y'all obsolete, Sonya Blade y'all It's murder when they drop the beat I spit it once I'm hungry spit at lunch One take, I hate boxes so I don't punch I got a hunch, y'all figure Y'all gon stop my figgas Get on some rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga But these my niggas so please my niggas Stop the Blade from where you don't know nann nigga [Hook] [Verse 2: Eve] Yo, yo now why y'all wanna make me get raw This bitch gon split ya, get tha picture Call yourselves emcees, titles don't even fit ya How they gonna stop us Digga? Try-na shine, the rest of them bitches Is past tense and out of time Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered When real bitches get to rockin', heads knockin' All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin' All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, I'm eyein' the crib E-V-E spell it out when you speak about her The only one out the bunch to hate The rest gon crowd around her Majority rules, it's our time, back the fuck up Cause the shit you sayin' out your mouth Make me crack the fuck up Laugh hard cause we pass y'all so dash broad Lay my shit by myself in the booth While y'all need flash cards [Hook] [Verse 3: Rah Digga] Yeah, check it out now Like that y'all Watch me sink three points Smash your whole LP with just my lead joint It's the rhyme super bitch gon' stay forever wildin' Smooth with the pen, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot shit Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic Smash your clique in Y'all niggas only heard tidbits I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted One-two, one-two Your whole crew I dismantle Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals With drogues to spark wait for shows to start My put my niggas down if they know their parts Caramel give 'em hell from Bricks to Anadel Rappers try-na compete get ate like Samuel By a sister who twist a few L's rip it dually The song say It Ain't My Fault like Mystikal [Hook 2x] Bitch Gonna Get Ya[Afro Samurai Resurrection sample] He is not even worthy to die, by your hands And wicked hands, ahhh But with him, will not bring him peace My professor *screams* Damn! [Rah Digga] A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya And it ain't gon' be pretty, now let me paint the picture So we can do it hit style, by whipping out the slammers Or we can go medieval, with spear, shanks and hammers Now anyway you want it, a bitch is gonna get ya You playing Daredevil, I'mma be that bitch Elektra Now you can't even measure, you such a pretty gal A dropkick from me feeling like a fifty cal' A bitch is gonna get ya, this really could get dirty Box cutter in heels, seals thirty thirties You wanna call my bluff, ya'll nowhere near tough My shank turn furry Kangols to some earmuffs Make 'em all scatter like roaches A bitch is gonna get ya, now who is that approaching Somebody trynna see me, these jokers miss the memo They better about face, 'fore they going out the window A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya I'm jumping in your whip like that crazy ass Hitcher Sliced ear to ear like F.U. haters Except you ain't getting saved by no Caped Crusaders Saying to yourself, yeah that bitch crazy Think Green River Killer mixed in with John Gacy Your hits don't phase me, they make me laugh Now watch me go smack a bitch with my period pad I said a bitch is gonna get ya, but ya'll already knew that I catch another body every time I write a new rap How many of ya'll can do that, you know it's only one of me All of ya'll for cop shifty, ya'll just some wannabes A bitch is gonna get ya, you know a bitch coming It's not T-Pain, when you hear that thing humming Fully automatic, coming right out the spinner Call it lead lipo, make that ass look thinner A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya A bitch is gonna get ya, like Wendy with the gossip, or even Miss Info With all her little topics, little blogging Yeah, ya'll all know, trynna match O stacking all that Harpo dough That chick with McCain, since Hilary out the picture, how can I put it bluntly A bitch is gonna get ya, Digga Digga Say peace when you see her, that ready to beat her, shit gets uglier A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya A bitch is gonna get ya, a bitch is gonna get ya A bitch is gonna get ya, bitch I'm gon' get ya Bitch I'm gon' get ya... Girl Samurai Lullaby[Chorus: Dionna Nichelle] Silly little girl, in a men's world, wish I could fly Dilly lilly pearl, caught up in a twirl, of a butterfly Ladadadadi, ladadadada, wish I could fly Silly little girl, caught up in this world, of lullaby [Rah Digga] See when the, mics go on, the lights go on It's like Muhammad Ali, and Tyson sparring I take a, stab at you, a jab at you I do 'em, Carrey style, I make 'em laught at you Try me, ain't nothing worse than a little defeat From trying to weak a sleeping giant that ain't even asleep I'm not your ordinary shorty, I be bobbing and weaving Don't even give me no excuses, just to knock a few teeth in Bust a shot like it's semen, you do not want to see it Have you in predicaments, you do not wanna be in The last man to try, the last man to die Wiggle my toes, then turn to the last samurai Move, who not to scare to die, we runnin' wit our spears To the sky, screaming Bis Mi Allah So please be advised, cuz she's gonna light up the trails Better listen to them old wise tales [Chorus] [Rah Digga] Without warning, shit could get real appaling And invalid, don't even know what to call it S.I.O., or you could call me bad business Talking eyes, while your boys in the hood, down to menace The skull smasher, basher, chicken head mangler Then use you as a tool for my misplaced anger The dude ripper, cuz they don't even see me come out I blind side 'em, 'fore they can even get they guns out Now who next to try, who next to die What you call fighting for your life, I call exercise Huh, coming through, looking like Lucy Liu Whipping shanks out, running down the block, WHOODI-WHO Ooh, you acting all intusive, we rolling kinda deep Up in this piece, now don't be foolish Don't make a sister lose it, that would not be condusive But wouldn't be the first time people die, for something stupid, stupid [Chorus] [Outro: Rah Digga] Here we go, baby, it's Dirty Harriet Digga digga ya'll The Last Word[Rah Digga] This is a story... But not really a story It's just some freestyle shit My name is Rah Digga, and this here is Tha Outsidaz My niggas, tell 'em [Az-Izz] Since I been on television, girls been beggin me to swell the kitten Black or white, when the lights go off, I can't tell the difference Thought you'd impress me, well you didn't I got mad freestyles and hella-written The hottest fella spittin' [Slang Ton] Never quitin', spittin more Outz than eleven innings Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin You better listen [Young Zee] Yeah yeah, I tell a chicken "Zee hurtin' skeezers" Fuck you wit the strength of like thirty Herculeses I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs Stab once or twice then the pussy up for grabs [?] I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad Cut a fag [Slang Ton] And put your brother ash in a duffle bag [Pacewon] Yeah, y'all fall in love wit that, Outsidaz comin Leave ya'll drunk like Olde English 800 Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah dragon in the dungeon [Young Zee] American Werewolf from the Bricks, fuck London Chorus [Rah Digga] Set it off for my heads in Jerz Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve On wit' the swerve, mad bags of herb My Outsida click gon' get the last word [Pacewon] Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nothin' funny Slap you like you stole something from me Yo we got raps by the page like Bill Gates got money *Along w/Rah Digga* First week out we top twenty, grungy [Young Zee] Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured Diss us, watch I pop wheelies without Ninjas [Axe] Bring ya bliggy wit ya for the Brick City niggas Shittin on ya like kitty litter [?] You could do fifty situps, and I don't give a fuck if he bigger I throw a right hook that could drop any nigga Ya'll rock jewels that's Truck like Chevy pickups, TWISTA [Pacewon] All I want is money and my dick sucked Chorus [Az-Izz] Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters While you serve steak platters I'ma die ballin like Hank Gathers [Axe] Axe get the dough like cake batter Pockets stay fatter The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper [Pacewon] Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo Break your team up like Chris Shwartz and Joe Niccolo [Slang Ton] Rippin a beige Volvo, bumpin a Slang promo We sign our autographs, Spell It Out like K-Solo Tha Outz straight to disk, too hot for tape or phono [Rah Digga] Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo's Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo [?Nawshis?] Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no-no Chorus Lessons of TodayRah-rah-rah Digga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out now uh Dirty Harriet! Dirty Harriet! Dirty Harriet! Yeah! Where's my sisters? Where's my sisters? This one's for the brothers The brothers, the brothers Said I be rappin' for da ladies What's up ladies? But this one's for da brothers The brothers, the brothers Yeah check it out now Now I'm the baby in the family And I got three siblings Three older brothers and we trying to make a living So we hustle and we bubble And we coming up fast Ain't gon' never be the same Since mom and pops past The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out All grown up now Nice job, nice clout Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings Walk daddy's footsteps and career same speed Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed (Uh-oh) But something happened on the job, he started snappin' Problems with the wifee, winging out and started cappin' Tried to turn himself in just to make things right Ended up taking flight cause he's not the jail type The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because... Rah Digga...remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because... Rah Digga...remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case Probably cause he wanted to be the baby in the family Drinking with his friends, macking up Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight He used to tell me all the time Don't wet none sis By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich That's when I heard the ill My physical got killed Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough And on the block round the clock Niggas ain't seen nothing Yeah right Never seen a brother more determined or eager Moms and pops couldn't see it Now we not gonna see it either The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because... Rah Digga...remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because... Rah Digga...remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm Some say part depressed some say part deformed Record unclean since his early teens In and out the youth house Playing all the crime scenes Early hangin' with fiends smoking all types of things He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long Bugged out when he was little Now he big that was wrong Little too early had to kick him out the house He just wanted some attention that's what dad was all about He used to bust down the door Moms cry, pops fight Even family counseling couldn't make this shit right Word on the street every body wanna do him ]From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin' Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload? How much longer sis got before the last brother gone OH NO! The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because... Rah Digga...remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because... Rah Digga...remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Rah Digga, rah digga [Outro] Peace y'all this is the first lady of the Flipmode Squad Rah Digga (Uh-huh) I wanna take this time out to say thanks to everybody Who went out and copped my shit For those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy I suggest you go handle your BI Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next Flipmode Squad album (Okay) the Rulership album (Okay) I wanna plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP...Anarchy And I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey) Ya know what I mean? Bricks City all day (Night Life) Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deep Try-na sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever Fuck all y'all alright cause This is me, this is who I be This is my voice and you got no choice And on that note I just wanted to say Cheers to another thousand years Of shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'all Dirty Harriet! But before I forget don't touch that dial y'all Make sure y'all stay tune to check out These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with Just For You[Prelude] All my niggas y'all, Flipmode y'all Flipmode y'all, hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all For my bitches y'all, all my bitches y'all Flipmode y'all, Flipmode y'all Hardcore y'all, raw shit y'all Hardcore y'all, Flipmode y'all [Spliff Star] Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book Fuck around and get shot back of the foot Nigga fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp [Roc Marciano] Shot up my copse, Dirty Harry You stickin me is like niggas fuckin the Virgin Mary [Busta Rhymes] Shit we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and muddy Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody So now I leave your body to rott Where bitches sell they pussy for rock Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot [Baby Sham] Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin your pops [Rampage] You messin wit a rhyme surgeon Trade the GS for the Excursion, heads is turning Flipmode we still mergin [Rah Digga] Now we splurgin in Suburbans Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans Said one for the money and two for mic check And spit a million rhymin words in 240 seconds [Lord Have Mercy] Get three to get your bitch neck, and four to even the score Graveyard shift it's best that y'all believe in the law [Roc Marciano] Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton Suede ballie, shoe steppin do the best that I can can Like Pointer Sisters, who could join the wizard? [Busta Rhymes] Talkin outta place I pick the knife up and cut the tongue Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up [Prelude Background] [Hook] This for my niggas, y'all come get wit us More raw hardcore shit just for you YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU This for my sistas, we know y'all miss us Flipmode got raw shit just for you YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU [Rampage] Before all the plaques and the source awards Y'all niggas wanna dick ride so jump aboard It's a first class ass whippin, Rampage, I ain't trippin Check all the magazine clippins [Spliff Star] Yo I pluck pigeons, get brains in Expeditions Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in I'm not trustworthy like midnight I'm pickin Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens [Lord Have Mercy] Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me Holla mine, any violent times crooks bear malice White collar crime, Columbine, weak clear classes [Roc Marciano] Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mashes ass like Cassius Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic Writin half ass shit, splash kids Poke em with the bassonet in the neck, graphic [Baby Sham] Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I talk Speakin in tongue, with six blocks callin my dun Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung Bangin your drums with hot shit and more to come [Busta Rhymes] But then we manifest the truth The niggas like predictions from the Bible Betrayal for niggas is suicidal [Rah Digga] Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district [Prelude Background] [Hook 2x] Straight Spittin’, Pt. 2This is what I'm dealin', bout to make a killin' off illin off-a hydro Put it on a rapper like they workin out Tae Bo Here to make a statement, not on your game You're gon' catch it like the pavement Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what! My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest My stats stay bubblin' how Pepsi and Sprite is I make a bitch jealous to the point she wanna slice this I fuck a nigga head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch The nicest, on one like unicyclists With pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks Now where you bout to take it? Baby I done took it Some more Digga Digga... shit man, look in here Folks are spittin rhymes unruly MC's for real might catch a hock-ptooie Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what! I push the range on my Pop's Buick Regal Hang wit' cats who known for making drug money legal Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you Heard you like the news, your boys died on motorcycles I spit clean versions for under-aged rugrats I spit for Brick City, where all my real thugs at I spit shit cause I'm in a bad mood For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast food I spit spit spit and make executive decisions I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons And best believe where I'm goin' you're a goner I spit more rhymes than silicone in California I spit spit spit for all them jokers at the pool hall Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool y'all I meditate, say a prayer with my sensei I spit on MTV all the way down to your mixtape Like that, I'm the illest with the mouthpiece Crazy like South Park and hotter than South Beach Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin' And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what! I spit shit and leave you scarred like a face-lift I spit for the underground, Hot 97 be the Matrix One, two, hit 'em with the basics Who gon' stay hittin'? Who be straight spittin'? I take the mic and rock it like what I make you write, get wrecked tonight, what Cause you never heard a honey spit rhymes like Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like In a million years, and a million beers Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like Cause all that blasé blah ain't hittin' And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what! When you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your lighters Spittin' on behalf of Flipmode and Outsidaz Harriet ThugmanRah Digga The Harriet Thugman of hip hop has returned baby C'mon! [Verse 1] I be that house nigga squatting in the lab Rhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cab Fingerin the man tryin to tap into his spirit A misguided soul so ain't checkin for the lyrics Many different players, only one hold the ball Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts Follow me now, as I build my fanbases Makin rappers worry like they got open cases Harriet Thugman, bout to see shit through Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two I be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus Do away cats with the same ol' whack Lead a nation up north where the real party at A place where we spray when our asses get older No shots in the throat, no gettin pulled over A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime A land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people Black presidents, and all the weed legal No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries What We Gonna Do[Rah Digga] Megahertz [Verse 1] Another day in the life, kickin' for all thug bunnies Paper chase them self, or say man blood money Schemin' ass honey tryin' to get my shine Such a lady of grace, with such a hood frame of mind Summertime's here, Daisy Dukes are in order Swingin' with my cousin a little thick, a little shorter Five in the whip, we like to flow thick CD's in a clip, let's take a road trip Sayin' what we gonna do now, dice some trees Take a ride in the Range through the block and skeez We conceited asses, wavin' to the masses Cats doin' wheelies on they bikes fly past us Headin' to the mall or maybe to Phil's Steady cruisin' down 5th, through one chat and the grill Stores closin', down goes the sun Everybody get ready, here comes the real fun [Hook] (Ah, ooh) Yeah y'all, you know what's goin' down Jumpin' in the whip and we rollin' around town Wildin' out see ya layin' all on the ground Mre heat and there's plenty to go around Party people come shake it over here, just bounce Got chu' throwin ya hands all in the air, just bounce Everybody go shake it over there, just bounce Blowin' the spot up like we don't care (Ah, ooh) [Verse 2] Now we done huffed about an ounce up R and Gina, my cousin flirtin' with the bouncer The second round's on me, D-I-G The third is your's, come time to mop the dance floor See, we ain't payin' so debt that due Cali clubs be the shit, since they close at two I'm a socializer, y'all know my steez Whether mountin' at Spagra or grimey at Speed Ya might see me solo or with a bunch of dimes Or ridin' shotgun when I'm jottin' punch lines Or maybe with the squad, Rah, and BK style First lady profile, no more chicks allowed Sayin' what we gonna do now, blow the set Take a ride down to Philly, check grand and Moet But back to the bricks, have drinks at my bar I'm the real ghetto superstar [Hook] [Verse 3] We bring the night to a close Downed a couple shots and we threw a couple bows What we gonna do now, take it down No, after-hours on the other side of town (HO!) Come on swing with me if ya able Corner reserved and they gotta pool table The music jumpin' better than the club Champagne in the house, every DJ show love But all good things must come to end Headed back to the whip, turn parking lot pimp Just when ya thought it couldn't get no thicker Shorty gotta hurl, says she can't hold liquor Food gettin' dropped off first, please Time to roll another L, hot cakes and Mickey D's Peace, peace y'all here's one for the road Hit me off on the jack for the next episode [Hook x2] Curtains[Verse 1] Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin all yall punk crews Y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked I'm fresher than that, and that new shit you tryin to write Like mita, mita, name not Rashita Battle on the streets so when I'm playin senorita Spend a few peso on some chili con queso Thinkin how I used to wax rappers back that eso Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron Wit a nigga tryin to chew my tampon with my pants on I'm gettin money off the books like I'm Beatnuts Make em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker Word to my godfather, who bombs harder Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter HOOK 2X: All you MC's better stand your ground Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all Curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down [Verse 2] Some people say when I drink I don't act right Raisin my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight Or in my travels, grabbin slices from S'Barro's Eyein fake niggas like they intimate apparel 20,000 seaters, heads givin me pounds Even biggin me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya Playin me close so I can hook you up with Busta Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca Why you take it there? Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi And when I freestyle you ain't gon hear it on my CD Money management, cuz I'm grown up and older now Drinkin mad low and brow, tell em how it's goin down Bricks, Bricks, cuz I was born in the Bricks Bricks, Bricks, and shit is on in the Bricks Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks Bricks, Bricks, and I'm the mack in the Bricks Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package HOOK 4X This Ain’t No Lil’ Kid Rap[Intro] Ev'rybody grown in here right?! Rated M for mature bitches I'm sayin don't get me wrong y'know, Digga love the kids but ummm....... This ain't no lil' kid rap right here, now I don't know I might have to make y'all rock a certain color wristband to bump this Yo you might even learn a new word before it's all over Try to keep up youngins! [Verse One] Yo! See! I don't study what the next folk have Take two totes and pass invoke my own craft Grown up swag whole other vocab Y'all one hit wonders blowin smoke up they ass See even after ya peak you'll never measure me Rah legendary status Rakim, Eric B Diggin in some lil' kid ass like Pleasure P Hip hop police might start come arrestin me (SEE) This that 401 cake up not Jacob Boy tie your shoelace up, get a shape up! You in the presence of, hip hop royalty Rah Anastasia, Memoirs of a Geisha Specialty turnin blood money into pay stubs Type of pen game most rappers be afraid of Some even call me the boom bap savior New pledges beware I might have to haze ya [Hook] HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here SHIEEETTTTT!!! This that gettin off from work And you wanna bop your head not tryin to do the jerk (HOW IT WORK!) They say I'm what the game been missin Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) Could spend a whole lifetime fishin Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission [Verse Two] This like a case of, final destination Reincurring nightmare, Michael Freddy Jason Code of a Da Vinci, bitches like pinch me Drag 'em all to hell, twenty-twelve go against me (OW!!) I ain't even beat, just doin my numbers In and out the limelight kinda somethin like Jumper Bite front your line or two, a haiku Or the next rhyme I write might be about YOU! HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here (WHAT IT IS!) This ain't no abra cadabra, a chitter chatter Foot soldier risin quiet, not even a pitter patter (Be my guest) Nigga, gather your dad your peers or nails I be in mails chattin with actors, even a Steven Spel' I'm a rapper's rapper, make no hap hazard In a cypher, I'm Tariq, Mos Def, and Mr. Mathers (And Mr. Mathers!) [Hook] HUH! I ain't no lil' kid rapper UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here DANG!!! This that Pinky And The Brain I'm the SHHH Gucci Mane in the bricks I got stained They say I'm what the game been missin Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) Could spend a whole lifetime fishin Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission [Bridge] They say I'm what the game been missin (I mean, they keep callin me!) They say I'm what the game been missin (I been chillin) They say I'm what the game been missin Rappers sayin they are the best, but they ain't spittin (Bloggin me...) They say I'm what the game been missin (Textin me...) They say I'm what the game been missin They say I'm what the game been missin Real lyricist eveytime my name is mentioned [Outro] ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!!! Angela Davis (Single)(Lyrics in 16 bars) Intro: Leader of the resistance And it's only for the thick skin Runnin' round in chick-lands circuit with my Bricks-man When it come to spittin', got that sixth sense And I don't think they know the difference And I'm getting at my wit's end And then that real rap kicked in And they wonder how it missed them Verse 1: I'm Angela Davis, I ain't shaking my buns I'm yelling power to the people and waving 'em guns I be pumping dat fist, I ain't running some shit It ain't too many o' you broads got the stomach for dis! Y'all worry 'bout your stylist, worry 'bout your talents Build up your valence, expandin' your palettes Better find you a balance else that homegoing won't be As turned up as Howard's Verse 2: Ha! Call me Angela Davis In my all black floating through the Matrix They like, “Digga, can you save us?” When did lyricism escape us? You one of the few that kept it raw through the ages You ‘bout the culture even more than the papers And you ain't have to do that fake shit I love my black features, I ain't tryna get no facelifts Verse 3: I'm Angela Davis, no perm Momma had that straightin’ comb on slow burn They ‘on't know about ME, but they gon' learn! They gon' learn!! How I had the infallible Lauryn Hill lighting roaches on the mic Told Kim we read' enough, we not doing ladies night Told Rage we success, we gon' be Nas and Jay And the duets with Bust’, still his best to this day Chorus: I'm Angela Davis, I ain't, y’all say Couple war scar flaws from my young day Album ain’t debut number one, two or three But I showed you how to be an emcee Call me Angela Davis, I'm steppin' with pride Y'all condone the coonin’, I ain't lettin' it ride Y'all so foo-foo, even the who's who I swear to God they ‘on't make 'em like they used to I'm Angela Davis! Outro: KRS One (Sample): I freed myself but I'm coming back to free my brothers and sisters That ain't for everybody You gotta be ordained I wouldn’t put that mission on nobody You Got It(ft. Torae & Styles P) You got it, (soul) you got it You got, (soul) you got it You got, (soul) you got it You got, (soul) you got it, you got it. (soul) You know I got it, got it one of the .. artist I figure need it ..somebody retarded on it So I deliver on it he’s gonna spit the body on it My shit beyond it you should be warned about it, ‘bout it Is no limit when I .. is more shocking .. It ain’t my fault the shit I take in tenses Pinches and princess the b*tch flip shit You ain’t no what you face it Y’all niggas ain’t sick I’m losing my patience Y’all ... Kelly ..niggas it’s not .. I got soul like the plain ...now it’s .. Chorus: You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it You want it I got it, you want it I got it You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it You want it I got it, you want it I got it You know I got it got it you can’t .. need somebody .. one day .. I’m a master like .. stop it It’s in the name in fact may be where I derive it Don’t use it no ..get my deposit , don’t ask me where ‘cause I ain’t wanna gossip Me not .. the project it’s logic only rap ..dirty area got me feelin like a psychic Rapping about black president .. about my thoughts my brain speech You don’t wanna try me just take the damn ..say I’m not introspective enough True .. ‘cause I don’t make .. I make them .. mother f*cker .. Straight .. everybody Mc the still not me Chorus: You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it You want it I got it, you want it I got it You got it, I’m inspired, you want it, you got it You want it I got it, you want it I got it You know I got it mike up with a lock up with the Any rapper f*ck it with the .. you’d better stop it Wait before start ..retarded you’re poppin in the air I’m not a good artist you just an .. rapper.. f*ck up nigga clap your back up Just to rap I pick my strapper ..the pants too tight this the fact .. another fact .. You know I get spit all the shit ... [Chorus:] I got soul, you know I got it You know I got it, got it I got soul, you know I got it I got soul ... Clap Your Hands (Bonus Track)Yo Yo Yo Yo Everybody Everybody Everybody Now tell everybody how you came up with your name What was it like try'na get up in the game Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion TV people pissed 'cause I spit the dirty version Now tell everybody what be going through your mind Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic Make sure they got water stay steady with the light And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight Now tell everybody 'bout niggas in your camp How we be rolling, when we work and we lam Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six And another set of caps double that in the Bricks Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks Now tell everybody what be going through your brains Celeb chick up in the rap game Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane Take a whole lot of money Fuck around and ride the train Say my voice too maley, can't understand me No album out superbitch won a Grammy [Chorus] All the ladies in the place clap your hands All the fellas in the house clap your hands Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block In New Jerus where the crime don't stop See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way Who like to hustle Lose scams everyday Type of chicks hit first Even let they kids curse Get a check every month Day job as a nurse I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers So I'ma get slick Evict they own man running Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash Drinking all type of goodies Sending heads on a run Everytime I pass a L Here comes another one Now bitch got the munchies Making heads front me Dipping in the dro Niggas fuck around and jump me Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock Now where we headed when the block get hot Now we speeding on the Ave Puffing on lots of gandas Pumping Jay shit Somebody got Nastradamus Kicking one-liners Car full of rhymers Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us Now tell everybody where you heard it all first Type of shit going into Digga verse Say intellect punch lines Kill 'em all one time Voice still crazy Even when I kick my fun rhymes Digga supreme Clientele like ghost faces Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases [Chorus] All the ladies in the place clap your hands All the fellas in the house clap your hands Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) What They Call Me"One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga" [Rah Digga] For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers Cheers! Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw! Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it [Hook] 4x The R-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!) [Rah Digga] I'm primetime, you a local on cable I battle you on yo' shit and then waste your label Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family (For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation Less rhymin years, less formal education Gettin less spins than a BBS Less hype in the streets and you writin even less (Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy (Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me Less knowhow, more ho now Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is Yappin all day bout who crew the best Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess Continue to bless any track that come this way Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe Chorus 4x "Niggas" "Do you think" [Rah Digga] "Flipmode" [Busta Rhymes] "Digga on the track" [Rah] "Words worth a million" [Jay-Z] "Represent" [Biggie] "Yo" [Prodigy] "Strike-strike hard" [Canibus] [Rah Digga] Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on (Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners Call the dopest MC my little junior Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna Mad, what I say go, B-girl original Boy Wonder, Chocolate latte (Hooo!) What the chicks say, hoes might oppose But most chicks happy I can rock without takin off my clothes And all the niggas say "Damn, this bitch is tight Ain't heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte" (Come on) Chorus 8x Handle Your B.I.[Chorus] I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strip Rep thugs on the street I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strip Rep thugs on the street [Verse 1] Digga Digga First name Rashia Rock the mic crazy Wouldn't wanna be ya Had a nice wing since my early teens Now I'm grown rocking microphones Sin! Sin! Said I learned new ways Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise And he make mistakes Say That's The Brakes (That's The Brakes) True Hit 'em with the (Wooo!) Fine young woman now Long time coming now (Coming now) Thank the fans for they love and affection Heard me with the Fugees Still ain't making a connection Fulfill my destiny wasn't nothing y'all could tell me Ripping down the stage with a baby in my belly Adding up to math Applying everything I learned While a dummy kept going on tour and get burned See [Chorus] I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strength Rep thugs on the street East Coast y'all Handle your B.I West Coast y'all Handle your B.I Dirty South y'all Handle B.I Up top y'all Handle your B.I [Verse 2] Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth Say what's that all about (bout bout) It's about one two three four five for the rating A penny for the hating Y'all know my ways Staying up in the game of this MC craze Kind of wonder what if I'd of dropped back in the days Say Rhymes I toss it Taking no losses Let management tell you who your new boss is People stay repping up on the West Coast Word is bond to my flow Y'all got the best 'dro Ain't seen nothing like it Ain't bring nothing like it If my rhymes strike a nerve Ain't mean nothing by it Dirty Harriet! And I be stepping to the left You bust for Diablo I still bust for UCEF Try'na see me on the MC tip Now child please Vocab for years And freak enough stylees Swing! Rep the thing for my Hip-Hop brothers Take care of them before I take care of others Juice Crew, Rakim, Prince Big influence You saying I'm the dopest But I already knew this Say one check two check Everywhere check check Check for me We haven't ever even met yet Gotta thank God I said I gotta thank God I could look this fly and rock it this hard [Chorus] I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strength Rep thugs on the street East Coast y'all Handle your B.I West Coast y'all Handle your B.I Dirty South y'all Handle B.I Up top y'all Handle your B.I I got what you want I got what you need Rep chicks on the strength Rep thugs on the street East Coast y'all Handle your B.I West Coast y'all Handle your B.I Dirty South y'all Handle B.I Up top y'all Handle your B.I What’s Up Wit’ ThatHa, once again First and only female representin, yeah Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been told With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs Now wassup, if by some haphazard You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster Up in the slot where you used to rock Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin crash dummies I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers Verse dentin, worse than armageddon Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin Educated, rhymes pre-meditated Over niggas heads while they out percolatin Spot datin, block money I could take in Drops on the box like I was ovulatin Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans In '99 baby hold your stuff I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff Focus your attention as I make my mark Cuz I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference 'Fore you're left hangin from your vest Definitely, gettin severance pay While my joint moves 20,000 units every day Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey Tight [Remix]Intro: Ah damn, Digga done gone and did a remix What you gonna do now partner? (laughs) (Monch) Yes it the selectable messages, hard Mammary glands, necklaces, breasts'es, large Camrys, Lands, Lexuses Executive suits, forget about where the exit is Consecutive beats, narrated without the negative There's no need for packin', cause we can make it, happen We're gone quick, tell a friend "ohhh shit" Intelligent rap fiend with relevant rhyme flow Benevolent, from beneath the sediment With no speech impediment Impeach the President? I don't know, I'm hesitant When I step through, you know I rep the medicine Perfect poetry, peddling word flows, you meddling In my business? That's when I got to jettison The nigga with the big balls Girls wanna maul me Drop jewels like you was jewellers with cerebral palsy My road dogs explode on, Flipmode flip men Spit in a nigga water like, Ms. Jane Pittman (Rah Digga) Now, who we be writing rhymes all night? (Monch) Pharoahe Moch in the house and my plans is tight! (Rah Digga) Now, who we got next on the mic? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight! (Rah Digga) A black queen You best believe I stack cream for the nine-niggy-nine Everytime Diggy rhyme Like a thousand motherfuckers going "yes yes y'all" Make em scramble like a stabbing up in the mess hall Tighter than pumps on fat ladies Flows like the liquid in the IVs stuck in crack babies Preproduction, stay booming in my tenant On your radio tighter than the sweats on Richard Simmons Rah-D-I, going for dolo like I'm Coko One the lo-lo, spending my show dough in Soho Tight, lyrical pro yo, verbal style linguist Like Q or the Genius, speak a little broken english Get Backstreet money, tax free money Clak-clak any fool try to jack me money Lick proper, ain't no other chick hotter Voice alone scare your ass to death like Stigmata (Rah Digga) Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight! Who we got next on the mic? (Lord Have Mercy) Lord Have in the house and my plans is tight! (Lord Have Mercy) King of my castle Shanghai, swinging my lasso In each hood And stay unforgiving, like Eastwood Quick shooter, long clip, Ruger Villain in trench coats Walk the evil that men spoke Creep on your kin-folk Invent flows that sweep the streets often Stone cold like Steve Austin indeed, also The all city, the raw, gritty Landlord banned from TV in large cities Nigga slay a squad Pray to God I'm just Rated R When I pickle hearts in labelled jars Spit fatal bars Tally-ho, tally-ho, I murder a cameo Rapid fire like a calico, scatter foes Trapped and dying, Federale home, battle zones Shined in alleys, chromed, East Coast to Cali homes Laying down 'fore them federals get me Got hits while you catch bricks like I'm Reginald Deny (Rah Digga) Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight! Peace to the ones that don't bite! Lord Have in the house and the plans is tight! Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Pharoahe Moch in the house and the plans is tight! Peace to the ones that don't bite! Flipmode in the house in the plans is tight! (Outro) That's right ya'll, Tight Remix. Featuring Ph-ph-ph-ph-pharoahe M-m-m-m-monch, Lord Have Mercy, and the first and only female of the Flipmode Squad, Rah Digga Every time I learn the words to a song, somebody make a remix... What is going on with all these remixes? More money, more money, more money... Who Gonna Check Me BooHey Boo, who gonna check me Ya thought yo all had the … did you? Yeah, oh, study fortunate throttle to … so I got the Louie machina so I could smuggle the bottle About the war, brick city, see the streets respecter Police on electro, I keeps the extra, the Gucci fleece sweaters, all our reeks … The same ...bitch now I speak better More than lace and tracks I … dust it Nothing less than crack we riding us touch it Our box cut it, watch the blocks bust it I got them shit bubbling like shots in your bottom Little more than a problem, Nostradamo Never on schedule always good timing I'm right back on it, I'm right back on it Ain't even gotta try just suck my ball with The blink of an eye now the streets are zone us And do the damn thang till I'm open in shortness, come on Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you Got a whole lot of flack and … you People still, digga digga, now what's left to prove Spitting properly, ever since ...and foxy, copy, tip and socky Shrimp and … I turn the hippie when I hit that sticky Worse than cake, I transform like whip whinkley All these chicks geeks and less than 6 weeks I shot all down like tell the … bitch, shut up bitch Dipping off chain poses, switch seats, back on the stage, might let that bitch speak Singin all of their hook like swiss beats, freeze Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you If I was you I wouldn't try no papers, never know what's next your name come up on that paper Get assassinated, lyrically lacerated, to men this is exasperating Got a classic waiting, let's go, trimming jay to vay … follow way to the ga Drive me in the streets watch ...to a … Thing I'm gonna scorch … you … is replay Go DJ, and I'ma spit it all, I bring the pain you can't … windows in a raw An old friend's a … real suspect ya, I ain't sharing no ...I might just … this Did you expect it to get this … I even spit backwards like the bitch dyslexic Me address … next hip hop's back … Last chick try to flex that ass got checked, let's go Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo, not you Who's gonna check me boo Tell Me Why[Rah Digga] Rah Digga, P!nk Let's go, ladies Do it You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) Baby, baby, (tell, tell me why, tell, tell me why) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) Baby, baby, (tell, tell me why, tell, tell me why) [Verse 1 - Rah Digga] Put it on, what went wrong, something's happening to my brain Something strange, can't explain since I got up in this game Think I'm bugging, call me rugged, this before I had my name People fussing, brand new cousins, 'nough to drive a bitch insane Tell me why do I sacrifice my family and my friends Thought the struggle would be over, finding out it just begins Call me crazy, leave my baby, and be traveling on my way Round the clock, making stops to make somebody else's day [Hook - P!nk] I found myself stressing over ignorant things I had to realize all the hate that negativity brings It's like wherever the day takes me now Can't be that perfect girl, I don't even know how [Verse 2 - Rah Digga] Put it on, what went wrong, something's happening around the way Watching roots and hip hop culture breaking down from day to day Tell me why, where's the love, all the turbulence and crime Tryin' to teach my cousins, Frankly, cause we running out of time The government done found themselves the perfect remedy Three strikes, give them life, and give the rest immunity Wanna cry, tell me why, is all these babies in the street Little girls is barely teens, and they done had more sex than me [Hook - P!nk] I found myself stressing over ignorant things I had to realize all the hate that negativity brings It's like wherever the day takes me now Can't be that perfect girl, I don't even know how [Verse 3 - Rah Digga] Now now now Don't even know how I'm supposed to be Motivated by the love of those close to me While I'm steady on the west, trying to make my ends Turning friends to enemies, and enemies to friends Every lesson I've learned, try my best just to show you Acting like I owe you and I don't even know you Before it get better, I see it getting worse So before the struggle do me Holla do me first [Bridge - P!nk] Look, thank you LaFace, and I feel so out of place It's like constant confusion, and I always feel like I'm losing Something telling me to be strong, something's telling me to go on Sayin' P!nk, come now let's do this song Rah Dig', and it's going on [Hook - P!nk] I found myself stressing over ignorant things I had to realize all the hate that negativity brings It's like wherever the day takes me now Can't be that perfect girl, I don't even know how [Rah Digga] (x2) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) You don't want it baby (tell me why, tell, tell me why) Baby, baby, (tell, tell me why, tell, tell me why) Showdown[Verse 1] Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer Scrooge, still look good without ruge My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent Money, money, money, how we blaze Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube HOOK: In the showdown, how it go down Get the flow down, watch it go down How it go down, in the showdown Gettin closed down, watch em go down In the showdown, how it go down Put your dough down, watch it go down [Verse 2] I'm representin bitches 'round the way We runnin up his box and we ain't gon have to pay I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end House on the hill with my publishin deal Shows pay the bills, make it all connect And do some corporate type shit with my royalty check Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown Tell me now cuz that's how I ball 'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul HOOK [Verse 3] Peace to all my peoples in mission Peace to peoples with they license suspended Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks Who ain't tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki I'm smokin damn good and chokey black Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose And always be around like I was afros Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me Risin to the top cuz that's how momma raised me Now that the message is embedded The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it Hold up baby cuz that's when you lost Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross HOOK Album Intro[Intro: Rah Digga] Whoo, Yes Ladies and gentlemen, (D-I) Yall know my name, (Dirty Harriet) Digga Digga, (How serious) I'd like (D-I) to shout out my manager Ace Lentz, (This album is) Let's do this, Megahertz, (2000, D-I) Flipmode Squad, Busta Rhymes Outsidaz reppin the bricks Nobody on the track. (D-I) [Rah Digga] Yo, When I step in the booth, Flip ugly and I loose all couth Dig-ga be-have Maintained the streets, Next journey still with the same peeps Dig-ga be brave Ima do this son, Dirty Harriet number one, (Come on) Dig-ga we straight Got somethin for you and you and you, Man what's my name yo, (D-I) G-G-A As we start round two, Next rhyme might be about you Hope you never see the light, Like Juwanna Man 2 I'm still makin sure, All my rhymes is tight Tell you that from day one like they tell us God is white Imperial chick from Brick City, Doin a buck fifty Rollin around in trucks strictly When it's time to break fools, My rhyme styles dagger Tare you down worse then the O'Riley factor Do it for my sake, I dare yall to try me Burn yall up the ass like cancer in the prostate Best in the tri-state, Perhaps in the country Headline with no album, That's how bad niggas want me Might be a little raw, For the average broad Don't worry baby girl, I got somethin for yall as well Do tell, Cause everything's a story It's your favorite little grimey, But my name ain't NORE [Ghostface Killah] It wasn't the way she rapped, It was a talent God gave it a she brought it back Tell Bust I said peace Flipmode flip dough, Zip codes, Go back home on skid row Niggas don't like Tone Or you digga, Handle they bitch and I'll get the nigga Develop that into a real picture, Click Niggas get that shit, I don't play that shit I concentrate on hits, Not that BET Nigga bodies or an ill album, Or a song for them ill mommies I swear I will dot theses niggas the fuck out Get to cussin and cuttin, These corny cocksuckers better stop frontin Word, Blow yall niggas for damn near nothin We-Got, Yo let them things pop, We got the mean darts Cheese-Blocks, We the welfare babies with the dark brown birth marks Don't get your assed up, Fuck that Ghost and Rah Digga, Taxin niggas, We ain't cuttin back so Please-Stop, Theodore and Flipmode will invade your whole spot So Cool(That cool shit) Call me conductor, I lead the way for ya Underground vibe, status self-employed R-A-H aka Harriet Thugman Carry out the legacy with seed and husband Now off with the head thangy Watch flip to a genie And I be a Mac like Beanie Out the bottle, I turn thug super model With rhymes that'll make ya have to settle for Movado The dirtiest getting all the way live Steady tappin' my shit, try-na eat while I drive Speeding to a function to play the little actress Three hours late and don't even know the address Madness with the ill sexy flow And the label spendin' g's not tryin' to let me go Rockin' on the stage after me, YOU FOOL! Cause I am so cool [Carl Thomas](Rah Digga) Cause she's so cool, yeah oh Money baby can't you see (Can't you see, can't you see) She's so cool And you can't be as fly as she (Never be as fly as me) [Rah Digga] I aim high beat date in December A million motherfuckers whose face I don't remember Next to fall with the b-girl ball Tight gear little cousins The store from the mall Rockin' hardcore to some R&B shit Kickin' rhymes for the round-the-way heads That I'm at peace with Love the ice rock silver as a preference Taking writer's credit so offer a suggestion So bust dem heads who ain't real wit it Who don't want shit in life and can't deal with it I see you Frontin' like you on my side Switch sides thanks for the ride bitch See me on the cover, (Say what?) strike a pose Just know after that I'm making off with the clothes Underground rule for real, so what's the haps? Take it back like kids who fight in playing caps Or Jacks 'N' Ball, freestyle off the wall Tell em don't forget the stones when they make the Digga dome Do away with styling you ain't even found yet Blow the mic out and ain't nothing but a sound check Writing rhymes like you wish you could Tight breaking em down on behalf of sisterhood Spittin' every time use my looks as a tool Cause I am so cool [Carl Thomas](Rah Digga) Cause she's so cool Money baby can't you see (Can't you see, can't you see) She's so cool And you can't be as fly as she (Never be as fly as me) Cool Money baby can't you see (Can't you see, can't you see) She's so cool And you can't be as fly as she (Never be as fly as me) She's so, so You can't be as fly as she, oh Storm Comin’[Hook] It’s a storm comin’, it’s a, it’s a storm comin’ It’s a storm comin’ It’s a, it’s a storm comin’ What you gon’ do, who can you trust? When you feel the heat comin’, are you ready to bust? If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’ If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’ If we have to [Verse 1] Dear son, hope you hearing every word in my chronicle Hope it’s finding you in good health, living honorable Caught a glimpse of the future and it don’t look bright You gon be in for one hell of a plight It’s a war going on outside, no art is safe from They let you take some, unlike that mason OG, my straight spit from day one They tell you switch it up, just keep the faith son Don’t let em digitize you, epitomize you He’s just another nigga with a mic, telling lies to Unsuspecting fans, be a self-respected man Remember mommy’s tales of PE and ex clan, bam Fast forward to the present day debacle They bring you underground when you want to preach the gospel That 13th apostle, that wasn’t on the roster Found out that I was a female, and that they couldn’t stop her Your mama was a soldier, heavy burden on my shoulders Still be spitting, spitting, spitting if I had to do it over They forever tried to terminate me Underrate me, believed they should date me, even tried to percolate me Now here comes the safety, but none of them could tackle Occasional snaffle, I wave that magic lasso Whipping up them bars, niggas craved it like the castle Feeling the heat coming, start busting if you have to [Hook] [Verse 2] I don’t know where to begin, how to tell you how to win But I do know it’s gon come down to those rhymes in the end Some pursue other ventures, some lost they step We done came a long way from the days of salt and pep They told me shake sells, I took the red pill I chose to stay street, let culture prevail I agreed to the weave, [?] the ponytail Girls nipping and tucking, I said what the hell I ain’t sign up for that, but to each their own Said it’s easier to market, easier to clone Easier to brainwash little kids at home Easy for them machines to set the tone Now some say it’s high class, some say it’s hoochie All up in the mags, free stuff in the two piece First comes the nip slip, then comes the new leaks Then comes the sex tape, if I’m lying sue me I ain’t need nothing but a pen and some loose leaf Speakers on blast, whipping round in that two seat Jumping out, bam, show time, just me and the band Mic checking in my B girl’s stance Fuck cocaine, fame is a hell of a drug How far you gon go tryna get that buzz How many you gon fuck tryna get that plug In the future are you still gonna get that love? Ladies! [Hook] [Outro – Chuck D] Thank you Rah Digga No more silence or violence, just guidance And let a mother be heard with that true word No matter how much the powers that be be disturbed And if it is what it is Let us define our kids Make strong daughters, in the ending story of our sons This from your brother, Chuck D One Imperial [Remix](feat. Busta Rhymes) Chorus: Rah Digga Flipmode the Imperial You know you love it when you hear us on the radio Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo' Blow! (Rah Digga) It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner The only shit poppin like White Castle or the Donna Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli Livin off the interest Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers Chorus (Busta Rhymes) Ay yo yo yo Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all Trample niggas like y'all Make examples outta niggas like y'all Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas like y'all Fight for niggas like y'all Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin Lysol You know we be the ultimate We fuckin with some other shit And when we hit y'all Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick Chorus (Busta Rhymes) A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit (Rah Digga) Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits? Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit (Busta Rhymes) Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit (Rah Digga) Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy (Busta Rhymes) Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular (Rah Digga) Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya Longest runnin shit since the phantom of the opera (Busta Rhymes) Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya (Rah Digga) First and only female unmatched by anyone Rip it from old school to the next millenium Chorus ClassicAha, yeah, I know it's only one me* Many of try If I want to be the queen of the street I'm just me, yeah Classic, got that classic I only forgot to try ... pen And write the only thought of mine ... just trying to figure it out It's so easy Classic, I'm so nut to average Hook for... from the... Top gun not one that I'm see... I GGA only them see GI Cropped in photoshop, they're not in my telephone Who want to challenge, I'm on the way to,.. I'm not breath ain't,.. Flow low stop like,.. I'm actually, how should I put it Let it... it It'a a village, a a... or,.. No tell... causious so tell,.. Since I took some time apart When the last time you asked why They got me flow it in, pussy... all in it Follow in the,.. survive... ... dirty heavy, pump it that classic [Chorus:] Classic, classic Open that classic Classic, all day classic I'm dig it, classic My dues told to... Shut, shut them down No flow... Might blow the... ... heavy one they hope they pass it This way just might have to... ... trying to be nice... this time to... So classic, even my car it's historic Classic,.. the rap who's... I leave one drink.... Launched like... Bring the game flying over sea too worried ... Me and my... show up... Telling them suck up their asses About that bombastic, is digging in, in, pomp in that classic [Chorus:] Classic, open that classic Dig it that classic I'm dig it Classic This Ain’t No Lil’ Kid Rap (Remix)[Intro: Rah Digga] (Redman) (Yessirrrrr~!) Ev'rybody grown in here right?! (Rated M for mature bitches) I'm sayin we got the King and Queen of Brick City up in this piece (I'm grown as a mu'fucker!!!!) I be seein y'all talkin shit about people too old to rap (NAH!!!) Fuck outta here!!! What you mean too old to rap?! (Well let's get it then!) I'll bust all y'all asses, quit playin with me! Actin like you don't know! (Let's GO!) [Verse One: Rah Digga] SHIT!!!! Comin with that grown folk I ain't tryin to pick a fight But this ain't a Fisher Price Kidz Bop Nick At Nite This that Adult Swim rise by the gigabyte No disrespect but I don't take you for the spittin type You ain't got no ends in mi casa I can get smooth Frank Sinatra or spank them in patois Your girl Rah Rah I do this for a hobby Whole crowd waitin for my shit, porta-potties Them bars spill y'all ain't shocked as hell I tell these retailers y'all better stock the shelves These hoes be trippin on "Tightropes," not Janelle's "Make Music with my Mouth" like Biz or Rahzel Next to me y'all Mattel I'm Shells and Gazelles It's News Chopper 12 when I rock the bells Pass Doctor L commits to ass whoopin Get the belt on these scabs I catch their ass lookin [Chorus: Rah Digga] HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here SHIEEETTTTT!!! This that grown folks music Homey think he fresh tell tell that motherfucker deuces (STUPID) They say I'm what the game been missin Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) Could spend a whole lifetime fishin Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission [Verse Two: Redman] YO, I hope no kids up in here, I'm exclusive That's why them hoes +Hawkin+ me like Yusef {*WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF*} Haters gon' hate, 'cause they chick on the rooster SHORTY! I think your car seat need a booster Drug abuser, Bricks, that's where the bass at Out of town niggas, pay tax A.S.A.P Verse for your Maybach, pockets on lypo YEAAAAAAH!!! "This is It" like Michael Drop E'RRY month like your me-nstrual cycle I'm wide open sayin, "Rappers, I don't like 'em" Tyson in his prime, Louis on Vuitton And you never work like the project intercom (NOOPE!) And that's why I'm a grown man, boy! 24 inch ashtray and Altoids NEVER gettin dressed for the Soul Train Awards I'm out there, next door to Elroy BEYOTCH~! [Chorus: Rah Digga] HUH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here UH UH! This ain't no lil' kid rap here SHHHHHH!!!! This that Brick City ish And we ain't into beef in all that little kiddie ish They say I'm what the game been missin Tell 'em rhymes do matter but they ain't listnenin (THEY AIN'T LISTENIN) Could spend a whole lifetime fishin Won't find another better on this write rhyme mission [Bridge: Rah Digga] They say I'm what the game been missin (I mean, they keep callin me!) They say I'm what the game been missin (I been chillin) They say I'm what the game been missin Rappers sayin they are the best, but they ain't spittin (Bloggin me...) They say I'm what the game been missin (Textin me...) They say I'm what the game been missin They say I'm what the game been missin Real lyricist eveytime my name is mentioned [Outro: Rah Digga] ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!!! [Redman] Gillahouse, Rah Digga, what's good?! Party Over Here*NO LYRICS YET Storm Comin’ (Remix)[Hook] It’s a storm comin’, it’s a, it’s a storm comin’ It’s a storm comin’ It’s a, it’s a storm comin’ What you gon’ do, who can you trust? When you feel the heat comin’, are you ready to bust? If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’ If we have to, if we have to, feel that heat comin’ If we have to [Verse 1 – Jon Connor] Look, momma thanks for the goddess I’m normally private, I’m breakin’ my silence I’m strivin’ to break into the game and maintain and survive it Couldn’t nine to five it, early on I seen this was my calling Should I put my all in spitting bars in a one bedroom apartment Some days I didn’t eat, gave new meaning to the term starving artist Did it for the culture and stayed away from these vultures Fuck em, never change my content for profit, stop it Cause Logic would tell me as long as I’m healthy, my passion will never fail me What the fuck can you tell me? I’m never gon’ sell my soul cuz my truth is what made me wealthy I always picked it myself, in my mind I’ve been taking selfies Since I was twelve watching Belly, I barely went outside to play I was making tapes, getting ready I was watching Rhyme & Reason,I believed hip-hop could keep our people eating Feed em, even keep us breathing through the legacies we leave em I ain’t preachin’ but I’m hopin’ that I reach em, teach em You can change a life just with a chorus or a feature Went from whack rapper to backpacker to Aftermath’s next chapter Why y’all playin’ the game backwards? Trendy niggas is penny pinchers, y’all guinea pigs, gimme niggas Raw shit still in me, word to my indie niggas Yeah, I hope they feel me, nigga You hearin’ to kill my spirit, they have to kill me, nigga And when they hear my voice, I hope it uplift my niggas And tell my momma, Sarah Connor, let’s go get these niggas [Hook] [Verse 2 – Rah Digga] Always knew it would come a time I be callin’ my sons in rhyme It’s the rage against the machine, I tell em to jump in line Gettin’ on my Sarah Con, swinging like Barry Bonds Tryna wipe aside existence, I’m seeing various signs Went from fightin’ the power, ain’t no bitin’ allowed To popularity pose, how many likes in an hour? These uneducated critics, they be writin’ about us But they never determine shit, they just hatin’ my prowess Call us bitter and haters? History eradicated When we voicing our opinion on some shit that we created I heard I was racist, I just tighten my laces This supposed to be rappin’, thought righting wrongs is the basics So many documented cases of fraud cross the border I don’t yes man the people, I enforce the law All the streets [?] Fuck outta here! this total recall A storm comin’ for your bitch ass, here go the sequel I ain’t tryna be no star, just tryna teach y’all Power to the artists united, divided we fall Seeking, ye shall find, instead of feedin’ the mind OG’s goin’ crazy tryna keep up with the times I’m divine, you need design Three from the line and I ain’t even in my prime Never compromise the ethics, I leave it all behind When I feel the heat coming I’m squeezing both the 9s Like blaow! [Hook] (Outro) People ask me a question all the time What do you think of hip-hop then and now? Which is like really crazy, state of the, state of hip-hop It’s not, it can’t be answered in a discussion or an interview It’s a course study, there’s a lesson that probably has to take place Months at a time, those who know, know who I tell people like this You know my name, you know my face And everything else that goes with it Janis Joplin[Verse 1] I ain't your ordinary -- I'm that ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb Hate femcees, could give a fuck if we get along The Last Word (feat. Outsidaz)(feat. Outsidaz) (Rah Digga) This is a story... But not really a story It's just some freestyle shit My name is Rah Digga, and this here is Tha Outsidaz My niggas, tell em (Az-Izz) Since I been on television, girls been beggin me to swell the kitten Black or white, when the lights go off, I can't tell the difference Thought you'd impress me, well you didn't I got mad freestyles and hella-written The hottest fella spittin (Slang Ton) Never quitin, spittin more Outz than eleven innings Cheddar spendin, Slang Ton forever shittin You better listen (Young Zee) Yeah yeah, I tell a chicken "Zee hurtin skeezers" Fuck you wit the strength of like thirty Herculeses I want the cash nigga, fuck them scabs Stab once or twice then the pussy up for grabs (?) I puff the hash in front of your mother's dad Cut a fag (Slang Ton) And put your brother ash in a duffle bag (Pacewon) Yeah, ya'll fall in love wit that, Outsidaz comin Leave ya'll drunk like Olde English 800 Pacewon the fire-breathin Rah Rah dragon in the dungeon (Young Zee) American Werewolf from the Bricks, fuck London Chorus (Rah Digga) Set it off for my heads in Jerz Swear to God, weak rappers done struck my last nerve On wit the swerve, mad bags of herb My Outsida click gon' get the last word (Pacewon) Our attitude is like a bad sitcom, nuttin funny Slap you like you stole something from me Yo we got raps by the page like Bill Gates got money *Along w/Rah Digga* First week out we top twenty, grungy (Young Zee) Dummy Young Zee, come get your mouth injured Diss us, watch I ?pop willies? without ninjas (Axe) Run your ? wit ya for the Brick City niggas Shittin on ya like kitty litter (?) You could do fifty situps, and I don't give a fuck if he bigger I throw a right hook that could drop any nigga Ya'll rock jewels that's Truck like Chevy pickups, TWISTA (Pacewon) All I want is money and my dick sucked Chorus (Az-Izz) Az-Izz got bad nerves, rank matters While you serve steak platters I'ma die ballin like Hank Gathers (Axe) Axe get the dough like cake batter Pockets stay fatter The way you rhyme makes me think that you the gay rapper (Pacewon) Face slapper like Roy Jones, I throw a bolo Break your team up like Chris Shwartz and Joe Niccolo (Slang Ton) Rippin a beige Volvo, bumpin a Slang promo We sign our autographs, Spell It Out like K-Solo Tha Outz straight to disk, too hot for tape or phono (Rah Digga) Takin photos wit the black and gray Polo's Ruinin niggas lives like they K-Ci or JoJo (?Nawshis?) Outsidaz takin a loss, that's a no-no Chorus Solidified..that …pack that … Don’t even ..that, it’s …you’d better go and get that .. You even think you got a ..you got an ass back You write the legend tryin to … I like the new ..gipsy how I thought that You can’t hang up … You matter of fact …with your boss.. It’s going back mother f*cker… …pull it together like .. cuz I match that They’re wonna be the hardest … …some hot … smart thing …super professional … Chorus: Cuz right here is what you call right music, music For music, good music You know nigga you got that …you make choose it Exclusive, I’m gonna be to make you lose it So come to …ain't’ stop, we’re going … This is time … will never die Truth is eternal will never die, … This is one of the things that I ain’t sitting well … I’m sayin hip hop music and I ain’t .. See when they come is .. I’m like that ladies … You’d better say on my .. you can’t afford that Chorus: This right here is what you call right music, music For music, good music You know nigga you got that …choose it Exclusive, I’m gonna be and make you lose it So come to …ain't’ stop This is time … will never die Truth is eternal ….forever die, … Knock, knock, who is it, … …sixty , spend and, …miss me I didn’t miss ...in my mama eyes She said girl, don’t you know …we keep the hood …like a piece of mind He was born for the hip hop job Nobody getting close to the start ...putting on my …99 is smart ..I got plenty to …hoping to … …looking like extra ball … [Chorus:] Party & Bullshit (dirty edit)(Intro: Rah Digga) (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it (Verse 1: Rah Digga) We 'gon take this through the roof See me on the move checkin cats like who's who Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks See me cruisin until that my sixties wipped And we off to the races (Say what?!) Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand Mami fly, watch your man Me takin loses I be damn What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs) And we stay in the flossin game See me on the front line like G.I. Jane Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin (Chorus) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Verse 2: Rah Digga) I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank Love is love ma leave it at that You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu Keepin up with me how souped is you?! Boy state your purpose get on down Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!) Pullin up to my bumper baby Body language somethin crazy Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what Only been here a minute cats startin it up Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Come one come all we 'gon have a ball Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!) (Chorus: Rah Digga) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Bridge: Rah Digga) + (Just Blaze) Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it (Verse 3: Rah Digga) It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader Come on drop it like a hot potato Everybody let's percolator (Come on!) Fellas in the club lookin righteous With a tight chest I think I might just Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac In the system watch mami straight throw it back Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down Digga Digga is crazy right now (Chorus: Rah Digga) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Outro: Just Blaze) + (Rah Digga) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) Break fool - lp original versionYeah Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, Yall AAAAHHHH Shit Bricks See me on the block with tha chromed out drop Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top 'Tight' rippin through tha hood Blow up the whole spot With tha system TV ?Foremon? EASY!! Working the scene on the quest for lime green Steady puffin on brown just for the time being Battle raps on cock I get all up in your ear Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans Say fuck yall!! Groupies Do Me TRULY Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givins Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin [Hook] This for my niggas and bitches makin moves By day you play it cool, by night you break fool Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it This for my niggas and bitches makin moves By day you play it cool, by night you break fool Say flood it up FLOOD IT UP Whip it up WHIP IT UP Smoke it up SMOKE IT UP Trick it up TRICK IT UP VIP area Certain heads get in Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in Weed on delivery, everybody chip in Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen?' Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight jeans My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos After one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!! Now, this for my real live underground cats Who be checkin for the rhymes Not checkin for the track Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack Say fuck dat!! FUCK DAT!! Fuck Dat!! FUCK DAT!! My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights Ya motherfuckas crazy telling 'Git Da Git' Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick [Hook] For those who want to whip it For those who want to flood it For those who want to buy it For those who want to dub it For those who want the sexy For those who want the rugged Say Digga DIGGA Hardcore SLUGGERS Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters For those who want to smoke it For those who want to trick it For those who want to hate me Niggas know where they can stick it [Hook] 2x Party & Bullshit (a cappella)(Intro: Rah Digga) (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it (Verse 1: Rah Digga) We 'gon take this through the roof See me on the move checkin cats like who's who Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks See me cruisin until that my sixties wipped And we off to the races (Say what?!) Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand Mami fly, watch your man Me takin loses I be damn What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs) And we stay in the flossin game See me on the front line like G.I. Jane Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin (Chorus) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Verse 2: Rah Digga) I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank Love is love ma leave it at that You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu Keepin up with me how souped is you?! Boy state your purpose get on down Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!) Pullin up to my bumper baby Body language somethin crazy Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what Only been here a minute cats startin it up Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Come one come all we 'gon have a ball Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!) (Chorus: Rah Digga) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Bridge: Rah Digga) + (Just Blaze) Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it (Verse 3: Rah Digga) It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader Come on drop it like a hot potato Everybody let's percolator (Come on!) Fellas in the club lookin righteous With a tight chest I think I might just Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac In the system watch mami straight throw it back Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down Digga Digga is crazy right now (Chorus: Rah Digga) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Outro: Just Blaze) + (Rah Digga) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) Party & Bullshit (alternate clean edit)(Intro: Rah Digga) (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it (A Digga Digga y'all) Shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it (Verse 1: Rah Digga) We 'gon take this through the roof See me on the move checkin cats like who's who Fall through a little spot me and the whole gang Flirt with a couple cats but I don't say no names Here we go now, I'm like gypsy chicks See me cruisin until that my sixties wipped And we off to the races (Say what?!) Me and all my aces everywhere we go the same faces Wave yo' hands, Jersey clan Drink a little somethin at the MGM Grand Mami fly, watch your man Me takin loses I be damn What's the crew name (Flipmode) off the chain (Big dogs) And we stay in the flossin game See me on the front line like G.I. Jane Old girl get it locked shhh I ain't playin (Chorus) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Verse 2: Rah Digga) I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) I beat that bitch with a bat (Say what?!) Get stank I'm a flip to a New York Yank Love is love ma leave it at that You see where I'm at movie star like Lucy Liu Keepin up with me how souped is you?! Boy state your purpose get on down Come on work this work this work this (Owww!!!!) Pullin up to my bumper baby Body language somethin crazy Gettin hot in herre this is a party or what Only been here a minute cats startin it up Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Got trees got licks of the yack (Say what?!) Come one come all we 'gon have a ball Bitch mob got seats in the back (Ho!!!!) (Chorus: Rah Digga) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Bridge: Rah Digga) + (Just Blaze) Shake it around shake it, shake it around shake it Shake it around shake it (Just Blaze!) Shake it around shake it (Verse 3: Rah Digga) It's time for the percolator, Dj's 'gon rock the fader Come on drop it like a hot potato Everybody let's percolator (Come on!) Fellas in the club lookin righteous With a tight chest I think I might just Hit 'em with a little Biggie one on one Talkin 'bout he stops drinkin now that ain't no fun Yeah I'm on that, a little cognac In the system watch mami straight throw it back Come on shake it around bounce it around break it on down Digga Digga is crazy right now (Chorus: Rah Digga) Everybody on the floor I tell ya all And if ya don't do nothin but play the wall Come on left side (Left side) right side (Right side) Front to back come on everybody We 'gon party and bullshit and party and bullshit And party and bullshit and party and bullshit (Outro: Just Blaze) + (Rah Digga) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) In the bricks y'all in the bricks (Where we at?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) To the bricks y'all to the bricks (Where we goin?) So Cool (feat. Carl Thomas)(feat. Carl Thomas) (That cool shit) Call me conductor, I lead the way for ya Underground vibe, status self-employed R-A-H aka Harriet Thugman Carry out the legacy with seed and husband Now off with the head thangy Watch flip to a genie And I be a Mac like Beanie Out the bottle, I turn thug super model With rhymes that'll make ya have to settle for Movado The dirtiest getting all the way live Steady tappin' my shit, try-na eat while I drive Speeding to a function to play the little actress Three hours late and don't even know the address Madness with the ill sexy flow And the label spendin' g's not tryin' to let me go Rockin' on the stage after me, YOU FOOL! Cause I am so cool [Carl Thomas](Rah Digga) Cause she's so cool, yeah oh Money baby can't you see (Can't you see, can't you see) She's so cool And you can't be as fly as she (Never be as fly as me) [Rah Digga] I aim high beat date in December A million motherfuckers whose face I don't remember Next to fall with the b-girl ball Tight gear little cousins The store from the mall Rockin' hardcore to some R&B shit Kickin' rhymes for the round-the-way heads That I'm at peace with Love the ice rock silver as a preference Taking writer's credit so offer a suggestion So bust dem heads who ain't real wit it Who don't want shit in life and can't deal with it I see you Frontin' like you on my side Switch sides thanks for the ride bitch See me on the cover, (Say what?) strike a pose Just know after that I'm making off with the clothes Underground rule for real, so what's the haps? Take it back like kids who fight in playing caps Or Jacks ‘N' Ball, freestyle off the wall Tell em don't forget the stones when they make the Digga dome Do away with styling you ain't even found yet Blow the mic out and ain't nothing but a sound check Writing rhymes like you wish you could Tight breaking em down on behalf of sisterhood Spittin' every time use my looks as a tool Cause I am so cool [Carl Thomas](Rah Digga) Cause she's so cool Money baby can't you see (Can't you see, can't you see) She's so cool And you can't be as fly as she (Never be as fly as me) Cool Money baby can't you see (Can't you see, can't you see) She's so cool And you can't be as fly as she (Never be as fly as me) She's so, so You can't be as fly as she, oh ShETHER[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Remy Ma] Free Remy! (Word) You know what? Free Remy! Fuck you, Free Remy! (Fuck Nicki Minaj!) Are you dumb? You wore a pink diamond chicken wing chain (Are you dumb?) You had a leopard beehive on your head (Are you dumb?) (Fuck Nicki Minaj!) Are you forgettin' that I pressed you before, bitch? (Fuck Nicki Minaj!) [Hook] (I) Fuck with your soul like shETHER (Will) You ain't the queen, I'll show you (Not) Lipo your ass and belly (Lose) I prove you lost already They told you your whole career I'd come home and kill you, right? Ha-ha! [Verse] I told you I wasn't talkin' about your dumb-ass It looks stupid, you literally got a dumb ass Talkin' cray, and we all know that you dumb as You get Donkey of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons How you take my '09 jail tweet and run? Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns When the only shot you ever took was in your buns And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped He couldn't fuck you for three months because your ass dropped Now I don't think y'all understand how bad her ass got The implants that she had put in her ass popped I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have box? Did she at least compensate? Start givin' you mad top? Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you some bad thots?" He said "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was upstate doomed But now that they freed Remy you don't sing the same tune Locked me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was kinda stupid," But you saw a opportunity 'cause you a opportunist Left your Day 1 'cause you heard he was on some cheat shit Then got with the dude that told you on some creep shit But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G shit Left him and took a pic with the dude he had beef with? And we all know it was a beef that you started Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch retarded Now you gotta die, you dearly departed Bloodbath when I catch you, a real red carpet Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi? After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci? Who next: Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a ghostwriter And that's why this is my house; Flo Rida Niggas done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin' And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain't winnin' You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm sorry You can't get a on line without Safaree Mentionin' guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro I might leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes They gassin' you up, but you been on E, though "Pills and Potions," yep, you been on E, ho Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster, bitch I'm supposed to be scared 'Cause you bought your Barbie chain back? I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your Barbie chain yapped Tried to front in February, catch you in that Maybach Show you how to use your name, you be usin' your name wack I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a Minaj? I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage You animated like Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch Only the kids believe in you; you St. Nick Now when I shoot Nick at Nite, they won't understand it I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you hood? Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?" That's Hannah Montana, she was always happy You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't carry Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor wasn't Swift enough Pillsbury Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit up I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me You said you never fucked Wayne – how stupid I look, B? Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm kind of a bully You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a rookie 'Cause you was suckin' his dick and now he tired of your nookie You claimed you never fucked Drake Now that's where you took me You fucked the whole Empire – who you tryin' to be, Cookie? Boogie Down Bronx, I come out of the Boogie To let you know real bitches never lie on their pussy And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it Any videos, promotions come out of your budget Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it You make, like, 35 cents off of each ducat I own my masters, bitch, independent So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten Stop comparin' yourself to Jay, you not like him You a motherfuckin' worker, not a boss like Rem You're done, them pop chicks ain't get the news yet Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet I kill rappers, and you good as dead, bitch Talkin' shit about me to a deaf bitch And usually I have sympathy for the impaired But not when you hard of hearin' from untreated gonorrhea But you point your fingers at me? I’m the bad girl When she the one out here misleadin' the black girls? All these fake-asses influenced by that girl Dyin' from botched surgeries – what a sad world! But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob Suckin' cock for records, captain of the cum squad And I got a few words for the moms of the young Barbz Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul How you spendin' money to support a pedophile? He a walkin' dead man, sendin' threats to him I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken Talkin’ about your money long and your foreign sick Why you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics? You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter fingers Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm Twitter fingers VH1, watch this You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch [Outro] Don't ever in your fuckin' life play with me That's on the set! You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record You tried it on your little freestyle They was both duds, just like every other one was duds Just like this last one was a dud But what you not gonna do is keep subbin' me Big… Pun! I send a fuckin' headshot, you dead, bitch! Will not lose! Wake Me Up[Verse 1: Remy Ma] If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you Remy duffed 'em I told you not to touch 'em, it's not up for discussion! All my clothes is custom, straight from France My hands like Mayweather's, all my friends 8 and better! I get a, lot of money, honey Queen Bitch, inf beam bitch Body a guy for my guy make you a meme bitch I'm his dream bitch Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch! [Hook: Lil' Kim] Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come You bitches ain't humble 'nough Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come These fake-ass bitches is done So wake me up early! [Verse 2: Remy Ma] I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch! You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit! Spray that fif', the crown, I'ma take that shit 'Cause you a clown and Homey don't play that shit! See, they ain't slick, be talkin' all cray and shit And then you see 'em, they be like that they ain't say that shit! I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit See, I got options, don't make me weigh them shits! I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish You just met him, how he bae that quick? I'll say it to your face, don't gotta relay that shit If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch! Take that trip, get money, make that lick Take your pick; that's your set, claim that clique! Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit If that's your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch! [Hook: Lil' Kim] Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come You bitches ain't humble 'nough Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come These fake-ass bitches is done So wake me up early! [Bridge: Lil' Kim] Kimmy B don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! If Kimmy B don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! If Queen Bee don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! If Queen Bee don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! [Hook: Lil' Kim] Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come You bitches ain't humble 'nough Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come These fake-ass bitches is done So wake me up early! Another One[Intro] Funkmaster Flex night Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex Remy, not another one Why? Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again Rem! [Verse 1] I guess you know now who the head bitch is I'm a savage, I be killin' dead bitches I bet you wish that you ain't never said shit Now they so busy shootin' videos and I'm like nah Where the fuck is your song? I mean, come on You know the pub want some bars, I'm Remy Ma- -Rgarito, I ain't sparrin' with you bozos My raps too hard and you Miguel Cotto, uh I swear to God, this chick a real fraud Bet you wonderin' how I know your problems? It's a lot of people that you really bothered They was sellin' footage and you know I bought it This ain't a little L, wait, wait You took a Big L, you diggin' in the crates, yeah I put you on the bench, you really press She was absent, an automatic F Waited four days, ma, where you been? I came here in the 'Rari playin' Lil' Kim Don't know what made you think that you could fuck with Rem But I guess this is what I gotta do to make ya spit [Hook] Already took a L, now you got another one I secure the bag, now I got another one I caught the W, now I got another one Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? (Another one) Already took a L, now you got another one I secure the bag, now I got another one I caught the W, now I got another one Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? (Another one) [Verse 2] Heard you callin' everyone Now call 'em back, 'cause I got another one Heard you was kiddin', sayin' I ain't havin' none But that's okay baby, 'cause now you my son They like, "Yo, Rem go in again" My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe I kick a dead horse till it don't move Don't come around me, now I got the crown, see I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B I better not ever hear you say anything about me I came from behind bars like a bottle girl No candy bars, I raise the bar, I'm like a bodybuild All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that? When it's dark and hell is hot, I'll DM your ex Sittin' here now like, "Who I'ma DM next?" I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr Get at me dog, DMX And I'm waitin' for a bitch to talk outta her neck 'Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts [Hook] Already took a L, now you got another one I secure the bag, now I got another one I caught the W, now I got another one Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? (Another one) Already took a L, now you got another one I secure the bag, now I got another one I caught the W, now I got another one Yo, what's that shit you be sayin', Khaled? (Another one) Conceited[Verse 1] See, this ain't nothin' that you used to Out of the ordinary, unusual You gotta have the mind state like I'm so great And can't nobody do it like you do Miraculous, phenomenal And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you Show no love, 'cause you's wassup Look at yourself in the mirror, like what the fuck Damn, I look good And can't nobody freak it like I could Yeah, okay, I got a little fat butt My shorty told me that he like it like that shit I'm happy, another me there never can be See, I'm so outstanding Don't care if they can't stand me I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy [Hook 1] See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearin' this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look too good to be drivin' that And I look too good to be buyin' that You know I look way too good to be tryin' that I'm conceited, I got a reason [Verse 2] Now who's that peekin' in my window? Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse Baby I'm sorry, but I'm sexy And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see This kid that I'm waitin' on He said he love when my jeans look painted on With this tight white tee, you ain't quite like me Probably why I'm always gettin' hitted on Now shorty tryin' to push up on me like a Wonderbra Listen when I speak, I wouldn't want you to take it wrong Now, number one, I don't need you Your name's Q, I only see "u" when I see you Listen, two, you could never play me (why's that?) 'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady Three, it's all about me I don't wanna talk about it If you'd like to hear it, here it go I wrote a song about it [Hook 2] See, I look too good to be fuckin' you And I look too good to be lovin' you You know I look way too good to be stuck with you I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look too good to be gettin' whipped And I look too good to be havin' kids You know I look way too good to be in a crib I'm conceited, I got a reason [Verse 3] Oh, I know what I'm doin' I can't stop my body from movin' I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music He keeps watchin' me and he's about to lose it I'm droppin' it hotter than the drop it like it's hot "Face Down, Ass Up," on some Luke shit I'm outta control wit' it, dip it low, pick it up slow Poke it out, now roll wit' it My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit' it Now all I need is a room wit' a pole in it See, I look good and I'm knowin' it But I was never too proud to be showin' it [Hook 1] See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearin' this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited, I got a reason See, I look too good to be drivin' that And I look too good to be buyin' that You know I look way too good to be tryin' that I'm conceited, I got a reason [Hook 2] See, I look too good to be fuckin' you And I look too good to be lovin' you You know I look way too good to be stuck with you I'm conceited, I got a reason See I look too good to be gettin' whipped And I look too good to be havin' kids You know I look way too good to be in a crib I'm conceited, I got a reason Company[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Baby, what you want from me? I been gettin' money, I could really put you on your feet I was gettin' one visit, two phone calls, three showers a week Now I get like 90K for my voice just to touch the beat, but yo I will never ask you what you got for me I just want some sloppy, every couple days I want the D I don't need no E, I got some M's and now I got a G Can't explain the nueva, boy, it's somethin' you gotta see, but yeah [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] She just want good vibes, she just need company (company) She don't go outside unless she come for me (come for me) V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me I ain't got no time for her, she tired of me (tired of me) Fuckin' with my mind, she tellin' lies to me (lies to me) Lately I been runnin' out of company My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me [Verse 2: Remy Ma] Yeah, see, I'm a real bitch, real niggas fuck with me If I ain't send for you, bitch, then don't come for me Yeah, I'm gettin' money, hoe, I'm livin' comfortably You not a G and took a L, why? 'Cause you ugly I'm petty, it's fun to me, are you done? You dumb to me I be laughin', all these chicks is Jackson, they a dub to me I just bought another house, so now that makes that number 3 Now they call me marathon, because I really run the streets, yeah [Chorus: Remy Ma] He just want good vibes, she just need company (company) He don't go outside unless he come for me (come for me) V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me My baby said goodbye, now he don't fuck with me I ain't got no time for him, he tired of me (tired of me) Fuckin' with my mind, he tellin' lies to me (lies to me) Lately I been runnin' out of company My baby said goodbye, now he don't fuck with me, yeah [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Baby, what you want from me? I can put you on, yeah, I can put you where you wanna be I ain't had no job, no 9 to 5, no, I was up the street Now I got that guap, now I'm a problem, I'm a fuckin' beast But wait, she just want good vibes, she just want company She just wanna wear my diamond chain so they can know that's me Every time she pull up in that V12, yeah, they know that's me She just scratched my whip, she said I'm fucked up, now that she's over me [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] She just want good vibes, she just need company (company) She don't go outside unless she come for me (come for me) V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me I ain't got no time for her, she tired of me (tired of me) Fuckin' with my mind, she tellin' lies to me (lies to me) Lately I been runnin' out of company My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me [Verse 4: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Remy Ma] Baby, what you want from me? I can put you on, yeah, I can put you where you wanna be I was gettin' one visit, two phone calls, three showers a week Now I got that guap, now I'm a problem, I'm a fuckin' beast But wait I will never ask you what you got for me She just wanna wear my diamond chain so they can know that's me I don't need no E, I got some M's and now I got a G She just scratched my whip, she said I'm fucked up, now that she's over me [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] She just want good vibes, she just need company (company) She don't go outside unless she come for me (come for me) V12 in my 'rari, who's catchin' up to me My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me I ain't got no time for her, she tired of me (tired of me) Fuckin' with my mind, she tellin' lies to me (lies to me) Lately I been runnin' out of company My baby said goodbye, now she don't fuck with me Melanin Magic (Pretty Brown)[Intro: Remy Ma] Pretty brown eyes You know! [Verse 1: Remy Ma] I got that up north glow, body lookin' like cinnamon I'm runnin' shit right now, I think I pulled a ligament Fashion killer, Alaïa assassin Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard Got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin' Always fly, I stay in a cockpit I want it, I cop it, opened the door, then locked it Every time Remy touch the city, stop it [Chorus: Chris Brown] You're my pretty brown eyes They all on ya and they want you I know they need you in they life But you my vibe tonight and I love you, oh Baby, don't try to act like you ain't been texting me Saying what you wanna know With them pretty brown thighs Between your legs tonight is what I wanna do [Verse 2: Remy Ma] I'm a real writer, rap crown taker Ass so soft because it's not faker I can show you how to move in a room full of hoe bitches He met me and now he don't even know bitches I see, you be on IG I'm thick, you sick, damn, you need an IV Show me your ID 'cause I don't know you chicks You scared of heights (no?) Well then jump off my dick [Chorus: Chris Brown] You're my pretty brown eyes They all on ya and they want you I know they need you in they life But you my vibe tonight and I love you, oh Baby, don't try to act like you ain't been texting me Saying what you wanna know With them pretty brown thighs Between your legs tonight is what I wanna do [Verse 3: Chris Brown] You know I don't care, bring that ass right here for me Take it all off for me, baby, lemme see somethin' I know you the best for me, you're a real winner Baby girl, you bad as fuck, I'm a real nigga You know, you know, that I'll always be there for you Won't let you go, I'll always take care of you Because you're mine, pretty brown eyes [Chorus: Chris Brown] You're my pretty brown eyes They all on ya and they want you I know they need you in they life But you my vibe tonight and I love you, oh Baby, don't try to act like you ain't been texting me Saying what you wanna know With them pretty brown thighs Between your legs tonight is what I wanna do Always[Verse 1:] One look in your eyes and there I see just what you mean to me Realize that being single ain’t all what it seem to be Been around the while and I see the scenery But when I go to bed at night is you that I want sleep with me Here in my heart I truly not for nothing do believe I don’t need shelter, don’t need water, don’t need food to eat I don’t need clothes, I don’t need sleep, I don’t need air to breathe For me to live your love’s the only thing I ever need [Chorus:] And you ain’t never sleeping around right? (Right) You never treat me like a clown right? (Right) You ain’t never try to play me You my daddy I’m your baby I’m your queen I got the crown right? (Right) But you gonna always be around right? (Right) You gonna always help me down right? (Right) You gonna always really love me You won’t put no one above me I’m your queen I got the crown right? (Right) [Verse 2:] I look in your eyes there I see what happiness really means The love we share together makes us sweet as jellybeans Together forever yes 24 is you and me Just call us after A ‘cause we will always be This our love feels so right I know that it can’t be wrong This how I feel inside nah this just ain’t a song If they say infinity, I say that it is They say they couldn’t be alright because we are still going strong [Chorus] [Verse 3]: When I look in your eyes there I see all that love should really be There’s no facade with us, you’re really you I’m really me I need you more and more each day your going’s a vacancy There’s nothing on this planet that can take you away from me You’re forever mine, and I’m forever yours They should have never said never we gonna weather the storm We’re like that raven in that poem, we forever more Our love got different meanings, we a metaphor [Chorus] Hot Bitch (Hot Nigga Remix)[Intro: Remy Ma] See, this was a request I just came home, I'm trying to get this shmoney Attempted shmurder was the case that they gave me But this is literally shmurder she wrote Ah-ah-ah! [Verse 1: Remy Ma] See Remy, I'm a hot bitch In my Fab voice: "You a THOT bitch!" Lloyd Banks, Jackpot bitch! And I told y'all I was coming for my spot bitch (Where my crown at?) See I'm trying to keep it hip hop bitch (Uh-huh) Remy Makaveli I could turn to Pac bitch (Thug Life!) I took it right back to the top bitch And if you disagree, then you could eat a cock bitch! I see y'all running 'round with ya ass out No make-up on, I could pull a Mac out I swear to God, all I do is spaz out (Yeah) I'm a 80's baby, grew up in the crack house! I been smacking bitches since the fifth grade Old ladies, I don't care about a bitch age My hood taught me how to Boogie Down and Bang Bang Hit these bird-brained bitches 'til their brains hang Shorty like the way a bitch boss out So he said he wanna dig my walls out Left him looking stupid with his balls out Cause I took his money and I walked out! Free Bremo[?] though, let all of my dawgs out I don't mess with fake bitches, kick them whores out (Her!) That's what got a bitch locked up in the dog pound (Yeah) Free Niqua too, let all of my broads out We gon' wear our heavy jewels with the rocks on 'em Ice dripping on these hoes, put a mop on 'em! I see they all mad, I got it locked on 'em See they don't respect anything 'til you popped on 'em Swiss cheese through your leotard Sending bitches to the E-R The BX know I goes so hard So I'ma do this one for the fucking Bronx! And bitch if it's a problem, we gon' snuff y'all (Bum bitch!) Smack the shit outta your baby moms (Done!) Said I got your baby pictures - I done raised y'all (Yeah!) Snatch your earrings out, pull the braids off Tell them niggas free Meek yo! Okaaay, free Max B. yo! They shoulda never let me go! (Nah) I just came home about a week ago! Fuck with me and get a pitaroll Sending all these bitches straight to Jesus yo! Everybody know how Remy roll (Yeah!) Bitches got me on my bully yo! I'm about to go Pun on 'em They can't fuck with me, I'm a nun on 'em Got me on that Murder One shit I'm a flea, you a bum bitch! (Right, I said it. Right, exactly. Ok yeah, ok yeah, ok yeah, Rem!) OOOUUU (Remix)[Verse: Remy Ma] Yeah, they hate, but them hoes know Remy got the city in a chokehold I got the slammer by my chooch, yo It shoot from anywhere; that's a GoPro Ayo, TT, where them hoes go? They scared to death for my solo Quick to smack a hoe, even Joe know Been doing that since he was spittin' "Flow Joe" Y'all fuck for free, that pussy promo Jermaine Dupri; your whole career is so-so All these bitches pressed in they throat though Soon as I flip callin' po-po I be on the same shit as Hov though Cock back, knock your man of your p-low Got the red Benz and the green Rov' I just copped two V's, like Vevo My husband told me never ever trust a snitch And you way smarter than them other chicks Years back, you was on the Most Wanted list But ever since you came home, you been runnin' shit And me and Crack just dropped some other shit Getting more money than the government Why she can't make another hit? Scared to come out, I got 'em punishment Ayo, Pap, who the hell is she? If she his wife, why she ain't got no wedding ring? Stripper hoe her diamonds, but she ebony For my chicks up in the pimp, pour some Hennessy If that's yo' man, why he step to me? You don't wanna know what he be tellin' me He a broke nigga, that's his pedigree You call him Gregory, I call him Beggary I don't open jaws for a boy But I got to war for my boy The fatty lookin' juicy; Biggie Smalls All eyes on me; 2Pac Shakur I'm a boss chick; Ricky Ross I'ma eat these bitches up, that's a course My game plan was simple: kill 'em all Why you think I put these bitches in the morgue? I just dropped the top on the Porsche I rock with Benjamin, you fuck with George Street money richer than the Forbes This for my scammer bitches in the stores For my bitches buyin' shit they can't afford For the dancers gettin' money off the floor For the bitches in the feds for that fraud For my chicks in the school study law [Outro: Young M.A] OOOUUU, OOOUUU These haters on my body, shake 'em off OOOUUU, OOOUUU Ahhhh, these haters on my body, shake em off OOOUUU, OOOUUU These haters on my body, shake 'em off I could never lose, what you thought? What they thought? I could never lose, what you thought? This Henny got me, it got me sauced This Henny got me, oh, it got me sauced I could never lose, what you thought? M.A got it on lock, man, of course OOOUUU, OOOUUU Hands Down[Chorus] [Yo Gotti] Doors up, doors down When I’m in the club, bitch, it's going down Shorty thick as fuck, hands down Hands up, pants down Down, down, shorty fucking head down I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down [Verse 1: Remy Ma] Niggas stand up, chicks stand down Cuz its bad bitches on deck when I'm around You see this nigga rich as fuck, hands down He throw bands up and bands come down (yeah)This dude be spending cash down I heard that he be tricking, but the nigga ain't a clown He usually do the redbone, tonight he want a brown He said the pussy so live these other bitches dead now Cuz when we laid up I lay it down When he in the pussy nigga swear he bout to drown Yeah, it be wet as fuck ,hands down With the legs up or with the legs down Tell them niggas! [Chorus] [Yo Gotti] Doors up, doors down When I’m in the club, bitch, it's going down Shorty thick as fuck, hands down Hands up, pants down Down, down, shorty fucking head down I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Post lil homie bond, now watch him do the Shmurda dance The cut a nigga yard that shit went down to 30-grand Fuck with Shaka Zulu in dem in Zimbabwe Fat boy, got 40 foreign's in the driveway A hundred bands in the back a make her recognize I never ask her name until we fuck a second time Standing still diamonds dancing in the summertime We all got ? coming down She be in my double R and I'm just runnin round That body boy punching bag and boy I run the South Bullet wounds all in his back or we gone gun you down Buying all the highest rises while the numbers down [Chorus] [Yo Gotti] Doors up, doors down When I’m in the club, bitch, it's going down Shorty thick as fuck, hands down Hands up, pants down Down, down, shorty fucking head down I see my phone blowing up, I know it’s going down Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down Feels So Good[Chorus: Ne-Yo] We up in this room, girl Puttin' it down on you And now you're pushin' back at me I don't want to let you leave But, baby girl, you feel so good And, little mama, that thing is so good And, girl, the way that you move is so good I wanna do it again, I wanna do it again (So good) [Verse 1: Remy Ma] Stop actin' crazy, I'ma keep it real See, I just need someone that gives me something I could feel Have a little small talk and a night on the town It could all be yours, can you go another round? Don't wanna lose you in it 'cause the groove is in it But it really don't matter long as you be in it Boo, what's gotten into you? Told you I got a interview But you wanna get intimate, why you tryna get in to it? [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] Baby, I know you got moves to make But you ain't leavin' 'til I get another taste I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open, babe And I'ma need some more before you get away, oh [Chorus: Ne-Yo] We up in this room, girl Puttin' it down on you Now you're pushin' back at me I don't want to let you leave But, baby girl, you feel so good And, little mama, that thing is so good And, girl, the way that you move is so good I wanna do it again, wanna do it again (So good) [Verse 2: Remy Ma] Yeah, you pushin' further and I'm seein' that you lovin' it I'm pushin' back and got you callin' out my government Like, reminisce, I'm really feelin' this And I don't like to kiss, but I really like ya lips See, I'm tryna hold it, but I can't control it My mind is tellin' me stop, but my body, it keeps goin' You want me to stay and I wish I could Another day but tell me why I should [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] Baby, I know you got moves to make But you ain't leavin' 'til I get another taste I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open, babe And I'ma need some more before you get away, oh [Chorus: Ne-Yo] We up in this room, girl Puttin' it down on you And now you're pushin' back at me Don't want to let you leave 'Cause, baby girl, you feel so good And, little mama, that thing is so good And, girl, the way that you move is so good I wanna do it again and again and again (So good) [Verse 3: Remy Ma] It's so good you can't even keep your hands off So good you think you need to go and put ya mans on You got your Blackberry off and your phone vibratin' And all you wanna know is why my legs keep shakin' See, we both grown and I know when the feeling's right And what you sayin' is makin' me wanna spend the night And now I'm focused and I'm open 'cause ya notice me And I was hoping you'd say, "Can I take you home with me?" [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] Baby, I know you got moves to make But you ain't leavin' 'til I get another taste I ain't ashamed to say you got a nigga open, babe And I'ma need some more before you get away, oh [Chorus: Ne-Yo] We up in this room, girl Puttin' it down on you And now you're pushin' back at me Don't want to let you leave 'Cause, little mama, that thing is so good And, baby girl, you feel so good And, girl, the way that you move is so good I wanna do it again, wanna do it again (So good) [Outro: Ne-Yo] We up in this room, girl Puttin' it down on you And now you're pushin' back at me I don't want to let you leave 'Cause, baby girl, you feel so good And little mama, that thing is so good And, girl, the way that you move is so good I wanna do it again, wanna do it again (So good), yeah Mask Off (Freestyle)[Chorus] Murder next, who Imma murder next Murder next, who Imma murder next Maybe her, nah, she ain't worth it yet I burned you, your new name is Burnadette Blast off, fuck it, blast off Blast off, fuck it, blast off Murder next, who Imma murder next Burner spec, head shot, jerk her neck [Verse I] Pulled up, riding in the Range You know you winning when your enemies is gang Fake models, hoes getting cute Don't hang yourself, tryna be up in the loop Red blouses, bangin' like Piru An animal, welcome to the Bronx zoo Here's your deposit, I know you gonna sue Ask about me, won't hesitate to shoot It's a shame, your whole click lames Who mans is this? What set this bitch claim? New York bitch, red bottom Timberlands Blood on 'Em, we ain't never gon be friends again [Chorus] Murder next, who Imma murder next Murder next, who Imma murder next Maybe her, nah, she ain't worth it yet I burned you, your new name is Burnadette Blast off, fuck it, blast off Blast off, fuck it, blast off Murder next, who Imma murder next Burner spec, head shot, jerk her neck [Verse II] I spit cracks I'm such a damn fiend Don't be the next contested on that Summer Jam screen I'm Latifah in Set it Off with that mask off in the bank Squeezing that woo-wop, I'm not Guwop But I keep it Gucci, you fake You a cop, yeah, you jake This inmate versus C.O This nightstick vesus ice pick It's parolee versus P.O It's handcuffs vesus can tops It's code D versus V.O You a half zip, I'm a kilo You DayDay, I'm Deebo I blow loud in blunt wraps You sniff coke off a C-note I'm Steph curry on a 3 point You Lebron James on a free throw Ain't no way, no way You fucking with me tho You dead wack, get your head cracked 4, 5, 6, bitch Cee-Lo Ain't no way, no way You fucking with me tho You dead wack, get your head cracked 4, 5, 6, bitch Cee-Lo [Chorus] Murder next, who Imma murder next Murder next, who Imma murder next Maybe her, nah, she ain't worth it yet I burned you, your new name is Burnadette Blast off, fuck it, blast off Blast off, fuck it, blast off Murder next, who Imma murder next Burner spec, head shot, jerk her neck Dying To Be Me[Chorus] I don't know And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch I'm good even when I'm baddest Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick Can I get a moment of silence please? Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me Dying to be me, dying to be me [Verse 1] Hair done, brows waxed Lashes laced, lips MAC'd Nails nice, toes match My clothes from Bergdorf Goodman, shoes from Saks Now the bag is dope, the jewels is crack And I pulled up in the what-the-fuck-is-that? And this pretty face really don't help It's practically masturbation the way I'm feelin' myself And I'm not alone, nah, the dudes be on me I mean when I'm regular in my Abercrombies Tank top, flip flops, no makeup, hardly They still can tell I got a body-ody I don't need no friends, I'm a one-bitch army They say I'm a ton of fun, like a walkin' party This is my prerogative like my name was Bobby Dial 646 that bitch, you wanna call me [Chorus] I don't know And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch I'm good even when I'm baddest Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick Can I get a moment of silence please? Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me Dying to be me, dying to be me [Verse 2] I'm pretty, attitude shitty Do I think about care these hoes? Not really I mean really, I kinda understand No one likes the bitch that's fuckin' their man But damn I got swag and he's into fashion He said I be killin 'em, fatal attraction I'm a 1 + 9, call me MAC 10 You a 5, I'ma call you Jackson They say I talk mad shit, that's a fact But ain't none of these bum bitches smack me yet I be so lit, cute as ever I go all the places you could never My bag say GG or CC Some say MJ or CD A few got MK or LV Your bag say H&M or AMP [Chorus] I don't know And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch I'm good even when I'm baddest Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick Can I get a moment of silence please? Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me Dying to be me, dying to be me [Bridge] I'm sittin' in the drop that look like cotton candy That's probably why they say they can't stand me Their man be all in me every time we fuck That's probably why they say they hate my guts My buzz is so crazy and they can't take it That's probably why they say I'm aggravatin' I'm killin' y'all broke bitches and all y'all hasbeens Put my condolences and flowers on your caskets [Chorus] I don't know And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch I'm good even when I'm baddest Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick Can I get a moment of silence please? Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me Dying to be me, dying to be me When I See Her[Verse 1: Remy Ma] January to December 12 months of the year 60 seconds in a minute it's a problem when I see her 7 days a week, alternate sides of the street I'm a drag that bitch like the mothafuckin' beat That's word to me I'ma smack her when I see her You the type to be like "I'ma ask her when I see her" And still be scared to death, you walk past her when you see her See I treat her like a check and straight cash her when I see her I'm a leave her when I see her, casadia when I see her "It's me bitches" yea Swiss beater when I see her See it's on when I see her, she a goner when I see her Word is bond I'm on her, I'm a stomp her when I see her I'm a put hands on her, I'm a snatch her when I see her Like my lil' cousin Pat say trash her when I see her These broads is garbage I be laughing when I see her They be copping pleas like "Rem what happened? " when I see her I don't question her when I see her, I address her when I see her Wash her up and permanently press her when I see her Apply pressure when I see her, disrespect her when I see her This is chess but I'm a chin check her when I see her I don't give a fuck yup! I'm a duff her when I see her I swear to my mother I'm a snuff her when I see her It's nothing when I see her, no it's something when I see her That bitch best bets to start running when I see her I dare her to talk back and start frontin when I see her I just might snap and start gunnin when I see her Now I'm a step to her like a grown woman when I see her Naw, I'm lying ya'll already know I'm dumbing when I see her Yeah I'm coming when I see her See it's over when I see her So don't act like I ain't never told ya'll when I see her I'ma Ether her like Nas did Hova when I see her And then come back like HOV, and take over when I see her Ya'll could call me Diddy cause I ain't stopping when I see her I ain't Lil Mama, but my lip gloss poppin' when I see her She ain't rocking when I see her, cause I'm rollin' when I see her I'm a have her whole fucking face swollen when I see her Rem! Whuteva[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Are you ready! I need everybody to report to the dance floor Now (Remy Martin just stepped in the building) To all my ladies that don't need child support I need you to report to the dance floor right now All my niggas thats on the grind (echo:report to the dance floor right now) You on the grind right now We about to get it poppin in this motherfucker (Remy) Already told y'all what it is 1-swizzy 2-y'all gon'make me 1, 2 hands in the air !! [Hook: Remy and Swizz] Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) [Verse 1: Remy Ma] See if the God say get her I'mma get her I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (bitch) I'm R to the E-Z It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' I gets fly for no reason See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma starter See every damn day I ball My jeans is blue and grey like Seton Hall [Hook: Remy & Swizz] Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) [Verse 2: Remy] Yeah See Rem is a monster I'm raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia My shits so butter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge And whuteva I say goes, so if I say NO Don't ask why I assume its because I say SO I've been doin it too long, ain't nothin' new to me I'll run through ur lil' gated community You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up [Hook: Remy & Swizz] Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) [Verse 3: Remy] See this goes out to my B-X crew Put your hands up in the air if you feel me Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night Treat niggas like hoes It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin' to make shit to make niggas bop I make shit they play then niggas get shot Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules don't apply to us We gon' do what we do, it's 'Whuteva' 2 fuck We got that fly shit here we go Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the "Hypnotize" video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher Now everybody light your lighters! [Repeat Hook: Remy & Swizz] Black Love[Bridge: Tamia] With every passing moment Thoughts of you run through my head Everytime that I'm near you I realize that you're heaven sent, baby I think you're truly something special Just what my dreams are really made of Let's stay together, you and me boy There's not one like you around [Chorus: Tamia] I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it, I'm so into you [Verse 2: (Papoose) + Remy Ma] (We gonna show ya'll the meaning of black love) When he havin' a bad day I fill up the bathtub (She put on the oven mitt, be cooking up mad grub) Got beef with a nigga, put on the black gloves (Who run the world?) Girls (Rem you buggin') Beside every great man, bae, is a good woman Anybody think differently gotta be a hater Name one good man (Will Smith) Jada (Mellow) Lala (Mandela) Winnie (Swiss) Alicia (2Pac) Afeni (TI) Tiny (Barrack) Michelle (What about Duane Wade?) Got Gabrielle (Nick) Mariah Wait that's about to end (They should stay together) Yeah, they could get counseling (Wiz) Amber (Yo I heard he deaded her) Then we gotta switch it up (Bow Wow) Erica (Martin) Coretta (Biggie) Voletta (Jay-Z) Beyonce (Kanye) Kim K (Papoose) Remy That's black love every day [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tamia] It could be the way that you hold me It could be the things that you say Oh I'm not too sure what it is boy But I know I like feeling this way [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse 4: Tamia] Oh I really like What I feel when I'm with you Your a dream come true Don't you ever leave my side Cuz it feels so right [Chorus] Remy Ma & Papoose Freestyle on Flex | Freestyle #027Y'all had to listen to garbage I know y'all glad remy back Getting that paper, that bag You're not bad you're doing bad Mad cause I'm not mad Can't take you serious, period You live in your moms pad Heard you was at the freestyle and you was way scared Bitch I'm so secure I wrote this on the way here Been killing kids while they nap, since daycare I got this sewed up and on track like fake hair When niggas ask me to spit, they know what I'm bout to do When they ask you to spit, they wanna see what that mouth do When I talk greasy trust it ain't about you I don't shade, I say names you don't want me to shout you Every bar is a bar, bitch what you know bout that They calling me bars bitch or kit kat You get that You broads never go hard on a rap Okay, maybe once or twice but you ain't all of that See your whole style, bitten Pieces ain't hitting When I said it was written, I was talking bout y'all bitches Y'all trying to play chess, but why would I play you When I could knock the whole fucking board off the table See I been the difference I don't do the shit they do When I'm around they quiet, I'm loud you bitches k2 Im straight remy no chase boo And y'all a bunch of old birds, y'all just grey goose I'm probably the only chick that make flex drop bombs Got more punchlines than thirsty niggas at prom I ain't gotta fraud for you, black love be how I live Before I made it cool you was HOP positive I put you on punishment, now I gotta beat yo ass You like a disobedient teenager, you wanna be in the streets so bad All this talk about my and your son I'm hot and your whole world revolve around me, bitch I am the sun Wanted to be an icon, ended up like Akon They finally let me out now I'm an XCON Everybody ratting, I really need some d con Told flex put the beat on, so I can go pecan I showed hoes the way, I'm the light, I'm the beacon Looking for that real bitch, I'm the one that y'all seek on I'm on paper I'm over here blowing dank, y'all bitches really haters over there shooting blanks But who knows, you might really hit something one day But right now, your shit is weaker than Monday through Sunday I'll take your wig off, no literally take your wig off It's funny when she's talking tough, cause we know the bitch soft And if she soft you sophomore That's why I school freshmans and juniors, but let me tell y'all what for Cause at 3 us, 2 can shoot the one I'm 195 ten you little bitches is done I got that face on pretty, attitude on savage NEW York city I'm in the center like javage Now this the part where I talk shit, I know y'all hate that This part not about bars, it's just all straight facts In 2 years, no album, no solo single, no tour 3 million followers and got 2 BET awards Got the album of the summer, independent and the shit popped Legitimized an entire franchise of love and hip hop Ratings be Monday night, football to be toward thrice Had Hov on my remix, deadass I am nice Appointed black love, I made it cool to be cuffing I body every beat I touch and then I married my husband Brought NEW York rap back, rapping how I really rap Bodied summer jam twice, what you know about that Two soul train awards, yeah female rap changing it And yesterday I woke up to two Grammy nominations, FACTS Go In Go Off[Spoken Intro] I mean what yall want me to do? Yall want me to go off? Or do yall want me to go in? [Verse] Blackjack I got a Ace and a 9 And I'm still like hit me She don't write her rhymes, he fed her lines like Britney I don't need a shooter, I'm the shooter Come get me Got a 9mm resting on my right kidney This for everybody that was claiming that they miss me My footwear crispy, flyer than a frisbee Keep a Papermate and some college-rule with me But can still come off the head, like a 59-fifty Get that heroin from Houston, so I call it Whitney It makes the fiends scream, so I call the fiends Sidney Shoot at cha' crib, and I don't mean where ya live see I mean the crib where ya motherfucking kids sleep You a square like that ugly ass Benz jeep I'm more hood than the Ku Klux Klan sheet I'ma sit on the throne, since hoes can't stand me Ain't leaving till they call to outs me 7 Grammy's Can't nobody tell me, I don't does this I need some Hammer pants, cuz can't no bitch touch this Caught yall red handed, all yall bitches is busted My flow sick, nauseous ,disgusting My mic sounds nice, I just had to dust it The rap game twisted, I'm here to adjust it I know yall flustered ,Yall panties is bunching Yall know Remy wrap hoes for breakfast, dinner, lunch But, if yall play nice with me in the sandbox I'll let yall pussies breathe No need for Tampons But if you wanna bleed ma welcome to JamRock I just did six years, bitch I'm nice with a can top All yall hoes coochi none of yall won't pop Why yall was in Gucci, she was in gun shops Get accidentally shot, she keep her gun cocked She got so many sons bitch she need sunblock Sunglasses, and UV protection She come so hard, they should call it erection Yeah, that girl dope this a lethal injection She fucking with the kids they all getting molested They say Rem is the best These other bitches is cool But, Rem ain't eat em up these other bitches is food Just speak your price, she'll easily finish her Shes so nice, she spit like Chris and em' Chris "KRS-One", Christopher "Big Pun" Yes, Sheezus Christ, she'll just christen em Bitches so thirsty, need for me to quenching em They all washed up, so really she just rinsing em Out in Beverly Hills, She be Fresh Prince'n em Hoes don't exist to her, She don't even mention em Bitches can't play with her, they coach is straight benching em Tell them hoes hang it up, The girl is straight lynching em They say I'm Project pretty, ghetto, high, siddity And every hood chick wannabe like Remy They say I walk and I talk like New York City Ok, motherfucker so what's really? These bitches ain't doing nothing, I gets busy Cheap deck a ho can get smacked silly But on the contrary , I packs the mack Milli And believe when my gun pop, it's gone be a head shot They locked me up, yeah they gave Rem a pen But they fucked up when they gave Rem a pen No studio, so I was holding them But as soon as I got out I started going fucking in bitch! [Spoken Outro] Yo, hand me my motherfucking Pelle Jacket I'm off this Truffle Butter (Remix)[Verse 1: Remy Ma] (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Thinking out loud Yall know I got the 4-fizzy on me right now People keep saying ,"Rem you need to drop a record" I'm like in a minute let me body bitches records Yea, for the millions I will kill these pop hoes Ain't no one in these streets like me and potholes Bout to put yall all out of business, shop closed And since I dropped Hot Bitch all these chicks den got cold I'm around wassup?, I don't care right now Five 40-inch bundles in my hair right now Whoa, do you feel me? I'm a real one fake ones fear me I might fly out to your hood if they clear me Ain't met a rapper chick yet that ain't scared of me You talk tough but I really did a sentence In black ink , your fingers never been printed Showing black love post, I invented You be dragging it ma, I'm authentic [Verse 2: Remy Ma] Yo, eat em like chow Like Nas said in Ether "yall love my style" But niggas in the streets and the niggas locked down Ever need a shooter, they got me on speed dial Makaveli still here, ain't a killer but don't push me Violate em like parole They let me out the pen (Why?) To put them bitches in the coffin Cuz she a lil ho, black eyes like a raccoon Knockout, leave her snoring Leave ya head full of blood, girl You should join a rap group Cause as a soloist you boring I'm a female God, on my Wu-Tang cash rules Yall hoes is retarded, live wire no shortage She'll be smokin' crack soon Bitches loving me like sausage, hottest chick on the market I'm the hardest smartest goddess regardless Walk with revolvers, you pressing charges Born in the projects, with the cops & robbers In the Bronx we bombers, Remy Mafia mobbin' You know Thug Love[Intro] Let me make love, love to you Let me thrill you with my song Let me replace the love and the faith [Hook: Big Pun] Could it be you're fallin' in love With a thug right now? Could it be you're fallin' in love With a thug's lifestyle? Could it be you're fallin' in love Right now, right now, right now? [Verse 1: Remy Ma] Could it be, it can't be, hun I'm callin' ya bluff I must be high off this weed 'cause I ain't fallin' in love All that I ever dreamed of was fuckin' a thug So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs Be up in the Benz, chillin', rollin' ya blunts Have the Spanish mommies illin' cause I'm sittin' in front And niggas on the block sick like "Whatchu doin' wit' that spic?" Y'all don't know Puetro Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids? Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips If it's a boy, hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick Shit, to tell the truth, with you I know I'm safe 'Cause if another nigga frontin' he'll get blown in his face And I like that You give me love and I give it right back But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back Hun, you got dough, but you know I got a nice stack So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back I just throw on some lipstick and The Stylistics "Break Up to Make Up" And you know I hook a steak up Take you breakfast in bed, nigga, soon as you wake up Get my jewels back and take another trip to see Jacob Lovin' the way I do this for you And every kiss that I blew, Papi Chu', was a kiss for you Stayed true, faithful, and you can never say I played you Cuz you ma boo and I can never say I hate you [Hook: Big Pun] Could it be you're fallin' in love With a thug right now? Could it be you're fallin' in love With a thug's lifestyle? Could it be you're fallin' in love Right now, right now, right now? [Verse 2: Big Pun and (Remy Ma)] I swept you off ya feet, you was just walkin', crossin' the street Said "Was you talkin' to me or was it my boys in my jeep?" She said "Either or", said she loved the way I play ball Go after the bigger niggas even though they was twice as tall Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin' my drawers Up North style right next to ma balls Just the little things would impress her a lot Like when I let her sit in my Lex' tryna guess where where the stash is God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix She thought "morena" was an Indian Twist She had the cinnamon lips, match of rimmy and crisp Thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me But like Donell, shorty had eyes for me It's a quarter past one, but that's another song, what was wrong? Why you took so long to put a brotha on? It wasn't long before we start Bumpin' and Grindin' Crushin her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming Bustin' her hymen, the slightest touch when I bust had her cryin' Her bus went by and she was already up in there rydin' Cussin' and wildin', talkin' dirty in the back of the Porsche Whose pussy is this? (Come on daddy, it's yours) [Hook: Big Pun] Could it be you're fallin' in love With a thug right now? Could it be you're fallin' in love With a thug's lifestyle? Could it be you're fallin' in love Right now, right now, right now? My ShitI'm in my bag now I'm in my bag now Bitches really mad now I know these bitches really mad now They let me back out Them bitches sat down They was frontin', talking mad loud They in the back now I brought these bitches Glad bags now They in the trash now My Himalayan Birkin Bag two hundred-thou cash now N-Now I'm sitting in the club with a different bag now If Pap knew how much it was, he would fucking pass out See, I never gave a fuck In them quicker spazz out I'll exaggerate a bitch and she gon' get dragged out Pretty Remy with the semi, yeah the queen walked in 'Least I never bite and hold you, these bitches barking Same bitches shut the fuck up when the girl is talking Yeah, they all pussy, they don't want no fucking problems See, they really think they fly, but mami where your clothes at? Where your Gannis, Where your 'sace, Where your Moschino at? Where your Louis', Where your 'seppes, Where your KimZo at? I see your edges is a dub, them shits will never grow back Now everytime they play this song, they gon' think it's my shit (My shit, my shit) Cause I just bodied it And I know they know what's up, this is Remy Ma bitch (Ma bitch, Ma bitch) Yeah I just bodied it (Bodied it, Bodied it, Bodied it) She’s GoneWhat? You mean I'm ya second favorite famale rapper.. You crazy? I'm better than most niggas...Suck my dick [Verse one] There ain't a bitch as ill as me, no bitch as real as me Shit, I live where the stealers, drug dealers, killers be Don't give a fuck what y'all mothafuckas think of me So fuckin what, fuck a slut if she ain't feelin me If you a real bitch, then you love my shit Turn out the lights, get ya man and fuck to my shit Ride that dick, make him eat yo shit Bust ya nut ma, light a blunt to my shit I think it's some truth to that sex sells shit Cuz bitches is so pussy...niggas is just dicks (shit) I'm so sicking, don't think cuz I smoke a lil more Than alotta weed that I'm slippin As long as hoes is still strippin, my flow is still flippin Jewels'll keep drippin And I'mma keep comin' through in that six wit the seats back shipment Stop trippin bitch, cuz when I stop you lookin It's no need for the ice grill you not in Brooklyn Go 'head and act fool like you really wanna step to this And I'mma put the tool right between ya two breasttess And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless [Hook] Young but I done did to Too much shit I smoke like an O a day Nothing but the Dro and Haze So you know I feel no pain Now I gotta go away [Dude talking] Remy Ma Offcial fuckin beat bodier Who the fuck want it? Niggas? Bitchez? The fuckin Bronx savior The Queen of N.Y The game's changing She be on the rap for ya'll bitches This doobie ya heard BX dont get it twisted Home of the killers, the dealers, the bombers and Remy Martin..Rep that [Verse two] See I be trying not to swear to God But I swear mothafuckas gon hear the squad Y'all betta fear the Prospect and Joe the God Armageddon, Tony Sunshine and Remy Ma About to take over the world already run the Bronx And if it wasn't for P, we couldn't be So bless his heart, bless his soul Make he rest in peace Can I get a lil moment of silence please... I never let him see me stress Don't never try to disrespect Nigga I eat, shit, sleep and breath TS And if I love a nigga, Remy love a nigga ta death [Hook] Madness[Intro] [Hook] Bitches talking shit when I was gone See they quiet now that Remy home Talking tough but they fear me though All these lil bitches ratchet Me I really bust my ratchet ask around I really clap it All these fat transfer implanted bitches all they do is ass clapping Could of took her little dirty snotty nose kids turned them into bastards I could of turned her to cabbage I could of put her in a casket yall prolly mad I'm still rapping I know yall mad I'm still laughing I'm the realist bitch after reality tv I'm going to acting [Verse 1] Yall know how I give it up I never really gave a fuck On parole smoking blunts my piffs clean and a cup See these hoes can't trust him Hoe fucked your cousin then you went and cuffed it These niggas digusting these bitches disgusting I don't want to discuss it I violate these chicks cause these bitches soft I spit on the dick then I lick it off I'm the best of both worlds nigga I'm not the average girl nigga Throwing shots but you not a killer These bitches death I don't hear em [Hook] [Verse 2] I be ignoring hoes don't come for me if I ain't send for you I'm a go so hard on these bitches that Motherfuckers forget to remember you Bitches can't say I try to be friends with you But you gone make me put a end to you Trust you dont want smoke with me Cause you gone go home where you supposed to be You keep playing I'll smack a hoe My shit be laying, a bitch got bundles look how it swinging They call me Rapunzel, Azealia Banks miss 212 Tell me what the fuck you wanna do? 20K for a walk thru all yall bitches run through wonder why niggas dont want you Wack bitch! [Hook] Rem Trippin[Intro] Y'all know this my type of shit right? Remy Ma [Chorus] Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out [Verse] I’m so different from you bitches Look good in real life, you look good in pictures Got my own money but I still get his Got sidechick pussy with wife privileges I post on the Gram and she be sick But I don’t want your man, I just need dick Maybe a bag or two, fuck the bullshit Perhaps a lil sloppy toppy with his full lips Mommy’s home, now they all dubs It’s on sight, stay away from all clubs Said Mommy’s home, now they all dubs It’s on sight, you should stay away from all clubs I’m a real bitch and they all fake, the hood feel me They fuck with Remy, yeah the long way Its litty, I run the city, I hear that all day Sitting pretty, I’m booking busy, that’s what they all say She mad, her friend mad, I’m pickin' up bags Your money low, it's coming slow, they switching up fast Snatch your wig, now she sick, need a urologist You was cold, now you cold, yeah you fucking bricked [Chorus] Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out Smack you in your face lil bitch, I'll knock your weave out Frontin' like that’s your hair and I see the leave out Rock a Pucci coat, Louis boots, and Gucci pouch Fashion Nova jeans, wife beater, and my titties out Bilingual[Intro: Ivy Queen] Oye rrraaa Yo vamo' hacerlo Boricua Vamo' hacerlo [Verse 1- Remy Ma] I'm a one bitch army, y'all could hardly call me So imagine when I team up with the Puerto rican Barbie It's gon' be armed see, I'm so from the Bronx being All I really wanna see is blood on the concrete Bodies in bags and flowers on caskets Corpses swarmin' wit flies and maggots Innocent girls and boys turn into bastards I want bitches to die deaths that are tragic And niggas fucked in they ass, turned into faggots They balls cut off and mailed to they parents See I don't give a fuck I'm a muthafuckin' savage Now ya'll tell me what bitch is the baddest Miss Remy con la queen you need fire tu sabes Fuego esta aqui Vete pal carajo nigga far from me No es dificil pa' ver it ain't hard to see A four clip in the extra yo soy la mierda Tate quieta, this bitch got a bad temper Respeta puta no pueda joder con nosotras Un mierda! [Hook: Remy Ma & Ivy Queen] [Remy Ma] CMPR niggas meant to, the Bronx is where they went to I'mma show ya'll mafuckaz how to rhyme bilingual [Ivy Queen] Que llego la diva la caballota Si preguntas en la calle soy la que te explota [Remy Ma] CMPR niggas meant to, the Bronx is where they went to I'mma show ya'll mafuckaz how to rhyme bilingual [Ivy Queen] Tu no querías mas aqui que me tienes Dale dale ahora ahora nene [Verse 2: Remy Ma] The girl is not to be fucked with See I don't give a fuck There's not a pussy on this planet that can't be fucked Bitches don't exist to me, they all cum faced sluts How much room in your mouth for my name with all that dick you suck And your husband's a homo, he loves to get stuck Like dildos and vibrators shoved in his butt We ran trizz on his lips and made him dress up And I got it on tape, we straight fuckin' raped him Don't get it confused see I hate male groupies Pero he's willin' then I'm ready to take the opportunity My bitches is the illest so really we don't gotta care Vete pa la mierda, nigga get the fuck out of here Yo no juego, nigga I don't play What I'm capable of, I don't know, yo no se Remy Ma, I keeps the gun cocked in the auto Miss Ivy Queen please canta la coro [Hook: Remy Ma & Ivy Queen] [Verse 3: Ivy Queen] Ms. Remy con la Queen Ahora nos vamo' a fuego Este es mi estreno duro como un trueno Cocoroca La isla del encato Volando en canto Y sacarle con su llanto A sangre fria Mis quilas tienen crias Jodedora por si tu no lo sabias QUEEN llega A escena Dan pena Con las locas que van nebuleando Yo soy de la calle si me estas buscando Ando con par de locos pa verte brincando So no te ajores, no te desesperes mere Yo tengo el control con las mujeres Muchas me odian otras me quieren Vendo mis discos Y tengo mis bienes Rrraaa Remy get ready Everybody Go rock Steady Go rock Steady [Hook: Remy Ma & Ivy Queen] Poppin ’ (Freestyle)[Remy Ma: Verse 1] If a bitch get outta place I'ma beat ha ass up Ice grill on her face Im'a heat ha ass up These little freaks they geeked and gassed up Dump clips in they whip while they at the gas pump You ain't wifey material just a fast fuck A pop bungee cord you just a bad jump Who's really the best female if Rem ain't there? If theres a answer to that its cuz Rem ain't there Imma spell it out for you to make it clear I ain't tryna be ya bestie I'm just the b-e-s-t, flow cold on ice I'm Wayne redski I'm sick, sneeze on you bitches God bless me The queen done studied you hoes, Who wanna test me? Its chess , not checkers I'm in the box you ain't check me Bitch i spits tighter than Stretchies And your comments get returned to sender cuz yall dont address me Couple of indirects , a few subliminals, you'll get wet up a 2 piece you a fucking swimming suit Ayo I'm nice with a marker a pencil or pen Bitch give me a piece of chalk and I'ma go in I'm so hard these broads dont flow like Rem I mean I got more bars than the jail I was in More songs than Trey, yeah call me Trigga Cuz according to New York State law I'm an attempted killer but Truthfully I ain't try to murder that bitch I just wanted them to give me back my shit Everybody say that these hoes sound like Rem But when u really think about it im nothing like them See they blew up fast, I'll blow a bitch quick They talk about they ass I just spit that shit Ion want homage you ain't gotta salute me These bitches know I really rap and I smack the pins out cha doobie Keep something cocked or copped in the Louis I gotta right to bear arms I'm Huey Directors pressing me for a Remy Ma movie Heard I shot someone now they all wanna shoot me You ain't do a bid, you was out on bail and You wasn't in prison bitch you was in jail Big difference word to my innocence Most of these so called killers ain't never get fingerprints Ain't glorifying crime I love my freedom I ain't a gynecologist but I know pussies when I see em Catch em in the booking so easy to read em Screaming fuck the police like I'm straight outta Compton Not you , you been on my dick yeah condom Ether any one of these bitches yes Nas em Everyday I’m Fuckin HimEvery day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm, Everyday I'm Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm, Everyday I'm Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Fuckin him, Fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Who that rappin chick from the Bronx, the queen of NY Hair half black and half blonde, that's Remy Ma I give 'em head I give 'em twigh I give 'em crack I keep 'em comin back (what) I keep 'em comin back (what) I'm into rough sex (rough sex), you can tie me up (tie me up) And if I'm running late my nigga probably tie me up I know Janet Jackme (Janet Jackme), Heather Hunter (Heather Hunter) The real heather hunter, she done fucked 100 brothers Don't want no Lil Jon's (nah) this ain't TNT I need a anaconda, we can make a DVD Yep, my ass fat, my tities right My pussy wet, so you know he wanna pipe He said he love it when I ride him like I ride a bike I say if you ride a dick, bitch you betta ride it right Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm, Everyday I'm Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm fuckin him Every day I'm, Everyday I'm Every day I'm fuckin him I'm not a porno star, but I'm like a porno star Dick be real hard, dick be dick be real hard I fucked him raw (you fucked him raw), I fucked him raw (yeah) Dick be real hard, dick be dick be real hard Yall aint never heard Remy Ma talking all this dirty talk I'm like the breast cancer marathon because I run New York My shoes is sick and I got the meanest walk But at any given moment I'll buy out the sneaker store Seeing me in person is like seein someone you never seen before TV does me no justice, plus I'm above the law Don't know bout them other broads Them boo butt slut bag whores I got some good pussy, shorty call me good pussy I got a good pussy, and a bad dog A swimming pool and a hammock in my back yard Gangsta Bitch[Hook](x2) You ain't never hear me snitch I live the code of the street, I'm a gangster bitch I hold my own, I hold my own Hold my own, I hold my own [Verse 1] I like my beat down low Top back in my whip I got my hate up lockers on just to puff in my pip The truth is we selling me or Remy, you that bitch And I be high I roll the windows down like yeah, yeah I know that shit Only fuck with gangster niggas cause I'm a gangster bitch And Remy Ma is straight cash, you gotta check your shit You pussy I get you robbed, even though I'm rich I'm disrespectful, tell your mom yous' a son of a bitch I'm a international hustler, if you want it I got it I'm talking import, export, my passport is poppin' But I'm cautious of who's coppin' Cause I don't mean that pretty bitches is fallin' when I be sayin' [?] is, drop it Nigga [Hook](x2) [Verse 2] I do my dirt all by my [?], why you bastards hatin' I hold my own like I'm masturbatin' And no, I don't have a statement, no I'm not signing my name on no [?] No accusations or allegations, no I can't help with the applications, no I don't have any information And y'all can label me as uncooperative Rats in the garden and the apple is rottin' See the avenues is listening, the streets is watchin' But I live by the code and I'mma die by the code And can't nobody say that Remy ever told me nothin' [Hook](x2) [Bridge] Where my niggas at? Roll on a nigga cause he told on you nigga Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air Yeah and if you'll split, you a nigga cause he snitched on you nigga Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air Yeah and if you stab, you a nigga, cause he [?] on you nigga Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air Yeah and if you kill, you a nigga, cause he squealed on you nigga Put your motherfuckin' guns in the air I'm a gangster bitch [Hook](x2) Blasremy[Intro] Here ye, here ye all rise The Queen of NY Remy Ma The BX Savior Shesus Khryst (Chorus) I'm the best none before None should come after me Talking against Rem now that's blasremy I'm the best none before none should come after me Talking against Rem, now that's Blasphemy [Verse 1: Remy] It's like I caught a case now these little bitches wanna dumb up Think I was Fendi the way these little bitches wanna come up They mad cuz I'm a ten and I'm getting Dinero I ain't deep freeze but I know these hoes Sub-zero P-p-pussies is loose I wanna let my niggas loose But I already know that these rappers is pussy It ain't Houstoun fire crotch Baldheaded bitch better mind her fucking business (whoeva) Niggas is rats and these bitches is mouses Matter fact shout out to all my bitches in the pink houses I be in the studio writing puffin' on trees Yall be in precinct, crying talking to the D So please it's me bitches Shesus Christ It's Blasremy, saying she's this nice so keep advice back when they'll leave her alone I'm like the stadium in Katrina I ain't got all of my dome So how the fuck you think you get me mad by calling my phone When I answer it and let you hear ya man fucking and moaning It's 5 in the morning , don't you got somewhere to be going? Some type of J-O-B or place of appointment? Bitch (Chorus) x2 [Verse 2] This bitch is annoying matter fact bitch this a warning Next bitch talk shit gone be kissing my Jordans I does whatever the fuck I li-zike and yall be kissing ass Cuz all yall bitches is di-zikes and yall dont wanna fi-zight I come thru on a bi-zike My swag so up it got all yall bitches ti-zight How the fuck she tell's Rem that she gets it in? That every time She a sucka fucker fuck her I'm thugger thugga Go head and act crazy like you really wanna, wanna get fucked up right in front of your son and your daughter Somebody better call her, cause I'm about to smack her And I dont wanna have to But I keep reminding these bitches that I am not a rapper And I am not actor but my life is like a movie And I wrap yall bitches up just like yall bitches was a doobie (Chorus) Crazy(Hook) Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Ooh ooh (Verse 1) It's crazy I be thinking everybody tryna play me Lately I know I be flippin on a daily basis I hate waiting I'm impatient Bitch don't ask me why I gotta ice grill This is just how my face is , I piss in public places Slightly racist, right now I'm robbing a theif and I'm fuckin a rapist I married an immigrant to get him his papers And niggas don't wanna give me the mic cuz they scared I'm a say shit And that's right I'm a say shit right in they faces This is Remy straight on the rocks wit nothing to chase it I'm a new breed of female far from the basic And if you still can't see that then you need to get lasik I'm a make a statement I'm the replacement I'm so close to the top I can almost taste it So ill, so real so far from fake its Rem the friend with the strip pole in the basement Now that's crazy (Hook) Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Ooh ooh - (2x) (Verse 2) Some say I'm 730 in the M-730 Been smokin since I was 13 Been on my own since I was half of 30 I thought I ain't have to worry Because I was always pretty I find a dumb nigga gettin dough and do his pockets dirty But see that wasn't workin And I wasn't tryna work in I got my own work in I started puttin work in Some say it ain't worth it I say I ain't perfect Matter of fact I'm sayin, doin the fuck I feel I make people nervous Who say I ain't bout it I'm still from the projects What you talkin bout bitch I sets it on bounces I don't think you understand son You know how many clubs I been from And I can careless I'm so careless I'm from the generation where we did shit because you dared us I said I wish every breath I take didn't taste like drunk And every sentence I say came out in a flow I swear I wouldn't have to write or spend dough on smokes Now thats crazy (Hook) Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Ooh ooh (Verse 3) Yo I'm crazy nigga So don't play wit me nigga Put ya head down when you talk Watch what you say to me nigga See I got goupin if I won I can pay for you nigga I'm the type let you pipe but I won't stay with you nigga Leave you in telly on ya belly don't wanna lay with you nigga Yea I say it's ya pussy but I always say that to niggas See I'm really the business This is goin into history I just got my own company I love it call me misery I said I walk around the metal dectors Who does that Before I told them lean back I told bitches to run that And if they ain't show me where the ones and the funds at More or less I was gunna show them how the guns clap I pull a weed nigga and treat his stash like a fun pack See you tryna do it to me I does that Hold Up Matta fact I think the craziest shit I ever said is I wish I could bring Pun back (echo) back back (Hook) Crazy (Crazy) Some times I'm crazy baby Crazy (Crazy) Crazy (echo) crazy crazy crazy Ooh ooh - (2x) Whats Going On"Remy Ma - What's Going On" (feat. Keyshia Cole) [Verse 1] [Keyshia:] Mmmmmm Mmmmmm Heeeeeeyyyyyy [Remy:] Why Didn't I See The Signs I Was To Busy Getting High Runnin Up The Studio Smoking Dro Writing Rhymes To Blind To Notice My Abdomen Was Growin Having Sex Wit Out Protection Now My Belly Is Showin Nobody Know That Me And My Boo Trying To Decide What To Do He Buggin Like That's A Little Me Inside Of You It Ain't True And I'm Scared And I Can Tell He Is Worried A Bit So We Proceed To Get The Weed And Straight Ignoring The Shit My Jeans Don't Want To Fit Every Morning Hurling And Shit I Had To Tell My Family I Knew They All Was Goin To Flip And His Was Happy Thinking He Was About To Be A Daddy But I Knew It Wasn't True Even Though We Both Wanted It So Badly [Hook:] Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Callin For Give Me My Baby How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby [Verse 2] We Love Each Other Madly So Much To Gain So Much To Lose I'm In Pain Your Mind Frame Change When You The One That Gotta Choose Talk A Walk Step In My Shoes Think In Negative Thoughts Politics And Shit Quit When The Doctor Says Positive It's A Life Living In My Body But It Don't Gotta To Live It's Up To Me But If I Keep What The Fuck I Got To Give I Mean I'm Still Young And I Don't Really Have Shit And If This Nigga Up And Leave Then My Child A Be A Bastard This Is Drastic Nobody Really Understands Me And My Mom Don't Give A Fuck And Neither Does The Rest Of The Family They Like Remy You Can't Afford It You Expect Us To Support It I Feel My Seeds Apart Of Me And I Don't Want To Abort It So: [Hook:] Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Calling For Give Me My Baby How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby [Verse 3] I'm Not Steady But I Can Get Ready For Responsibilities Shit Where Would I Be If My Moms Got Rid Of Me I'm So Stressed And I'm Under A Lot Of Pressure But All I Need Is The Remedy To Make Remy Feel Better I Knew I Couldn't Win So I Chose To Forfeit Its A Shame I'm Over Four Months And I'm In The Doctors Office I Swear To All That I Love That I Wanted To Leave And Wait Five More Months And Birth The Child That I Conceived But I Sat There Because I Felt I Had To And I Cry Everyday Because I Realize Boy Or Girl That I Wanted To Have You Don't Be Made At Me How It Is Is How It Had To Be And Any Pain I Put You Through Is All Coming Back To Me [Hook: Repeat Until Fade] Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Callin For Give Me My Baby How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby Dat Thing (Lil Kim & Fat Joe Diss)[Verse 1:Remy Ma] It's been 3 weeks since the diss from Little Kim The one you played it once , and never played it again Remember when she told yall she was bout the Benjamins? Yall act like yall ain't know that she wasn't writing then To begin, how you think you really gone pretend Like you got the crown and you nicer than Rem Plus when, you had to get your stomach pumped from swallowin' them kids If you did it then, then you'll probably do it again Talkin' out your face saying you from Brooklyn With a fake nose and fake tits Now that was the sin that Kimberly end It ain't my fault that the record didn't spin You ain't gotta ask cause I'm nice with the pen, girlfriend Lemme break it down for you again You know if Rem you say it then its truly genuine Don't be a hard rock when you really just a gem Babygirl Reminisce is really not the one Your peoples lying to you and you believing em', see Remy Ma is only human You act like you ain't been through the same predicament At the radio station I shout you out when you was in Only (Freestyle)[Verse: Remy Ma] Yo, I'm a real bitch, these sluts ain't Six years I did upstate I did walks like I'm on a catwalk These bitches walk like they butts stank See my jewelry, you'll see rock Like that imported vodka that Puff drink Embrace the haters, I love hate Cause y'all showing love, but that love fake I'm from Castle Hill where they pump weight The murder rate high and the drug rate Them thugs love me, I got blood money Cause I stash my money in a Blood bank I been doing good, my son great Y'all better have my ones straight Hurry up, I don't fucking wait I'll eat her food on my lunch break Cuff me they uncover the truth These hoes lie, yeah her too Art of War, I'm Sun Tzu I'm back bitch, don't know what to do Your run was short like a (?) Your hood where the ops live Speed across the Ed Koch bridge And pull up in front of that thot crib I don't argue that's bum shit My Mackage gets unzipped Reach on you then dump clips Punish her - that's Pun's shit They all lost already They don't want me to win I'm 'bout to kill these hoes - Scott Peterson [Hook: Chris Brown] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only White Benz(Remy Talking) Nah, Ion want that Nah I want a purp.. What? Naw, not a Beamer I did that already, red is crazy I want the white, want a white, I want a white Blue? Nah That's just not right... [Hook] I want a white, droptop two door Benz With a custom interior, 22 inch rims I want auto parking, auto brakes I want an automatic starter with a jet off take I want satellite radio, internet, phone Know I gotta talk to my nigga when I'm on the road That's what I want, that's what I want That's what I want, that's what I want [Verse 1] Rem really rappin', these broads just yappin' I press a chick quick like "bitch what happened?" I'll never see these hoes in the trap And if you think I'm throwin' in subliminals, bitch catch Got a gun charge cause I'm a lil' ratchet And all you hoes dyin' to be me get a casket Bandana in your back pocket just fashion When I do it, I'm reppin' my gang, I'm flaggin' BP, Exxon, Shell, who gassed 'em? Bitches scared to breathe in my presence, they're gaspin' They can't eat when I'm around, stomach's touchin' backs and I'ma call it Remadan, yeah they fastin' Y'all done signal lights just for flashin' Ms. Martin in the Aston, yeah ask 'em I'm laughin', and I don't want burgundy Brown, blue or black, bitch [Hook] [Verse 2] I ain't even gotta try hard, these hoes diarrhea Their shit watery, get the fuck out of here Niggas like "Rem, please, you gotta drop quick" I'm like, "Easy, hoes can't even fuck with my old shit" I'm talkin' rhymes that I spit six years ago They still listenin', nah but y'all don't hear me though These chicks comedy, yeah they Mike Epps I'm a fucking horror movie and they're scared to death Not for nothin', bitches frontin', they don't want me to come back The fans is kinda smart and they can see that you dumb wack My swag, tried to jack it, but couldn't quite catch it Your flow is mediocre, your whole style plastic This ain't just rap, bitch, I don't give a fuck See it could go down, mothafucka what's up? What's good, what's hood, what's really, what's Gucci? What's Farragamo, what's Prada, what's Pucci? [Hook] I’m Around[Intro] Oh really, this what y'all was doin' while I was gone? Playtime's over I'm around, yeah I'm around I, I'm around, yeah, yeah I'm around I'm around, yeah I'm around I'm around, yeah, yeah I'm around [Verse 1] I'm the queen, I got a crown, ho I wet bitches, I try to drown hoes This is punisher, I ground hoes I don't play that, Homey The Clown hoes She a deuce, she got chopped up These pussies loose, she got fucked up You act bougie, you get stuck up I'm 'bout a dollar, you get bucked up [Hook] It's goin' down, yeah I'm around Just touched the town, yeah, yeah I'm around With my crown, yeah I'm around I'm around, mothafucka I'm around Money, I'm around, guns, I'm around Cars, I'm around, drugs, I'm around I'm around, tell them niggas I'm around I'm around, tell them bitches I'm around [Verse 2] You a bug, I am so flee I give you some, I am so me That went over your head, I OD I'm Bobby Johnson, I'm an OG My hat, my 40 ounce, it's OE I got thick hair, I hold heat Hoes scared, y'all got cold feet Your run is over, you a slow leak [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm a felon, my gun go off Burn bitches, I'm a blow torch I cancel bitches, I'm a show off I'm too hard, I got blue balls I talk greasy, my mouth too slick I'm on fire, the girl's fuse lit I'm a bitch, I'm a blue pitt I throw it up, bitch are you sick? [Hook] I’m[Hook:] You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp cup You take orders and run errands I take vacations with killers and four time felons You outside on line like where the weed I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats You where the rats and the D's at I'm where the B's and the C's and the real O.G's at [Verse 1:] Ayo the girl spits harder than most dudes I give it to you on any given sunday like soul food I ain't even gotta double my vocals I do a main, ad-libs and the rest is Pro Tools I'm in the booth wit no shoes and my chain be bangin the mic so I don't got on no jewels I'm so hot and I done told you You ain't no kin to me so basically I don't know you You don't know me homie I clap you with yo heat If this was an L.A I'd be a mother fucking OG Set off the sirens form thee alliance Its a four alarm blaze and I'm on fire I was talking to Kanye and I heard through the wire That I'm the truth and you're a liar I'm the queen of rap and there is none higher and all you slut bag whores should call me sire [Hook 1X] [Verse 2:] I'm like fuck that this is it All these other chicks is wack and I'm the shit See I'm from New York so I repped the Knicks I'mma I'mma Husslin I could get them bricks They say my flow is crazy and I could spit and I rap as if I had a dick Bitches is bad but I'm that bitch Listen I'm so above the average Now my walk is mean but my whip is sick I can't stand a clown but I love a trick I see a group of dudes and I take my pick Like you you and you with the Timbs hi nice to meet you my name is Rem I don't drive a caddy but I'm stuntin like a pimp struct With a diddy bop looking something like a limp I cleaned up my money now I'm filthy fucking rich (shit) [Hook 1X] [Verse 3:] See I'm from where niggas stash packs in the backs of their ball sack and pump crack, yak, D, weed and that Put more baking soda in there coke to get more back Roc Timberlands uptowns White Tees and sports hats We kill all rats tell lies cheat and steal Tints pitch black even gotta em on the windsheild Liscense suspended Vehicles rented Warrants open cases several offenses No phone no cable notices of eviction Parents is addicted kids don't listen No rules no school no food in the kitchen and the staircase and elevator smell like piss You can only talk tough if you do tough things If you ain't from around here you better tuck them blings Only difference between me and you is that I got out the hood but the hood is still in me [Hook 1X] Erthang Fake(Remy Ma speaking) Damn I just came home and All these bitches is fake Nah, I mean Literally fake Where my real bitches at? (chrous) Yo hair , yo brows Damn you fake bitch Ya nails , ya tan Damn you fake bitch Ya eyes, ya ass Damn you fake bitch Ya tits, ya lashes Damn you fake bitch Ya Fake, Fake Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake,Fake Bitch F-F-F-F-FAKE Everything about u fake bitch [Verse 1: Remy Ma] Bumping shoulders, fist fighting, and a bitch like me can't take that Dry blows, subliminals, indirects I hate that You pussy bitch You dont want it, We can take it way back I mean no earrings, face Vaselined, six braids going straight back (Wudup) And still I stay strapped, straight music bitch Maybach No leg shots, arm shots, only head shots, put a hole where yo face at Niggas Call me Rocky, she'll pop on A bitch ASAP I put in work, just got released, this work release case that This ugly bitch keep grilling me , hold up where my mases at, where my razor Ima eat her food, where the fuck my placemat? Buy my own shit off iTunes, cuz all yall hoes is straight whack Bitch I'm so old school, this should be on 8 tracks (Chrous) [Verse 2: Remy Ma] I'm just laid up, laying bitches down Mad days, I just lay back With my eyes red, and my money green I ain't gotta do shit but stay black I ain't got time for drawing blood Homie, don't play that You got time, you not a thug Cuz you ain't pay yo fed of state tax Niggas think it's a game Cuz they see the ass and tits So, I put the heat in they face And I tell em to suck my dick These rap chicks is sick Cuz they know Rem spit that mucus I keep a phone that's smart Yeah and all my cars is stupid It gets ugly quickly So please don't try to get cute bitch I hear they say I shoot chicks and really live my music I ain't even gotta do shit Niggas a do it for me I personally pop on bitches Because all yall bitches corny (Chrous) [Verse 3: Remy Ma] Fuck Rem look like twerkin'? Fuck twerkin' she put that work in I heard she keep a 4-5 And her mase in her Birkin They try to close her curtains But shawty, cuz she ain't hurting Rem free as a bird But yall still out here chirping After six and a half years She sorta like a virgin She operate that dick She sorta like a surgeon The girl cold Her 36's is Perking Rem so fresh and clean She dont need detergent She don't need no Urban, she don't need no Burban Her sex drive is crazy, no red light she swervin She speaking in 3rd person Charge his card for what she purchase But he don't care bout prices Like Revlon cuz she worth it (Chrous) Where My Bitches AtWhere my bitches at? Where the fuck my bitches at? [Verse 1] These chicks know who I be I got this rap broads scared to death of me I drink gallons of Yak, smoke pounds of the weed See, Duchess alone gone cost me a G If I need a hot track I'ma call Lay-Z Like what up Ma I'm coming thru And my mans is dimes they coming too So while I do my rhyme they doing you Yea I love my bitches they keep it gully Monday room bars havin drinks with sunny With all my ice on till they turn the lights on Lefty gun in my right palm like Myson Bad chicks, mad you ain't know I get my style on Witcha fucked up face looking like Dylon Mad makeup painted and piled on It'll prolly crack if you smile wrong Look Done up I'm a dime I'm a 9 when I'm natural But dont get it twisted bitch I'll still smack you Your friend wanna act up? She can get smacked too Ok wanna play then them things can cop It ain't a thing anyday I can pop your top And I just got started ain't about to stop Admit it the flow retarted and the girl is hot see if remy ma the best then i guess you not See most chicks want a dude with a tool with a nice clip Me I want a tool with a scope and a nice clip You know a N1 or a AR15 Equipped with shell catchers night vision and end beams Plus extra bullets for all the haters I keep it street like Styles and flow sick like Jada If the squad was the Lox I guess id be chic, background like suck my dick all over the beat Walk with me Like Pun said I ain't a rapper I dont rap Think I was pink the way they scared to catch eye contact Bitch you ain't crazy You dont wanna get smacked call me miss vma Bum bitch lean back Lean back you don't want What the fuck you can't be serious And I can't be touched bitch period I know you hearing it my name gotta heavy ring I got them screaming "damn Rem on everything" Thats word to everything You can catch me anyday anytime Any hood bitch heavy bling See that's gangsta I'll get my up north niggas That just came home to shank ya Secret LocationSee most niggas call they girl when they wanna give a dick My shawtys call me when they wanna get a brick Cause even when I'm not spitting I'm still that bitch In the the kitchen with that Pyrex Vision And the way I chef up make you hang your connect up see I guarantee to bring back extra Take a buck thirty of white Make 200 hard and its butter Plus 70 grand for Remy Ma Oh god now that's a profit see I'm like a prophet And see I'm a have all of my followers run through ya projects And smack the shit out of anybody That's not on my dick See they planned and plotted But what they forgot is I'm a lunatic A crazy ass bitch with not enough sense But too much dollas I pop the top right off of your fucking collar... Young Rem, easy you know who I be nigga holla [Hook 2x] I just copped a lil crib in the secret location Laced it Put a strip pole in the basement Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is Now that's word to grandma I'll cock the hammer On the block and blow ya face off in front of the camera And plug that hole with ya little bandana And I still got my jewels like my name is Santana Look lil homie yall really don't know me Looking for the squad but see I'm by my lonely bitches Gon pay like yall motherfuckers owe me like puff n mase Can't nobody hold me down from the boogy Bronx style with my hoodie Got pounds of the brown right on the boulevard Getting so down in that motherfucking tittie bar Like fuck these bitches I'm tryna get pissy And I'm not gay so fuck ya body-ody Look around it's a sausage party When I pull up in the pink Benz With the powder pink Tims on 22 inches half black chink Friends hop out with the pink tims Laced with the mink trim platnium with the pink Jims What yall gon think then? Bet you gon love Rem Yall wanna fuck Rem But yall was saying fuck Rem So now yall just fucked up [Hook 2x] I ain't too hard These broads is just too easy That's why everytime I rhyme I be doing 'em greasy Please believe me I'm hot no matter the season I spit So sick the track be sneezing hook be coughing Got the whole studio freezing if you hit me and I hit you We still ain't even cause I'm not leaving 'til you stop Breathing ain't nothing worst than getting popped for no reason I wanna see shot laid out just leaking ya words Can't come out cause ya mouth keep bleeding ya Tanktop burgundy white tee burgundy I know yall bitches wishing that them niggas would've murdered me Remy Ma You know me if not you heard of me The reason you gon have to invest in plastic surgery I'm good with a hood n some tims Fuck burglary My weed is on the island and my guns is out in Germany [Hook 2x] FreshF-R-E-S-H Fresh, Fresh, Fresh Yes I'm fresh Hair check (Uh-huh) Gear check (Uh-huh) Lip-gloss check (Yes) Bag check (Got It) Jewelz check (Always) Whip check (O.K.) [Hook:] I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh I stays fresh, fresh, fresh My hair be fresh My gear be fresh Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock [Verse 1] I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks Got the Louis Vuitton goggles, Emilio Pucci pumps With the, Gucci Bra 36C cup Both middle fingers up cause I don't give two fucks And I'm fresh, fresh Yes don't get mad Bow-Legged stance crazy Look at the swagg Look at the bag And its official look at the tags And I ain't gay but goddamn my bitches is bad And we fresh You home depressed, you always stressed You try to get fly but you don't never get fresh I get compliments like Ma you fresh And I'm just taking out the garbage damn I ain't even dressed [Hook] I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh I stays fresh, fresh, fresh My hair be fresh My gear be fresh Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock [Verse 2] I'm back on the scene Krispy with Kreme I ain't OutKast but I'm so fresh and so clean Said I'm back the scene Krispy with Kreme I ain't have to say it twice but it just sound so mean Yes I'm the queen And I stay fresh And I'm still sexy so I gotta get blessed Ya socks is fresh Ya boxers fresh I'm still using condoms case ya cock ain't fresh yes Tell the truth, I need no less than the best Because I like to over do it, I'm extra fresh And these hoes is stupid, they extra deaf But you ain't gotta listen or hear me I know that you can see that... [Hook] I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh I stays fresh, fresh, fresh My hair be fresh My gear be fresh Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock [Verse 3] And ??? fresh Petit Peton fresh With the mean Gino Green hoodie on, I'm fresh Everyday I get dressed, I pop tags, I'm fresh Joe Jeans fitting nice on the ass, I'm fresh In NY, I'm fresh In the Chi, I'm fresh In the A, M-i-A, and L.A., I'm fresh Yes, in Texas I'm the freshest Shopping reckless In case I dirty myself then I got refreshments I'm fresh The definition of fresh On the phone, with my shorty talking to him all fresh I don't re-do or re-use I'm fresh Looking in the rear view like "Oow, I'm fresh" Yes, I'm so.. [Hook] I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm fresh, fresh, fresh I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh I stays fresh, fresh, fresh My hair be fresh My gear be fresh Oh yeah, I'm fresh I gots to stay fresh I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (Yeah) out the zip-lock Conceited (There’s Something About Remy)See, this ain't nuttin that you use to Out of the ordinary, unusual You gotta have the mind state like "I'm so great" Can't nobody do it like you do Miraculous, phenomenal And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you Show no love 'cause you wassup Look at yaself in the mirror like what the fuck Damn, I look good And can't nobody freak it like I could Yeah, OK, I got a little fat, but My shorty told me that he like it like that I'm happy Another me there never can be See, I'm so outstandin' Don't care if they can't stand me I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearing this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited. I got a reason See, I look way too good to be driving that And I look too good to be buying that You know I look way too good to be trying that I'm conceited. I got a reason Now who's that peaking in my window? Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm sexy And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see This kid that I'm waitin' on He said he love when my jeans look painted on Wit a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me Probably why I'm always getting hated on Now shorty trynna push up on me like a Wonderbra Listen, when I speak out I wouldn't want you take it wrong Now number one, I don't need you Ya name's Q, I only see you when I see you Listen two, you can never play me (Why is that? Why is that?) 'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady Three, it's all about me and I don't wanna talk about it If you love to hear it, here it go I wrote a song about it See, I look too good to be fucking you And I look too good to be loving you You know I look way too good to stuck with you I'm conceited. I got a reason See, I look too good to be gettin' with And I look too good to be havin' kids You know I look way too good to be in the crib I'm conceited. I got a reason Oh, oh, oh, oh I don't know what I'm doing I can't stop, my body gone moving I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music He's watching me and he's about to lose it I'm droppin' that hotta den drop it like its hot Face down, ass up wit some new shit I'm outta control wit it Dip it low, pick it up slow, poke it out, now roll wit it My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit it Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it See, I look good and I'm knowin it But I was never to proud to be showin it See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearing this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited. I got a reason See, I look way too good to be driving that And I look too good to be buying that You know I look way too good to be trying that I'm conceited. I got a reason Most Anticipated (Freestyle)(Remy Ma talking) Turn it up louder Most anticipated Something Bout Remy nigga Look [Remy Ma: Verse 1] I ain't thinking bout bitches I'm on the road on promo tour You in the hood fucking for free Straight promo whore Dildo in ya butt that should be your logo slore I send you prostitute bitches on a porno tour I had few exclusive spots but they ain't low no more I heard you stopped by now I don't go no more I send 40Cal shots through your Volvo door Yo I rock more Chanel than that Coco girl You coppin knock offs acting like its really a Gucci I hops out the Porsche in Emilio Pucci And walk up in the corner store and get me a loosie And I dont even smoke just to shit on you groupies And get a brown paper bag so I can sit on the stoop see It dont more hood than your girl Rem truthfully Like Keyshia and New Jack City the movie Rock a bye baby you niggas is Pookie And I got that crack I dont know nothing about slow money Grey base, pure white Call me a snow bunny You never fired a gun I keeps it so gully My gun fire like Mike Saunders for Payola Money I'm conceited Rem could never be ugly I take a Chinese chick ass before a face like Buffie's The rumors is crazy, I must really be that bitch How can I have time to pipe Pap and yall on his dick? Picture me robbed by a washed up video chick And how I'm arguing with Foxy and she can't hear shit? Matter fact dont even ask me nothing bout nobody With a clit, a pussy, a ass, or some tits I ain't gay I can only tell you bout dick And thats word to the saliva in my mouth I spit That shit like none other Fuck ya baby mother We piped in the crib I wipe my pussy with the baby covers Yeah I'm crazy I know bitches hate me But really ion love em And yall can't make me Nope (Remy talking) Somethin Bout Remy Most Anticipated my name is Remy Ma! Wassup Tho(Intro) You tryna ...you tryna go? Tryna go? Like..like Wassup , you tryna You tryna, tryna go? Wassup bitch, Wassup ho You tryna go? What a bitch like, what a bitch like Wassup bitch, you tryna fuck tho? You tryna go? What a bitch like, what a bitch like (like what?) Like me What a bitch like, what a bitch like (like what?) Like me [Verse 1: Remy Ma] I'm tired ion wanna fuck I just wanna lay back and just suck I really wanna go, Cuz I just wanna cum But i dont want cock, I just want tongue Its nice and hot you dont need no plate I want u to eat me nigga stuff your face You'll love the taste I'll love the feel On my heels, enjoy your meal Yeah, give me some head How u like being fed in bed? I know u wanna dick me I don't mean to be picky But I'd rather have your mouth instead Wassup tho? (Chorus) Wassup bitch, Wassup ho You tryna go? What a bitch like, what a bitch like Wassup bitch, u tryna fuck tho? You tryna go? What a bitch like, what a bitch like, (like what) Like me What a bitch like, what bitch like (like what) Like me [Verse 2: Remy Ma] I'm not in the mood to have sex I told you I just wanna get blessed It's no panties under my dress You do a good job, I might do u next Open my legs, kiss my lips See, Oooh..nah just give me 60 First you lick then u suck Slurp it up, lets oral fuck Yea, give me some brains I wanna see if u can make it rain I know wanna pipe it, and i'll probably like it But tonight im in the mood for a change Wassup tho? (chorus) (Hook ) 2x I'm sorry but I'm sexy And all I want u to do is just bless me All I want u to do is just bless me Just bless me Just bless me [Verse 3: Remy Ma] I got a message from my thighs And my thighs they never lie They said it's not gonna hurt, but its not much work Cuz the na-na never dry I got a message for your mouth Tell your mouth to go down south I got a 1 way strip , this a real short trip Lemme show u what I'm talkin' bout I wanna do it like this baby I wanna do it like that sugar You know what I need boy You know what I like boy Like this baby I wanna do it like that sugar You turn me on, and on and on and on (Hook)2x Guilty[Remy Ma] He put the gun in my hand I took my hand and put the gun in my pants I took my pants and pulled 'em up on my ass Got the cash out my pocket, dropped it and got my ass out of Dodge And put it into the car, started it Stepped on the gas, looked at the dash 95 really don't seem fast when you so fuckin mad And you so fuckin high and you can't stop cryin Oh shit, I just ran a stop sign, fuck it It's nothing, this nigga got me stressin I can't believe he got me buggin now I'm drivin wreckless I can't even see and my highbeams ain't really helpin But nobody really be usin the streets before 7 Got the pedal to the metal like I, lost my mind And I ain't even see the school crossin sign Car and the bastards yeah, wind blowin in my hair Seatbelt light's blinkin but, I don't care Somebody was crossin the street, came out of nowhere Ran right into 'em, body flew in the air Oh my God, my face already covered with tears Sayin my prayers, I ain't even seen her I swear I stop out of reflex, saw blood everywhere Mostly 'round the head of the little girl holdin the teddy bear I'm sorry, all I can hear is I want my mommy (mommy!) And then I ain't hear nothin from the little girl's body I'm scared but I can't stop, what I'm gon' do The first thing the cop's gon' say is it was drug influenced They ain't gon' understand what this nigga was doin How he made me drive fast when I shoulda been cruisin And they probably won't believe that it wasn't the weed And shorty just popped up, in the middle of the street And they really gon' be hatin, this gun on my waist And I checked shorty pulse and I don't think she gon' make it Dial 9-1-1, or damn should I run I'm just weighin out my options before somebody come If I stay I go to jail, if I run I'd be wrong This is takin too long, fuck it I'm gone Hit and run, damn I shoulda hit my brakes Hit and run, sometimes we all make mistakes Hit and run, I guess I'm not that heartless Hit and run, cause now I got a guilty conscience {*car peels out*} Fuck the Weatherman[Intro] Like seriously this shit is getting out of fucking control Let another fucking nigga make a fucking song for these strip ass bitches Get money nigga! (Chorus) Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em And hurricane on em, and leave his brain Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em [Remy Ma: Verse 1] I'm like damn it's about to be summer again How the fuck these niggas still tryna make it rain? Running round with these cowards talking love is pain That's exactly why I had to roof that TS chain I got that Remy Ma chain crazy ,pink and white bling crazy Earrings, bracelet, anklet, bling crazy I ain't change been crazy, Niggas ain't been claiming They know its the God honest gospel truth if Rem say it A year later still singing the same gingo, no ring on your wedding finger Where the fuck is your second single? And yall know how Rem do I be greasy rapping And now I'm tryna see what happen you dont see me laughing I'm Remy straight , no need to gas it You Henny and Alize, ya fucking Thug Passion Matter fact all yall niggas straight faggots Type to let your chick stick her fingers in your ass She be sucking your dick, you nut in her mouth And then she give you a kiss, then spit it back out You fucking homo , I asked your man if you pop off He put his hand up, shook it a little and said so-so I fuck with that D, dat white, and that coco You be fucking with Ice-T and his wife Coco So all that shit about how your gun go Really don't matter cause the last few events you was a no show This don't make no sense, Rem ain't go no sense I'm spittin that 08, you still kickin that 06 If you dont want beef you should keep it gravy Cause I'll have this shit poppin all crazy Smack fire out the face of yo baby With no , if's, and's, or but's cop the maybe NIGGA! [Outro] It's the Queen of NY , Remy Ma aka The BX Savior aka Shesus Khryst (Chorus) Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em And hurricane on em, and leave his brain Fuck the weatherman with that desert I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that AK I make it rain Fuck the weatherman with that Uzi I make it rain on em Me(Chorus) We got plenty cars Pull up to the club they know who we are We gotta couple bottles we buy the bar Terror Squad be the clique, tell em who you are Me, I'm Remy Ma See I'm a dime nevermind the scar The Queen of NY dont make me pull ya card Bitch I don't give a fuck imma superstar now [Verse 1:Remy Ma] Me, I'm a serious problem Reminisce if you nasty Ms.Martin I'm the type to beg your pardon Flowers on the casket , [?] Me, a certified Bronx Bomber Castle Hill residence straight out the projects 5'9, brown eyes, skin chocolate My hair half blue and half blonde bitch Me, I'm super paid And I do is Malibu and haze I'm that bitch that'll catch you backstage Saying bitch told you take off the Gucci shades Me, I be where they sip lean at Hot girl of the summer make ya niggas lean back First lady of the squad Murda Mami, TS Take a pull up in the car And the size of my Rims are older than me And I'm 22 going on 23 Ain't a need for cash cuz I don't pay for shit Security see my face and valet my whip Rem! Me I'm nothing like the average see You a bad girl, me I'm a bad bitch And now that we got that established Yall can stop askin how I feel about female rappers Me, I don't really give a fuck see And you dont wanna rump with bumbaclot me Whether it's for free or a hunnid G's Or your imaginary but it's got GT Me, I'm in the hood with a hoodie on On the run getting eating getting my Sam Goodie on And I'm looking so good , homie got a Woody on Either I'm so right or these hoes are really wrong Me, See I'm quick to say that anytime you can get it Not only can I rhyme I'm photogenic And everybody got camera phones so the windows tinted The rims is spinning but you gotta stare and if not it looks like I'm floating I call video hoes ghost its like they not there I gets the paper so i dont care Tek 9(Chorus) (2) Tek 9 plus a AK (2x) Chrome to ya dome! (2x) [Remy Ma: Verse 1] My name is Remy Ma and I don't play I let that led fly in the broad day A nigga push up like a bra I'm strapped He like "yo ma what's that? " I'm like "Oh thats in case you wanna get clapped" I just click (pow) Chrome to ya dome leave you face down Bullets logged in ya bone Yeah I'm a rapper but it ain't just rhymes So what's you know about turning a autograph singing to a crime scene Throw something on my stage and I'ma bust in the stands Wouldn't mind going to jail for clapping one of my fans You don't want it with Ms. Martin see Everything bother me And I really got a serious problem with authority Keep thinking cause they always think a chick a never shoot Till I bust at they feet leave him doing the Chicken Noodle Soup Tone Woppin it's a reason why I'm bopping Resurrect the dead so he can tell you what I got bitch! (Chorus) Tight[Remy:] This is, this is, this is this, this is [Fat Joe:] R to the Eezy [Remy:] Listen, listen, listen, listen [Fat Joe:] M to the wizzeye, u so flizzye, OWWW, Brah Brah Ain't nobody fuckin wit my bitch, u heard me! [Hook] [Fat Joe:] U know that neck tite u know that work tite, u know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, u know that pussy tite, u know that ass tite [Remy:] Why dont u pull up to my bumper baby [Fat Joe:] U want the flow thats sick [Remy:] Well thats me [Fat Joe:] U talkin bout the coldest bitch [Remy:] Well thats me [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy [Remy Ma:] See thats me, cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me, me, me, me [Remy:] When u hear that this is this is, u know its a hit You know its that bitch, yea nigga reminisn Hate to tell you but this is this is as good as it gizzit, thats no bullshizzit I stay on my grind and give bitches the buzznizz, please pay attention, li, li listen, listen This is this a Kool and Dre epidemic, and ain't nobody fuckin wit any of my niggas U see Crack nice, Getty and Pras nice, and even tho he blow he gotta flow Tony Sunshine nice And u know that im nice, Pun is insane, Nevy steady on da grinden callus that beats novacain It's not the same shits gon change quickly blame ure ghost writer cuz he can't fuck wit me Yea Remy Mar-t-i-n if .... just spit up in da park bitch i want in!!!! [Hook] [Fat Joe:] U know that neck tite, u know that work tite, u knw that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, u know that pussy tite, u know that ass tite [Remy:] Why dont u pull up to my bumper baby [Fat Joe:] U want the flow thats sick [Remy:] Well thats me [Fat Joe:] U talkin bout the coldest bitch [Remy:] Well thats me [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy [Remy Ma:] See thats me, cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me, me, me, me [Remy:] See when it cums to magazines, I'm queen like Nefateeti, you can catch me on da Vibe feel a vibe when u see me (feel that) Or on the King looking sleezy, I got the source all over me like big zeeti alot of weed smoke so the pitcure look steamy Im a diva so the dons and divas say they need me. Got the cover of the Ave and i made it look eazy. Why are you on the back of the page looking cheezy. Double XL I turn niggas on like a T.V. Rockin all different colors from lemon to kiwi I came in the game wit Pun and they ain't beleive me. So i made them wonder like Stevie I came in wit a platinum rapper like hersheys kiss no freebies. You came wit a gold rapper like reeses pieces. Remy Ma rated R, yall rated P.G, 13 worth cream Damn i talk greezy! [Hook] [Fat Joe:] U know that neck tite, u know that work tite, u knw that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite, u know that pussy tite, u know that ass tite [Remy:] Why dont u pull up to my bumper baby [Fat Joe:] U want the flow thats sick [Remy:] Well thats me [Fat Joe:] U talkin bout the coldest bitch [Remy:] Well thats me [Fat Joe:] Exclusive clothes from Italy [Remy Ma:] See thats me, cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit me, me, me me Lights, Camera, Action[Remy Talkin] [Verse 1:] Here i am standin in my b-boy stance I got my name air brushed down the leg of my pants I got my 54 letters and my kangol on Bamboo earrings and my bangles on Word up, the girl look good I'mma 80's baby, paid an full Look at my rope chain Now check my belt buckle Put my gazelles on my eyes, now im lookin for trouble I need a Solider thats stackin an packin, we can't even talk if u can't fit a magnum Im fresh to deaf when it comes to fashion, see i Switched up to my 8 ball jacket and my spandex got me stoppin trafic, baby, not for nuttin I'mma walkin accident They catch whiplash, everytime im passin em Its time for some, time for some,time for some.... [Hook] Niggas bring ya gunz and ya 9'z along Why? Remy Mas on the microphone.... The levels,the levels,the levels is good,the levels is good, the levels is good Bitchez bring ya gunz and ya 9's along Why? Remy Ma's on the Microphone The levels,the levels,the levels is good,the levels is good, the levels is good [Verse 2:] Yea, Remy wanna rock, how hard is that, im from tha BX bronx, where it started at We had jams in the park, muthafuck a disco,everybody smokin joints, sippin cisco Two turn tables and tha microphone full throtle, ill pull up in that Alf or a Mayo Malano,system bangin, drivin reckless, like i dotn give a fuck about My B-B-S's YO check this I hopped out wit my ass cheeks showin through my salt n peppers Only got one chance to make a first impression, Spit like Big Pun & KRS one Mixxed! My Flows sick but its more then Rappin, First chick try to front First chick im smackin, on some Red man shit, Bitch i ain't laughin Its time for some, time for some, time for some [Hook 1x] [Verse 3:] Big Rem from the Boondocks, im like all i really need is my Boom-Box Listen, we can get it poppin, im doin the wop and he 1,2 steppin like there ain't no stoppin All my fellas say OH, my ladies say Awe, yea Mc's gone move the crowd, im fuckin dope, fresh 2 def, cold, chillin and im sippin on juice and gin Its friday night and i jus got paid, i ain't dressed up or nuttin im trynna get laid, im trynna get shorty ova there wit tha fade, by the end of the night To say my name, but these LIGHTS is all in my face,and im really feelin like im a star on stage, Cameras flashin, everybody pose, cause its about time for Some......... [Hook 1x....then fade] Yall Dont Really Want It(Chorus) Really it's really nothing Bitches be really frontin Niggas don't give me nothing Take everything that I want and Soon as I get confronted I'm telling niggas run it Yall don't really want it Nah yall don't really want it [Remy Ma: Verse 1] I switch my flow but I'm straight from the Boogie nigga You know my style black Tims black hoodie nigga Yeah it's clear , its my year Remy Ma run shit round here round here I kicks that southern slang it's from from right thurr Oh you got bitches coming? Where they at? Right where? Wife beata, Nik-errs, nice jeans, nice hair Gun in my purse, ice all in my ear So who the fuck you think you talking to bitch? Know who you fucking with The Bronx Bomber ,Ms.Martin government name is Reminisce And you don't really wanna piss me off Look you dont wanna push me They say you are what you eat so you know that means you pussy (Right)I'm in my Hummer stunting, I'm on the Henry Hudson Don't care which lane, so I switch lanes from left lane to right lane its nothing And I'm doing like a 100 So how I'm gone dump my Dutchess See niggas is nervous But I'm swervin on all yall mothafuckas (Chorus 2x) [Remy Ma: Verse 2] (Damn) The pedal scuff my Chuckers And still can't no one touch us If the world was free of suckas it wouldn't be no one but us Remy Ma get it on and prospect Sunshine, Big Pun, and Joe Crack Terror squad and you already know that Bitch threw two at me I throw four back Bitch hold that, yeah throwback As a matter of fact wait hold up Tell me this beat ain't a beat that make you wanna Get some weed and roll up See my ears, my neck, my wrist, my fingers look like water froze up I'm a p-i-m-p I got male groupies Hot damn jeez down there hoes up When I say hoes I mean bitches And by bitches I mean ladies See No bitch could ever play me Push a aqua green Mercedes And you driving Ms.Daisy Rem be driving em crazy I'm big pimping just like them niggas Bun B & Jay-Z [Verse 3] Ok ya girl is here the night is right My gear is crazy ,crispy white on white Just got the trucks valet and I'm here a little late but who really gives a fuck It's not like I gotta pay Hate these dike ass security with grown men hands You half nigga, my squad got in with all the cans But you know I gotta cop a bottle soon as I step in I don't even drink like that I use it as a weapon Why you think I'm gettinig drunk poppin Corpse I'm just patiently waiting for something to pop off And these bouncers is fucking cowards They think cause they brolic That they can't get smacked with a bottle of Hypnotiq Now they tryna tell me that we can't smoke in the club Dont give a fuck about a , but I'm smoking my bud Somebody better tell the kid Remy dont really care Set it on anyone, anywhere Bitch I ain't never scared StillSeems crazy cuz people be thinking that I be changing, but it's really them that be changing, yo I remember the day, I first signed my record deal with Lyle everything was so good everyone was so proud I was so very happy, still with my baby daddy Living with my granny, but we was all family It's like when the tour begin, that's when the war begin... you would be flipping, ripping soon as I'm walkin in And I'm so sleepy, could barely stay awake, you don't understand I been in the studio for six weeks Straight till 4 in the morning tryna finish these songs And all you wanna talk about is how many times you was calling And I'm always lying, it's never the truth it never crossed your mind that I could've been in the booth Tryna hurry up and get back home to you, tryna get these cheues so we could get out the 'jects I wasn't thinking 'bout no niggas, wasn't thinking 'bout sex... tryna do this show so I could get this dough All I was thinking was I gotta finish Remy on the rocks and I'm not tryna flop so it gotta be hot Everybody on my back saying hurry up and drop so I'm asking you, what I'm suppose to do? [Hook:] Listen y'all, I know it seem like I be dissing y'all I'm just tryna reach my goals and remain focused but Ain't shit changed, now, I'm still the same So wish me well Sometimes I might scream and yell But even people with a fan base have bad days but Ain't shit changed, for real, I'm still the same You was the only child until I came See we was buck wild back in the days I was scared to have a boyfriend cuz you would beat him up We'd eat cereal together, watch cartoons when we got up So I couldn't believe that you flipped on me right in the streets for a bitch so weak that ain't got shit but A fucked up weave and I'm your blood, your little sister, I started to cry said it must be the liquor See I almost died when you took sides with her then walked off and just left me there like I was nobody and you really ain't care Said you would die for me, how you ain't gon' ride for me, how you see me on the block and don't say hi to me It's all love now, and it's all done now, but you never took the time to apologize to me It may be hard to see, but it bothers me... I know you ain't gon' let nobody do no harm to me But you can't be acting like you fathered me... so I'm asking you, what I'm suppose to do? [Hook] Mommy you was the one that made me but you didn't raise me You left me all alone I had to hold my own But now I'm all grown and far away from home I know you love me but you did me wrong I guess it was all the drugs that you was on or the beatings you got from my foul step pops Remember the time his punk ass had his nerve to raise his hands to me bitch nigga blacking my eye I was wishing he would die but now I wish him life I know he seeing me blowing and it's killing him slowly but what kills me is that you watched him hit me, so I'm Asking you, what I'm suppose to do? [Hook] March Madness Freestyle[Intro] Everything is real on me Yall know what that means Ha Ha Ha Ha Remy Ma Madness Let's go .. [Chorus] Bitches talking shit when I was gone See they quiet now that Remy home Talking tough but they fear me though All these little bitches ratchet Me I really bust my ratchet Mess around I really clap it All these fat transfer implanted bitches All they do is ass clap it (hoes) Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid Turned em' into bastards (forreal) I coulda turned into a casket I coulda put her in a casket Yall probably mad im still rapping I know yall mad im still laughing Im the realist bitch after reality tv Im going into acting [Verse One : Remy Ma] Yall know how I give it up I never really gave a fuck On parole smoking blunts My piss clean in the cup See these hoes can't trust em' Hoe fucked your cousin (ew) Then you went and cuffed it (ew) These niggas disgusting (forreal) These bitches disgusting I don't wanna discuss it (why) I violate these [?] Cause these bitches soft I spit on the dick then i lick it off Im the best of both worlds nigga Im not the average girl nigga Throwing shots but you not a killa These bitches deaf i dont hear em' [Chorus] Bitches talking shit when I was gone See they quiet now that Remy home Talking tough but they fear me though All these little bitches ratchet Me I really bust my ratchet Mess around I really clap it All these fat transfer implanted bitches All they do is ass clap it (hoes) Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid Turned em' into bastards (forreal) I coulda turned into a casket I coulda put her in a casket Yall probably mad im still rapping I know yall mad im still laughing Im the realist bitch after reality tv Im going into acting [Verse Two : Remy Ma] I be ignoring hoes Dont come for me If i dont send for you Ima go so hard on these bitches that Motherfuckers forget to remember you Can't say i ain't try to be friends with you But you gone make me put an end to you Trust , you don't want smoke with me Cause you won't go home where you post to be Keep playing i'll smack a hoe My shit be laying a bitch got bundles Look how it's swinging they call me rapunzel Azelia Banks , Ms. 212 So tell me what the fuck you wanna do 20k for a walk through All yall bitches run through And wonder why niggas don't want you Wack bitch ! [Chorus] Bitches talking shit when I was gone See they quiet now that Remy home Talking tough but they fear me though All these little bitches ratchet Me I really bust my ratchet Mess around I really clap it All these fat transfer implanted bitches All they do is ass clap it (hoes) Coulda took a little dirty snotty nose kid Turned em' into bastards (forreal) I coulda turned into a casket I coulda put her in a casket Yall probably mad im still rapping I know yall mad im still laughing Im the realist bitch after reality tv Im going into acting WSBH[Intro] Hand me my motherfucking Pelle Jacket I'm off this The Hoes, Bitches, Shorty, and Wifey Which one Do you Consider me to be? Tell me.... [Chorus] Wifey, Shorty, Bitches, Hoes Wifey, Shorty, Bitches, Hoes Wifey, Shorty, Bitches, Hoes Which One Are you? [Verse:1] Now Wifey think she popular, she in the crib Wifey out food shopping, she got the kids Wifey doing the dishes, she folding clothes See she don't care bout his Shorty or the Bitches and Hoes 'Cuz him and Wifey been with each other since they was younger Wifey know shit like his social security number When they get into a fight, Wifey call his mother But what Wifey don't know is that its Shorty on the come up Shorty the one he take to the barbeques in the summer When Wifey get the voicemail, Shorty who he in front of Yeah, he still love her but he love Shorty too Plus the sex is so crazy and Shorty is so cool Now he ain't even fucking Wifey, Wifey is old news Wifey in the house crying, taking they kids to school He don't answer the phone, Wifey calling niggas in the school When he don't come home Wifey calling Shorty phone too [Chorus] [Verse:2] Now he mad, and wanna leave Wifey but it's reasons he need her And yall know how the saying goes "it's cheaper to keep her" Wifey wanna leave but she scared to lose her status Besides she rather suffer than to let Shorty have him Now Shorty chilling, she sort of in the best position Shorty got her own house and none of his children Well at least none that's living, 'cuz Shorty stay in the clinics He barely pipe Wifey so with Shorty he raw in it Shorty she know his mother, his sisters and his brothers And they all know not to mention Wifey when they in front of her He with Wifey Christmas, but Shorty get gifts And Shorty can't stand his Hoes and his Bitches She knows he only sees them once in a blue But feels she shouldn't have to put up with Wifey and them too So Shorty getting mad, he gives her an excuse Fuck her and eat her pussy and everything is like new [Chorus] No Bet ChillFuck outta here, nigga No bet chill [Verse 1:Remy Ma] See the girls back home like mulberry Now they call me Hag and Daaz 'cause I got ice I got cream in my car cherry, Remy Ma ready And not to contradict my name See I don't really like to play the bar heavy I'ma pothead, so even if my eyes not red I ain't got an enemy that's not dead Oh, you a hothead, I'll leave your head hot You know, I got lead when you see that red dot And plus I'm dead nice, these bitches dead not My chain Flinstone, bracelet bedrock And when I'm not in Miami, it's hot like Miami I got twin Glocks call 'em cotton and candy I got cousins that get it poppin' named Tequila and Brandy I spent like 10 thousand just shoppin' for panties Know these bitches can't stand me, catch me hoppin' out that Cadi Shawty gased up 'cause I'm frontin' and I'm callin' him daddy (Chorus) If he ain't a looking good then I'm like no bet bhill If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill If he ain't actin' right, if he ain't packin' like 9 inches Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chill If he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill He don't want me to smoke and like no bet chill He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch Then I'm gon' flip yeah right, no bet chill [Verse 2:Remy Ma] Homie, I ain't impressed 'cause you dropped 450 on a New Jersey I just dropped 450 on a crib in New jersey But I'm from South Bronx, muthafucka, you heard me I can tell you a bird 'cause you get up to early You actin', askin' who's really that bitch I know a fever when I see it you ain't really that sick I spit full blown, you a mile cold I'm 21 years young, y'all bitch wild old Can tell you in your 40s like you pushin' 40 Got like 4 kids and trynna be somebody's shawty, stop You really need to lay off the cock Y'all bitches Bacardi Breezers and I'm Remy on the rocks Watch and I ain't talkin' 'bout a chain or a watch I'm talkin' sum Joey crack shit, I'm 'bout to get a match And you know the summer comin' I can use another drop Got the ghetto barbie but I got a lil' pop, pop (Chrous) [Verse 3:Remy Ma] See I know how to rhyme and I'm nice on the mic And I know how to ride 'cause I'm nice on them bikes And not for nothin', I'm the type to wife See I can cook and clean but I like to fight I had this shawty like to bite I called 'em Iron Mike Changed it to Jack Frost 'cause he started buyin' ice If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', never catch me cryin' You'd think I was down with the clipse the way I be grindin' See a lot of chics is sick but I'm the sickest one I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one I got 99 guns and I still ain't done Until this day I wish that I could bring back Pun Yeah, I know you can't take it, kid See, it wears the pants in this relationship But you gotta love me 'cause I'm so real When bitches try to hate 'em, like no bet chill (Chorus) (Remy talking) What do you mean do I love you? Of course I love you , I love all of y'all Yeah, Larsen, I got my chills let's be for real X-Box[Remy Ma: Verse 1] (It's funny to me I'm fucking laughing) I heard these Biggie Small bitches is ready to die Cause everybody say I'm Remy Ma the Queen of NY The streets say she mean, and then she say she nice I know I'm the BX Savior, Shesus Khryst Fucking with me you better think thrice Because I keep that ratchet, my mase, and my knife And I don't pop pills but I will OD and I'll pop that steel of a GP See, I break ya jaw bitch, I been real You the type of whore wanna break my windshield So stop acting crazy, cut the shenanigans Yeah I fucked your man, and I'm gone fuck your man again See me in the physical stiff like mannequins Use they children for shelter scared to death panicking Respect my handle bitch R to the Ezzy X-box yes ma please believe it! (Intro) Shesus Khyrst[Hook] [2x] If Jay-Z is J- Hova And Nas is God son And I was spitting crack to the people and die son And then I came back like I never left nice Then I'm the BX Savior , Shesus Khryst [Verse1:] That's right I don't listen fuck with you told me I shits on these bitches niggas can't control me Pissed on my contract , dissed Ms. Joey Now I call him Sprint cause that mothafucker phony Ya'll looking for Rem? Well I'm roaming literally I'm in Italy Nigga I'm holding, puffing that young six piff I'm smoking you popping that E mothafucka' you rolling See Pun told em shes so nice and when it comes to the pen That she was like some of the greatest of men The way she would write And now I'm the BX Savior Shesus Khryst Don't mention my name in vein no bitch surpasses me Don't piss me off and I should not commit a casualty I'm the best none before none should come after me Talking against Rem ? Now that's blasphemy Actually I'm laughing cause what could you say? See I stay fresh and my swag up crazy Plus these chicks lazy so how you gone stop her? When my spit game sick and my whip game proper See her in Hollywood or you could see her on the block And they telling me I'm the one number one chief rocker Evolution is evident these old chicks Genesis this is Revelations And I'm the New Testament [Hook] [2x] If Jay-Z is J- Hova And Nas is God son And I was spitting crack to the people and die son And then I came back like I never left nice Then I'm the BX Savior , Shesus Khryst I Run New York[Verse 1: Remy] Tell me why is yall actin' like I don't have this Like I don't get it in When it comes to this rap shit The mixtape murderer, album assassin Anything I ever been on it's a classic The Queen of NY , yeah I run my residence The former First Lady now I'm running for President 99 percent of these guys are better than the chicks already So they know what it is, unsigned till veteran Fuck is you telling Rem, I'm the epitome I'm the equivalent of the Statue of Liberty I'm right at the Port, holding the torch With a crown on my head Yeah I run New York It's the BX savior, Harlem's finest I run Brooklyn, Queens, and Staten Island I'm not wildin' I'm that thorough I'm that nice I rep all five boroughs I'm hot on 9-7, got power on 1-0-5 I'm up and down Manhattan like the FDR Drive See I don't think yall get it I'm more NY than a Yankee fitted And everyday I live here Its like I'm risking my life I done seen them blow the World Trade Center up twice And I'm still here What you thought? You can tell from my accent I'm from New York I run New York Bonnie N Clyde (verses)[Verse 1: Remy Martin] See I be on some other shit Like fuck your dead mother shit Disrespect ya whole character Call you by your government I dont know what these bitches think You ugly and ya pussy stink Ya whole flow is borrowed Stole everything but the kitchen sink See you just mad bitch And you suck mad dick My shit is fire I does my own adlib With no practice I spits backwards backwards I spits I practice; no atlas And niggas should call you frying pan Your face is like a frying pan And niggas throw they meat in you You burn em like a frying pan I ain't lying man See yall dont really want it I got these Bitches Scared To Death They Know The Album Coming Yeap See Slate This Is Why I Told You I Can Not Do Mixedtapes I Just Be Talkin Fuckin Reckless Its Crazy [Verse 2: Remy Martin] And I Ain't Gotta Force It My Shit Come Natural You Dont Want Me On Every Mixtape As If I Was Papoose Exposing All Your Skeletons Straight Getting At you Tellin Everybody Imma Fuck You Up When I Catch You No What Im Talkin Bout Im What A Thug About Tella Nigga Im Frontin So The Squad Can Slut em' Out My Brand New Whips And Gut Em Out Then Come Back With Some Different Shit Lookin Like Its It But Just Pimp My Shit Im That Bitch And Ain't No Chick Seeing Me Yall Bitches Need To Step Ya Rap Game Up Immediately Im Talkin Like Fuckin Last Year Like Last Decade (Hahahahaha) WhatevaPut your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva See if the God say get her imma get her Ill have her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her was she kept talkin greasy Lil jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be See Im R to tha Ez, its mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms stay freezin I gets fly for no reason, see I got money but its always robbin season See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz, the girl is sick and please believe, that imma start, see every damn night I ball ? is blue and grey like Seton Hall Chorus Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva Yea see Rem is a monster, Im raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer, Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia My shits so butter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as Im in charge And whateva I say goes, so if I say NO, dont ask why just assume its because I say SO Ive been doin it too long, ain't nothin ? me, Ill run through ur lil gated community You know how the girl be, Im a show stopper, Ill give it to you early before the toast pops up Chorus Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva See this goes out to my Bx crew, put your hands up in the air if you feel me Fuck em all day, fuck em all night, treat niggas like hoes Its whateva like a four long blaze, and Im hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin to make shit to make niggas bop, I make shit they play that get niggas shot Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules dont apply to us We gon do what we do, its whateva 2 fuck We got the fly shit here we go, drivin backwards down the one like Big in the hypnotized video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, now everybody light your lighters Chorus Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up, Put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) Its whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, its whateva Hit Me[Verse 1:Remy Ma] Why would I display the 7 put you a nigga news When I can spray the desert take a nigga out his shoes See these niggas mad pussy, and these pussies mad loose Cuz they been getting fucked and pimped like prostitutes And still your crew so soft I ain't even gotta shoot I can punch you in your face, put the footage on Youtube Whats wrong with you, you ain't part of the crew see If you ain't the rapper then your a male groupie (yup yup yup) The girl so Gucci, the Princess of Pucci Lately they been calling me Lady Louis The Vuitton vixen, female Fendi Shorty Chanel Rodeo Drive Remy I'm fresh but what you expect Yes I take cash , credit, and personal checks Oh yeah I'm a bastard When I shop I ask the cashier if she want paper or plastic [Verse 2: Remy Ma] Shesus Khryst tell me who's fucking with me And if shes so nice tell that bitch to come and get me The Queen of NY I gets busy I got a Ace and a 9 and I'm still like (Hit me) Get me got me You can't stop me because I'ma go-getter If you need that snow, then my name cold weather See I keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera Whip proper, Betty Crocker (no one can do it better) No need to argue or debate it I'm like Floyd you should appreciate me sparring with these haters You ain't never been the best, and you far from the greatest You like Mayweather father , you swear to God that you made us I read the website pages and they saying I'm the illest bitch You look like a puppet and you need a ventriloquist These females are fans, these guys are groupies So I'ma let you star in your own movie Then I'ma (shoot at you actors like movie directors) Lets Get It On[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Remy Ma is that bitch Plus the camp is here When I come through call me kiss cause the champ is here These bitches kill me claiming that they best Bet you take that bass out ya voice when I cave ya chest Your 15 minutes of fame been came and left And I just started bubbling yall bitches are in trouble man One phone call and you finished cuz my squad stay on the double Man we got cannons, handguns and toys that go blam-o-blam I dont think ya mans and dem' understand that When my boys get tight they'll pop like a rubberband And you when you get shot its gone shock all ya other mans Like when SDot brought in JL that SummerJam see I'm Remy Ma see to tell the truth I dont give a fuck I do all yall bitches like I did that chick in Lady Duck Sleazy, I swear to God it's too easy but I can't stop now the industry needs me nigga (Chorus: Remy + Fat Joe) You wanna get it poppin bitches? Ok Lets get it on U wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then? Well lets get it on It cost u 20 just to hear her spit (Listen) Terror Squad I know you fearing this C'mon Lets get it on U wanna get it popping bitches Ok lets get it on You wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then? Well lets get it on Rusty opps or a hollow tip Cockback and swallow it Remy been a problem bitch Now Remy making profits nigga [Verse 2: Remy Ma] A few years ago I was really tryna be lenient Since yall acting like fried chickens I'ma do yall greasy Believe me Remy is of the heazy I run shit round here Like my name was M-Easy Ain't a need for u to ask where Rem been You know I'm getting guap , when the face of my watches spinning I got BET all on me, MTV calling me The cover of the XXL, and The Source see The Vibe is next, they signing checks left and right Everyday I'm catching flights was in LA last night Miami this morning See I can go thru any weather , curls got me G-foreign So when I say I gets fly I really be getting fly Smoking haze on the plane or then really I'm getting high And you just be getting by looking for a handout Stop Hummer stunting you frontin let the can hang out nigga [Verse 3: Remy Ma] Look Pun opened the door and now I'm in it Terrors the squads and cook coke Cracks the lieutenant I always thought of Remy Martin as a sergeant But I'm cool being a kernel cuz now I'm poppin' I spit so butter I'm still so gutter Switched up and still flows like no other I'm like yea yea yeah lean back I'm in a NY state of mind stressed , like where the fuck the pheens at? Cuz I got that crack And I ain't talking bout a pack See my niggas gone dont make me have to bring em back I'm reppin the X, T-s on my chest That nigga wildn and ride em N yes emto death So we can go to war see Thats a true story I got niggas with weather millas that kill and shoot for me And I dont hate cha but When you on the top of New york you tend to do things of that nature Banned From NY[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Mic check 1-2 , 1-2 In school I walked the halls with a sharp pencil Now I'm drawing a pistol, let a nigga do a bitch move Or let a bitch move I'm shitting Wiping my ass with em like tissue And then I gotta flush em see Remy really don't love em Same shit different toilet, so like a plum I'd hate to plunge her And If a nigga got some trees and a nice piece of lumber And could make some paper than I might just fuck him And If I stick em , than I stuck em Like a chicken I'll pluck em Gave him some scrambled eggs Now he walking so I duck him Niggas got bubblegum blow Pop broads like Rem some sorta sucker Put some money on that bitch and I bet you I Lady Luck her If she want a problem , cause a uproar or a ruckus It's never nothing for me to quickly Timberland chuck her Dead in the middle of ground zero I'm like a Superhero, female Joe Pesci, Al Pacino modern day Robert De Niro Defend my niggas that do murders like Robert Shapiro Drink Malibu, pineapple juice and puff piff by the pillow Forreal tho, Tell my flow ain't so crazy Just shot at yo crib Not where you live but where you lay yo baby And lately I been spittin on some I'm real yo Conceited shit To me chicks is like dicks I'm quick to tell em beat it bitch You hang around boxers, but your no tough cookie You only get hard when your around pussies I do chick greasy K Sleazy know my M.O Why you runnin round like please, please listen to my demo I'm in a new MB bitch and I'm buggin at the windows With the tints, limo black cause I'm blowing down the Indo You may stunt round them other broads But you don't want it with Rem tho Take your posters down on some petty shit like my nigga N-O I ain't saying that you garbage You better stuck where you started You could neva ever ever ever be Ms.Martin I flow retarded, You can't stand to see me I know you was wishing I was really banned from TV That still wouldn't stop me from talking reckless on mixtapes, and CD's FM, XM, Satellite, and DVD I'm remarkable it don't matter who I'm talking to They all flow mediocre and they faces ain't marketable Look ma you need more than some shades and some shiny lips For me to believe you a rapper, and you really can spit That you even next to me, Do yall hear this bitch? I wish I was Foxy right now I don't wanna hear this shit You need to fuck back, I know you been sneaking round back You and your weave is loose I can see your tracks You ain't fire , no bitch you ain't poppin You a burning sanitation truck, ma you hot garbage You a bum bitch, you hear the trumpets It's the Queen of NY, Remy Ma And I ain't nothing to fuck with Rem! Who Shot ’Em Up[Hooks] Yeah, aha You know, there's been a lot of things going on [?] A lot of people talking A lot of people often [?] Saying how we do, you know what I mean? [Remy Ma] Yeah, that nigga Hooks, Remy Ma The BXA, bitch, Shesus Khryst Bitches, they be yappin' it Actin' like they be baggin' it Still I don't believe 'em until I see they clappin' it Better keep it accurate, mama No need for the [?] Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) [Hooks] Niggas, they be rappin' it, actin like they clappin' it Still, I don't believe 'em until I see that they be clappin' it Better keep it accurate, homie No need for the [?] Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) Who shot 'em up? (who shot 'em up?) Ayo, that's the shit [?] Absurd how they actin' Niggas with a [?] How We Do (Freestyle)[Verse 1: Remy Ma] I be's the hottest bitch on the market nigga Remy Martin from BX to Compton nigga And if you see Game tell em it's not a game Cause every nigga ever fucked me is pussy whipped something crazy True story you'll be all on me like damn she a certified shawty Oh yeah boogie down my city Pretty Remy have em sick when they see my titties Plus my lips like (uh), my hips like (uh) My ass like (nah) you gets none Pussy niggas is too scared yall really need to run I know they told you to get a dog but you need to get a gun I was never a motherfucker, I'm really into sons Brothers, fathers, uncles and husbands And every and then I might be do a cousin I'm a nigga magnet to attract em it's nothing I left the factory I was on the 645 Ain't a need for wooden doors when a bitch this fly Got cut in my face and I'm still a dime Have a nigga on parole in my room getting high If you wine me, dine me, and buy me diamonds I'll give it you , just how you like it boy And my shit stay wet , how much you wanna bet I'm as real as it gets They say I fucked up cause I wrapped Luck up Them rap hoes do not want me around Because I spits it, and when I spits it All they rhymes gone get shut the fuck down They say my LP flopped and my whole team wack And I only blew up because of Lean Back But I'm like fuck you because my G's stack Plus my whole squad killers and you can believe dat Nigga! Chubb Rock[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Yap yap, straight from the top I ain't even waitin' for the beat to drop You see all these bitches hatin' but they need to stop Because use it ain't my fault I spit ether god Most swag than you ever could have And the purse worth more than the money in the bag Stupid, y'all bitches make me laugh You should quit niggas got you gassed Y'all try to do this, me, I does this You should see me when I'm with my cousins Yeah, we buzzin', y'all just buzzards Y'all thought that y'all was poppin', but y'all wasn't Y'all pop two bottles and you think you stuntin' I pop ten bottles like it's nothin' Please don't worry 'bout who I'm fuckin' Ima homewrecker, I'll fuck your husband Easy Microphone checker what is this How many times I gotta tell these bitches I'm like a infomercial I'm about my business And I just got started, y'all been finished And everybody know Remy hard as fuck I drive dolo through the city in cars and trucks And they starstruck, All shucks All y'all broads is washed up Ya gotta [Verse 2: Papoose] 2008 Papoose stepped up on the scene With the thing in the seam on my jean Rapid Fire[Verse 1:Remy Ma] Now the girl was gone but I came back When I came back, came back in a brand new baby blue blue Maybach Terror Squad the squad and we don't play that Remy Ma, bad bitch I know you hate that Can't take that I state facts, I guess thats why cats be grillin Got dro, got dough,got fly clothes, got condos, got dam we chillin Now BET wanna know how we living, and MTV wanna film my cribs No kiddin, go get it, We kilt it admit it we be's the shit Yall can't believe that we did it right? Ain't think we get it right? You hear the change in the flow when I spit it Like yall niggas ain't ready its really heavy its Remy [?] I'm smokin spaghetti and thats why people forgettin that Cats pussy, push me and you gone get it Got diamonds embedded in the front and back of my pendant Dont mean to hurt you boo its reversible So you can flip and flop it I got the sickest watches, Watch it my ice nice and the band is Ostrich I got kicks that ain't never even left the box It's so crisp, ask Pap he be licking the bottom You dont got em, can't get em Watch how I match the fitted I stay on my job so I can give yall the business My tits is the biggest, Hips the thickest You try to diss us, I'ma make sure you that you little niggas swim with the fishes Intro[Intro] I, I get money, money is got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money is got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money is got (Yeah, yeah) Money, money is got, money, money is got (I run New York!) (screeching, gun shots, collision sounds, sirens) [News Broadcast 1] The Bronx-born rapper after an early morning shooting in Manhattan, our Ingrid Kelley is standing by in Chelsea with the very latest now, Ingrid Well good evening Cheryl. It started out as a party at the Pizza Bar, but what took place outside of the Pizza Bar could land a female rapper in trouble with the law. Now her name is Remy Ma and police are waiting for her to come here to this police station right behind me so that they can question her about a shooting [News Broadcast 2] Remy Ma allegedly shot a female sitting in a car. Remy Ma then got into an escalade and left the scene and crashed the SUV [News Broadcast 3 and 4] Now Remy had a song in 2004 with the Terror Squad called Lean Back. Again police at that police station (inaudible)- I cannot see my child again. Like do yall understand that I have shows overseas, like, please. Like, I'm supposed to be on my European tour right now [News Broadcast 5] But for Remy putting her career on hold is a minimal concern compared to the damage being done to her reputation [News Broadcast 6 and 7] Today is May 13th but in the hip-hop world, today is the day that Remy Ma - The Grammy Nominated rapper who's real name is Remy Smith was sentenced today to 8 years in prison for a shooting outside a Chelsea nightclub last summer. Smith could've faced up to 25 years behind bars [Radio broadcast w/ Angie Martinez and Remy Ma] You have a BAC prepaid call from Reminisce, an inmate at Hello? Rem What's going on? How are you? I'm fantastic, how are you? That's what I'm hearing, I'm fantastic too, Rem. It is so good to talk to you man. Excuse me, I'm sorry, can we have a one time for Rem? (clapping) Let's start this off properly, let's start this off properly So - Alright - so Rem I'm understanding we are 10 days away from you hitting these streets. Uh, in prison lingo it'd be 9 days and a wake-up (Laughing) Okay good. I can't imagine for you what that feels like. Tell me what you feel like. Um, I-I'm chilling. Like this whole thing I think everybody has been more excited than me. I'm just like "alright." There's a list of things to do. Staff things (inaudible) [News Broadcast 8] On Friday afternoon Ms. Info reported that the Bronx rapper Remy Ma was released from the Bedford Hills Facility for Women in New York at around 3 P.M. after serving nearly 7 years in jail. She took to her Instagram for what's most likely the first real post of her own, saying simply, "I'm back." Remy Martin is officially home from jail [DJ Khaled] Ayo, Rem. It's DJ Khaled and I just gotta be honest. Rem you know you the truth. Yo Rem you know you special. Rem you come from a special cloth. Rem you know what you gotta do. Rem you know the streets been waiting for you. Rem you got loyal fans, they ride with you. Now you got new fans. Rem you know we family, you know that. You know I work with the best of them, We The Best. And I gotta be honest, it's time to bless the streets with Remy Martin I'm Around Mixtape. Most importantly Rem, you smart, you a genius So Hot[Verse 1: Remy Ma] I left the factory I was on the 645 Got dudes runnin' up on a don like yo bitch so fly See I been talkin' to the kids and the kids don't lie They like R to the E-z M to the Y It's the hottest chick out and yall really got a problem But I know how to solve em We ain't gotta rob em We the Bronx bombers we Timberland stomp em Semi-automatic or trade revolve em The squadron the hardest regardless I'm heartless Once said I was the type to fuck your baby's father Now all these snake niggas tryna crawl in my garden But I need a dude with an anaconda (Chorus) I need a nigga to hit it and quit and me scream (Ahh) You know I'll pull the trigger let it squeeze (Ahh) Down South I heard they go for 17 I got the stash spots in the V, nigga please Got damn Remy is so hot, yall hoes is so not I'm hot like a coke spot I'm burning up Remy is so hot, yall hoes is so not I'm hot like a coke spot I'm burning up [Verse 2] Hey , Have you eva eva, eva, eva in your long leg life Seen a cutie with booty got a flow so tight? See I really can rhyme and I know how to hold a mic Work with the purple and the green, and even better with the white Plus I'm rich bitch I'm a real big timer Your in a line up with Nickel and dimer I'm spinning dollars on platinum and diamonds Got the old school rims on my old school ride Yall liars and I'm as hot as fire Bout to change my name to Jambalaya Bout to change the game from all the priors You should do the Jay and just retire (Chorus) [Verse 3] Yo, you don't gotta tell me that I look good White Airs, white tee, damn I'm so hood Whenever I could I rocks my hoodie Reps the Boogie where You'll get smacked out for talkin loud to me And the word around town is that it's no game Yall know my name and I'm not playing I flow insane, was flown on a plane straight to MIA Got that beat Novocaine, set the streets ablaze Yeah the girl is flames I'm in heavy rotation And I'm killin the tape Don't a day go bye I don't got a date It's like everyday's my birthday got so much cake (Chorus) Queen of NYFuck what you heard I am that bitch And I'll pluck a bird on some subliminal shit You see I'm the type of chick that a be looking for you You can't say nothing slick to a can of oil Now reckless they talk out they mouth And then I see them they talking about That I ain't they one they talking about See this is the shit I be talking about Too many rappers running around these chicks is tricks Them niggas is clowns and I'm the only one holding the crown The Queen of NY nigga R to the easy please believe me Yo that nigga that you loving tho I got dough when he needs me He don't wanna wife you, you a jump skeezy And I got dirt on him so he tried to throw a seed in me Diamonds Are Forever[Verse 1: Remy Ma] You see these old bitches they dont want it They already know I gotta watch these young bitches Tryna master the flow You know the ones by the backdoor handing me a CD Talking bout when they make it to the top they gone see me again It ain't that I ain't impressed but I ain't pressed See I don't listen to these bitches But I ain't deaf and I ain't blind shorty must be outta her mind I'm watching all yall motherfuckers, yea who the fuck want it? And got everybody ducking bitch ain't CEO Ands thats an acronym for better instead of them calling us hoes And if you ain't coming with us , then you know you gotta go I seen Young Jeezy and told him I got that snow (yeah) I'm spitting like I'm still in the projects 22 forty-five apartment 9F I never did Lean Back, and I ain't on yet But in my mind I'm 18 and Pun ain't gone yet (check) I'm banging on the table in the lunchroom Crispy Jordans, matching Jansport, NorthFace snorkel Recording in Q crib, using towels to soundproof it Still battling the Blood bitches in Soundview I'm smoking beef & broccoli in the lobby I be pollying Niggas bringing niggas to the block so I can body em Bitches really hating cuz they heard they husband hollering But I don't give a fuck cause in the hood Remy like Rhodaman Keep a heater, I'm a leader and I got some followers Told em Ima take them from the projects to the promised land And I ain't lying man you see I really mean it The girl Rem's on fire I got these bitches heated I'm undefeated and If these chicks is looking skinny It's cause people heard of Remy and none of these bitches eating And man forever-ever-for eva-eva I gots the crown! Victory 3000[Verse 1:Remy Ma] Yo this bitch can spit for hours I'ma flip the script so these bitches can see who got the power Plus I got the powder, niggas used to doubt her Now they check the curb to see what I jumped out of Yeah right now matter what my gear tight Think my piece look sick you should see in the light Sitting on my titties like, what the fuck nigga jump Gotta Glock in the stash box , pump in the trunk And I'll dump every single last fucking one these slugs To the acid any motherfucking one of you bugs Word to everything I love, I ain't tryna to be a thug But I really will slap the shit out of one of you sluts You a dolja , living in the next mans world And I'm a soldier I'm like nigga get your girl If the bitch disrespect me she getting slapped up And your sideline niggas better back the fuck up Listen up I spit this for Christopher Rios and Wallace, and bitches can't stop this Crazy can't no nigga try to play me And instant, make it burn slower than an incense Like fuck your demad whore, Fuck what you stand for If you wasn't scared what the fuck yo ass ran for You pussy and I knew it, these hoes is so stupid You so old news and I'm so exclusive You told me you respect me now tell em I'm the nicest Gotta charge a fee my but sixteen's are priceless You think you better lets battle for your ice bitch Battle for your life bitch And no offense but I can't stand a dyke bitch See I really like dick And I fucked your man and he told me that he liked it How you like that bitch? Remy is that bitch He bust twice bust twice Why you click clackin' Keep chit-chattin , thinking it can't happen Body gone sweep up on the shore of Manhattan Not a problem to rob em' checks I cash it Bitches so funny that's why I stay laughing Keep letting em gas it, thinking you got it mastered I'm not trying to take the spot I'm trying to pass it Bitches walking round looking like straight plastic Remy mad thick, nice ass big ass tits Oh shit , so sick Bitches don't know shit, supercalifragilistex-piala"HO"bitch Run that, fuck that Catch you wanna come back money tight tight now Leave you life right now Bitches better pipe down, for they get knifed down If you wanna act up, you can get stabbed up , clapped up Handcuffed, duct taped , wrapped up Thrown in the back of a motherfuckin Mack truck Influentials[Verse 1:Remy Ma] I got the city in a frenzy Everybody wanna know what it's really bout Every ear waiting to hear whats gone come outta Remy mouth I'm like a bad blood stain Niggas can't get me out I ain't no sidekick bitch I ain't just flipping out You tell me suck your dick I ain't saying whip it out I'm emptying the whole fucking clip in your zipper now You can't reproduce anymore bastards or bitches now I paid more dues than a college student I'm just tryna reap what I sow like the farmers do it And this shit ain't gone move itself,nigga I'ma move it And send anybody tryna stop me to the trauma unit (Fast) I ain't gotta prove my points Cause all of them is hollow tip I'm the Queen of New York, it ain't got shit to do with politics I'm dead nice I dont know what to say no more They like Rem why you dont come around the way no more? I'm like cuz muhfuckas hate, I might have to break a jaw It seem like the whole hood cooperating with the law I'm riding dirty, license suspended like it ain't no more Probably a car full of niggas that all spray that 4 Chicks see me like "damn Rem don't fuck with bitches at all" I don't fuck with bitches of course , cause bitches is whores (sluts) It's not just the black girls all these bitches is lost Puerto Rican , Asian, Caucasian, Dominican broads But truthfully to me see, dudes is the worst With ya half a hairline and ya dirty white shirt How this nigga straight bird on his Nextel chirp? [Verse 2:Papoose] Why would I walk past you and bump you Talk past you and mumble I could walk past you rush grab you and touch you They movin indirect my Ave. is a jungle But I approach him real calm, my swagger is humble Like pardon me homie, I ain't tryna gather no trouble But I'm actually puzzled Why you keep crackin your knuckles? These niggas is funny so I laugh and just chuckle On my lap got the mac with the muzzle It take business to move me, it take real women to soothe me Wanna spend some time, won't spend it with poosey That's the same reason I can't get with these groupies My girl got more credit then the end of the movie Bonafied killa, you spoken lie listener Stop stealin my rhymes, yous a stolen line spitter Take a flake by myself, holdin my liquor These ugly ass rappers can't pose in my picture Element of surpise, I don't notify niggas I pulverize niggas I went from A to Z, you could call me A-Z Do or die nigga, drop notarized scriptures They open eyes quicker Grimy war in 94' Unloading 9 gripper Nine copper, nine fiver, gun totin, nine sixer Son lockin, cut throats n' bust open yall niggas 2000 and 6 still holdin my trigger Unfolded my temper If you tell your fam, you wanna ride on his man He supposed to ride with you Blood and water don't coincide nigga But you tryna stop me from ridin like "no that's my nigga" When they don't want me to ride I override ni**az Catch The Beat[Verse 1:Remy Ma] Said that I got it I'ma give it and take it to these bitches And once I start ain't no stopping I'm talking no intermission I know these bitches be listening Steady think I'm dissing em But they pussy they ain't tryna fuck with Reminisce and 'em My flow got a cold and I'm really getting sick of dem Spitting holy water they dont want me to glistening I'm from murder murder Castle Hill I pull out the burner burner melt your ice grill Remy Martin ain't no bitch ill as me Only chick I like is Lauryn and she Hennessy Call me infinity cause ain't no end of me You ain't a blood relative you a fucking enemy I smoke alot of weed but I got alot of energy Type to fuck your man in ya crib where your dinner be Wearing yo robe making noise while ya kids asleep Call you on the phone so you can hear while he digging me Yeah I know you feeling me, these females be killing me I'm a grown ass woman so you can't be kidding me You need a laxative cuz yall bitches can't do shit to me No you a hoe you can't change your identity See I bust guns, and I cop keys You in the studio like (I'm tryna catch the beat) You really think your better than me? Bet your G, bet your piece , whatever I got extra cheese Like a hamburger, no dude you ever heard of Is anywhere next to my nigga shells burner It's a problem out the gate And you know they gone hate When they rewind the tape And that hear that nigga Gates Steady tryna catch the beat Can't even fucking catch the beat Kryptonite (Freestyle)[RemyMa: Verse 1] Remy Ma's a chef, see I be baking soda I mixed it with the white and now they call me Coke-A-Cola I be on that Kryptonite You see my legs, my ass, my waist My hips, my face, and my tits is right I be having niggas like, damn, damn, shorty look good Plus she really hood and she really be spittin like She ain't never gave a fuck Stay smoking that sticky bud In the cut like nigga what Twistin a vanilla Dutch Plus I'm over in LA, blazin on that Cali weed Then I gotta twist it in a Peach flavored Swisher Sweets. (Come on) And when Im in the Durty You know they bringing me goodies Im puffin patio piff you blowing backyard boogies Step in the place with my hoodie down Pussies like to call cops Never let em see my face In case I have to send shots Then we back up in the Benz, again, me and my friends and em No we ain't hoes but we chiefin like we Indians We be on that Kryptonite, you know we be gettin right And all he wanna know, is can he take me to his crib tonight And I'm like I'm the comma, Queen of NY comma Remy Ma's a problem, I only fuck with drama See I be on it on it All night, yo I be on it on it I be the reason that your dick is sore, when you wake up in the morning Unstoppable(Chorus) Remi Martin step on the scene like wha Pun album number 14 like wha Bout to take the whole industry like wha Like wha, what the fuck I can't be touched We got the BX locked the Mo less, T.S. has got me No stress cause y'all can't stop me A bitch like Rem is unstoppable (Verse 1) I wish every breath I take, could taste like 'dro Every sentence that I say will come out in a flow So I'll never have to write, or spend no dough on smoke I was never a comedian, but y'all ho's a joke I use to be the loud one, the only bitch in a bunch Standin in the middle crowd, puffin a blunt Like it's legal, never put the coke in my cut Just shotties and dead bodies layin up in the trunk Y'all ho's is drunk, you sound like her, you sound like him But I don't really care, long as no one sound like Rem Get into hot shit, y'all better stop shit Now I'm only spittin, in a minute, I'ma haul spit Make yo' record label take yo shit of the market Take ya name off the roster, and write Remi Martin I'ma a monster, to y'all fraud broads, I'ma probelm I spit so sick, and I flip so quick like wha! (Chorus) (Verse 2) Once I get started, you can't do shit But get pissed, cop the album, cassette, and compact disc Put me in a mansion, still a project bitch Party shit, come threw bombin shit In a Benz tesseler, wit the darkest tips So expensive, niggas hesitate to park the shit Niggas got big funds, so we copped big guns Y'all scared to death, since I got wit Big Pun If I ain't the baddest Bicth, in this rappin shit Tell me who the fuck is so I can slap the bitch Tell her stop writin rhymes, memorize her lines Get her own shit, she wastin my time I'm a double don, none of y'all can't trouble mines Make a remix, kill the same verse double time Hot to death, fuck around and stop ya breath The find ya hat, ya soul, and bloody the rest like wha! (Chorus) (Verse 3) I think my flow, got a few hoes mad at me They run around tellin cats they wanna battle me Ready to put up the dough, the truck and the V I'm like whoa, y'all know who the fuck I be Y'all know that my nigga's call me hannibal Cause I be eatin bitches up like a cannibal Wild out, like a muthafuckin animal I got a thing for a clip that's expandable And that's no kiddin, and no bullshittin Murder you, yo kids, and ya grandchildren Body the bird, the dog, and the lil kitten You can stop the beat and all, and Remi still spittin And you still flippin, how she the hottest bitch When I get my shit written by the hottest kids Cause you so pussy, so don't push me And i'm way to loud, so you can't shush me, like wha! (Chorus) - 4x My Drink N 2 Step (Freestyle)(Chorus) Put ya drink in the air for the Queen of NY Put ya drink in the air for that chick Remy Ma Put ya drink in the air if you know she nice Put ya drink in the air for Shesus Christ I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step It's on , it's on , it's on and I'm home Get the Patron and tell em that its on! [Remy Ma: Verse 1] Yeah Please believe it R to E-z Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Can't come to the phone cause I'm sleeping Shorty came over and spent the night on his knees Going down down baby , down just like a rollercoaster Keep heat baby right here in my shoulder holster Yall got little guns yall shit go chimmy chimmy pow I got big guns my shit like click click pow They like look at Remy now, I'm like yeah look at me Straight stunting just like my daddy I gotta little fatty and some big ass titties Even got cut in my face and I'm still mad pretty And these bitches can't catch me so these bitches mad at me So I smile in all my pictures Yeah I'm mad happy I heard you said when you see me that you was gone smack me Yeah bitch I'm laughing This is blown out of proportion don't gas it This bitch out of her mind and she plastic This bitch barely can rhyme and she bad bitch I'm convinced I'm the last bitch standing And they can't stand it, thats why I can't stand chicks Shesus Khryst mixtape you hoped it got banned You probably hope I go to court and get remanded Yeah bitch I'm laughing You sittin at home alone and you spazzing I'm sitting on your man face and he gagging I'm talking like he can't breath cuz I'm blacking Back and forth, and forth and back and Let him pull his head out for a second cuz he gasping Then I shove it right back in Meanwhile , you still tryna figure out what happen Yeah bitch I'm laughing Yall hoes is jokes now yall real funny See yall hoes is broke don't got no money And ya mans a bum , see don't even ask him Yeah bitch I'm laughin' (Chorus) [Outro] Please believe it R to E-z Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Get Em DaddyBitches better spit some shit Cause once I get my pen you know is a problem Niggas think cause Rem got money, that I won't fuckin rob em Attitude, you should call me Diddy, the way I'm boppin Keep a, deuce deuce, like OG Bobby Johnson But this ain't South Central, I'm from the boogie down Bronx It's queen of NY, you just a princess of the projects A bitch bummy with lil money, these hoes sho' is funny Go cash your WIC check bitch , ain't yo kid hungry? By the way your kids loves me, and ya man love me And it just gets worst, I don't think you understand honey You see I call him daddy, and he calls me baby And your son is so cute, he calls me pretty lady And your daughter I spoil her, I know you really hate me Damn, what has your man done for you lately? It's crazy I know he's never there when you need him Cause from the AM to the PM we be fucking when I see him We be touching, sucking, humpin, lustin, loving when I see him You be buggin, I'm wassup, it's really nothing when I see him When you see me you get sick, you know I'm doing my thing You probably puked, cause I'm cute, when you saw me in King And whats really fucked up, is that my album's coming soon Got damn, it must really suck to be you And its hot to be me you ain't got to think of me Just don't listen to radio, read magazines, or watch TV See, I be's the hottest chick on the market Reminisce Remy just Rem or Remy Martin, bitch! C.R.E.A.M.[Verse 1: Currensy] Yeah - started out on the good side And shooked to the hood side 'Cause that's where all the crooks reside And wherever there is crooks, there is crime Wherever there is crime, there is cash And wherever there is cash, there is eye Anywhere is eye, there is my guys The society of people that are all fly Bolt niggas and bitches only dance for the ritches Any place that I walk in, I make a grant interest Classic image, you've got to admit it: There is no one that can get all the attention from all of the women But these hoes slow down, so I make 'em steady dissin' Sayin' tryin' to figure out - well keep my clock tickin' Walking into the office meeting with my watch hittin' Not because I am scared of getting robbed But I don't wanna be offensive to the executives in here I got more money then 'em, and they supposed to be the ones with good jobs High spitter then that nigga, I'm a hood star 83 cut dough - that's my favorite hood call Corner park it up time that was my favorite hood walk Pass me the chopper, I show you what it’s good for [Verse] (x2) Cash rules everything around me - C.r.e.a.m Get the money - Dollar dollar bill, yoo [Verse 2: Remy Ma] (Rem) x2 Cash rules everything around me I heard motherfuckers telling niggas that they found me But how is that possible when you ain't know where robby ? ya niggas hot - I tell ya stay the fuck from Remy I be puffing purple, but sometimes I blow that brownie Jay from Jamaica rolled in papers, smuggled in bouncy I am 'bout to get money, bitch - dollar, dollar bill, yeah I got a live crew that is dyin' to kill ya Niggas feel my New York slang like they feel mob Yeah, I mean, fuck outta here, son That’s for ill ? Go back to Hollywood ? that's where you got a chill guard Never letting my nils ? I put that burner in your grill, Pa Remy Ma, the queen of NY, she is so nice A.k.a. the Bronx savior, Shesus Khryst Whatever hater say - he or she don't like May whatever they wish of me come back to them, Christ Fuck your dead mother, bitch and your kid's a bastard I am just here for Currensy, so tell me where the cash is See - money controls all I seem: mass of confidence Cash rules everything around me in other words [Verse] (x4) Cash rules everything around me - C.r.e.a.m Get the money - Dollar dollar bill, yoo Dirty Dancin’[Hook] Put your drink in the air for the queen LY Put your drink in the air for the chick Remy Ma Put your drink in the air if you know she nice Put your drink in the air for Shesus Khryst I got my drink and my two-step My drink and my two-step I got my drink and my two-step My drink and my two-step It's on, it's on, it's on I'm home, get the patron And tell them that it's on Yeah, please believe it R to the easy Can't leave rap alone, the game easy [Verse] Can't come to the phone coz I'm sleepin' Shawty came over and spent the night On his knees going down, down baby Down just like a rollercoaster [?], baby, right hand, my shoulder holster Y'all got little congestion Go shimmy, shimmy - pow I got big guns My shit like click, click - pow They got little Rem now I'm like "yeah, look at me" Straight stuntin' just like my daddy I got a little fatty and some big ass titties Even got [?] in my face and I'm still mad pretty And these bitches can't catch me So these bitches mad at me So I smile in all my pictures Yeah, I'm mad happy I heard that you said that when you see me That you was gon smack me Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' This is blowing out of proportion, don't gas it This bitch out of her mind, and she plastic This bitch barely can rhyme, and she garbage I'm convinced I'm the last bitch standin' And they can't stand it, that's why I can't stand shit Shesus Khryst mixtape, you hope you got bandage You prolly [?] get remanded Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' You sittin' at home alone and you spazzin' I'm sittin' on your man, facing, he's gaggin' I'm talking like he can't breathe coz I'm black And back and forth, and forth and back Better pull his head out for a second Coz he's gaspin' Then I shove it right back in Meanwhile I'm still trying to figure out what happened Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' Got hoes and jokes, now y'all real frenzy Y'all hoes is broke, don't got no money And ya man's a bum, so don't even ask him Yeah bitch, I'm laughin' [Hook] I got my drink and my two-step My drink and my two-step I got my drink and my two-step My drink and my two-step It's on, it's on, it's on I'm home, get the patron And tell them that it's on Yeah, please believe it R to the easy Can't leave rap alone, the game easy 2017 BET Awards: Best Female Hip-Hop Artist Acceptance SpeechAre you dumb? *laughs* Are...you...dumb? Are you dumb? I want to thank God first and foremost; I've been through a lot! To everybody who think there's no such thing as second chances, I'm here to tell you that's a lie! You just gotta keep working hard. Shoutout to everybody in Bedford Hills Correction Facility, Albion Correction Facility, anybody on parole; it's hard, but you can do it, you can get second chances, you can make mistakes and come back. My husband, Black Love, I love you Papoose! When I didn't believe in myself, you believed in me. My business partner, MY BROTHER, Fat Joe Crack! The whole entire team, Remy Mafia! I just want to say: "Y'all bitches got fat while we starved, Shots in your ass, pads in your bras, Y'all some liars, it ain't no facts in your songs, And YEAH, THAT CROWN IS COMING BACK TO THE BRONX!" Queen La, I see you Kim, I see you Cardi, M.A, I love y'all! Pun’s Words(Big Pun) Yeah Sometimes you gotta fool 'em Sometimes you gotta send A woman to do a man's job Nawimean? In this case, my girl hit like A grown motherfucking man Them niggas better lay low Catch you where it hurt Nawimean? Blow your balls off nigga Hottest Bitch On The Market[Remy Ma] You already know its not a game when the guns is clappin See its hard to scream for help when ya lungs collapsing You was standing there laughing, yapping, acting as if it couldn't happen And ya ass got popped You the type to go to jail when ya ass get popped Little faggot ass snitch start talking to the cops So sad Niggas is crabs and bitches is pussy Qnd my trigger fingers itching nigga dare u to push me You can find me any day hoodie down in the boogie Bronx Pounds of the brown, right on the Boulevard Yeah Remy Ma nigga, whats good really thought I wasn't the Type to squeeze the mac milly I hop off the bike and smack a bitch silly Cuz I asked for a Dutch and she bought me a Philly oh I'm so nasty moving at a fast speed with no intentions on stopping so how u gone pass me? Conceited (There’s Something About Remy) - Album Version (Edited)See, this ain't nuttin that you use to Out of the ordinary, unusual You gotta have the mind state like "I'm so great" Can't nobody do it like you do Miraculous, phenomenal And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you Show no love 'cause you wassup Look at yaself in the mirror like what the fuck Damn, I look good And can't nobody freak it like I could Yeah, OK, I got a little fat, but My shorty told me that he like it like that I'm happy Another me there never can be See, I'm so outstandin' Don't care if they can't stand me I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearing this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited. I got a reason See, I look way too good to be driving that And I look too good to be buying that You know I look way too good to be trying that I'm conceited. I got a reason Now who's that peaking in my window? Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm sexy And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see This kid that I'm waitin' on He said he love when my jeans look painted on Wit a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me Probably why I'm always getting hated on Now shorty trynna push up on me like a Wonderbra Listen, when I speak out I wouldn't want you take it wrong Now number one, I don't need you Ya name's Q, I only see you when I see you Listen two, you can never play me (Why is that? Why is that?) 'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady Three, it's all about me and I don't wanna talk about it If you love to hear it, here it go I wrote a song about it See, I look too good to be fucking you And I look too good to be loving you You know I look way too good to stuck with you I'm conceited. I got a reason See, I look too good to be gettin' with And I look too good to be havin' kids You know I look way too good to be in the crib I'm conceited. I got a reason Oh, oh, oh, oh I don't know what I'm doing I can't stop, my body gone moving I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music He's watching me and he's about to lose it I'm droppin' that hotta den drop it like its hot Face down, ass up wit some new shit I'm outta control wit it Dip it low, pick it up slow, poke it out, now roll wit it My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit it Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it See, I look good and I'm knowin it But I was never to proud to be showin it See, I look too good for this necklace And I look too good to be wearing this You know I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited. I got a reason See, I look way too good to be driving that And I look too good to be buying that You know I look way too good to be trying that I'm conceited. I got a reason DJ Absolut FreestyleI don't care enough to lie and that's the truth I could get you shot I don't have to shoot Whether off the top or in the booth 100 proof Remy Ma, Absolut, yeah obsolete None of yall hot to me I hear yall talking but I know its not to me To one of them , other bitches it got to be Cuz if a chick say Rem she gone swallow teeth They say I'm losing weight, I should probably eat Well then feed me rappers or feed me beats The term female rapper dont apply to me I'm the Queen and this is chess they playing hide-n-seek Like seriously where do these chicks be? It's been over 5 years and still no CD No feature , remix, or mixtape Not even a guest appearance or No DVD, I never seen you on the panel No radio stations, no TV channels, no cable, satellite No XM, even your Facebook page ain't got no friends I dont know who hyped you You don't really wanna fight boo But your not hot and nobody likes you Its to the point now they dont even care if you droppin It's Remy Ma yeah yeah , and I'm so poppin See Her[Verse 1] [Chorus] [Verse 2] What’s My NameShe says she love my nature She don't love me, she love my gangsta She don't love me, she love my paper Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor It wasn't me (If it was, it was) She'll still love me, cause love is love He said he love my body He don't love me, he love my punanny I'm in love with the things that he buy me Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby It wasn't me, (If it was, it was) He'll still love me, cause love is love Now what's my name? (Daddy) What's my name? (Daddy) And I still love him even when I'm aggy He has me wrapped around his finger And in my cell phone, he got his own ringer Now, sometimes he get heated And I know he don't mean it But as much as he accused me I should have cheated And even if I cheated, he wouldn't believe it Cause right after I read it, messages gets deleted And I know we even but, I don't never see it When I step on the scene, the groupies gotta beat it He caught, it's cool, but we break up New bag, new shoes, and we make up He buy me diamonds, that's my darling Guess I really believe that he sorry As far as I can see, he called for me How could I not accept his apology She says she love my nature She don't love me, she love my gangsta She don't love me, she love my paper Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor It wasn't me (If it was, it was) She'll still love me, cause love is love He said he love my body He don't love me, he love my punanny I'm in love with the things that he buy me Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby It wasn't me, (If it was, it was) He'll still love me, cause love is love Now what's my name? (Baby) What's my name? (Baby) And once I get it, I'm gone, I'm Swayze I do the damn thang and I run I knew she was a freak, cause she had an earring in her tongue Cop a whip, I cop rims, I'm not those dudes How you gonna buy a suit and don't cop no shoes Put the sugarfoot inside her stomach Man I have her climbing up the wall like Spider-Woman She gon' ride through the hood on back of the motorcycle Sexy, she got more thighs than the Bible Can't tell a woman you love her, are you stupid? Words don't express your love, you gotta prove it A man give you his trust, you can't abuse it Annalyze your choice before you choosin' Ask Snoop Dogg, I let it bang I got the hardest chick in the game screaming my name She says she love my nature She don't love me, she love my gangsta She don't love me, she love my paper Caught me creepin with the next door neighbor It wasn't me (If it was, it was) She'll still love me, cause love is love He said he love my body He don't love me, he love my punanny I'm in love with the things that he buy me Caught me with the next nigga in the lobby It wasn't me, (If it was, it was) He'll still love me, cause love is love I’m Around Intro[Intro:] I’m around, I’m around [x4] [Verse 1:] I’m the queen I got a crown hoe I wet bitches I try to drown hoes This is punisher , I ground hoes I don’t play that , Homey the clown hoes She a deuce ,She got chopped up These pussies loose , She got fucked up You act bougie You get stuck up I’m about a dolla , You get bucked up [Chorus:] It’s going down, I’m around Just touch the sound, I’m around Where my crown, I’m around I’m around motherfucker, I’m around Money I’m around Guns I’m around Cars I’m around Drugs I’m around I’m around Tell them niggas I’m around I’m around Tell them bitches I’m around [Verse 2:] You a bug ,I’m so flee I give you some, I’m so me That went over your head , I OD I’m Bobby Johnson , I’m a OG I hit my 40 ounce , It’s OE I got thick hair , A whole heap Whole scared , Y’all got cold feet Your run is over ,You a slow leak [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I’m a felon , My gun goes off I burn bitches , I’m a blowtorch I cancel bitches , I’m a showoff I’m too hard ,I got blue balls I told greasy, My mouth too slick I’m on fire , The girl fuse lit , I’m a bitch I’m a blue pick I throw it up ,Bitches you sick [Chorus] Throw Some D’s (Remix)Remy Ma spitting that Niggas wanna get in that Wanna know who hittin that And I ain't really feeling that Throw Some Ds on that I gets low with my fitted cap (Throw Some D's on it) Lets go little kitty kat Lips glossed, hair wrapped half blonde half black Pretty Remy, ass fat Tell me where the cash at ? I be eating caviar you be eating snack wraps I got all the hot songs you be having wack raps That's ya man? I'm a Mac When I'm done you'll get him back Not right now tho he just bought my Cadillac I ain't talking Mickey D's But I got a Big Mac and I'm doing drive thrus just got a Cadillac What you think of that Every inmate prolly got a pic of Rem on they wall Tell your chick to stop answering the phone when I call This for my gangstas, hustlers, wankstas, bustas Wait a minute mf... Bodak felon[Intro] No! Fuck you, free Cardi! Period, purrd [Verse 1] Said lil -, you can't shoot with us, if you wanted to These expensive, these is red bullets, these is 22's Hit the gun range, i can shoot 'em both, I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut Onika off, so don't get comfortable (look) I don't write my raps, that's what Cardi do (Cardi!) Said i don't write my raps, that's what Bardi do If I see you and throw a shot, that means i don't fuck with you Two number 1's in in three months, yeah that's what payola do [Verse 2] Are you dumb bitch? 'Cause I'm not Fuck with Remy, you get shot You can't hang around my way, I keep my bullets in my Glock I just checked out Cardi's bill, turns out she's rich, she's rich, she's rich I put my gun above my hip, i bet you dip, she dip, he dip Look, I might just shoot up young Nick, i might just pull out the stick Y'all know that I'm filthy rich, and this song gon' be a hit I don't mind you just a bit, I'm like Cardi B 'cause i quit a lick ('cause i quit a lick, lick) (Mmm) [Verse 3] Had to let these felons know, just in case these hoes forgot I'm the baddest inmate on parole since 1985 (five, 1985) Ayy, i don't dance now, i make felon moves Said i don't gotta dance, i make felon moves If I see you and touch my gun, just know bullets is flying too I'm an inmate, you a worker, worker, i make felon moves, Remy