Lil' Kim Unreleased Songs

1.Another

Biggie] yeah... fuck you
You a nasty motherfucker!

Chorus one： b.i.g.

What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue？
You cut that hooker off and find someone new
I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life

Verse one： notorious b.i.g.

Uh-huh, uhh, uhh
I know he don't treat you like i treat you
Time to explain the game you see through
Sex is lethal, i ain't gon lie
Means to get ya back, i ain't gon try
Like this ya'll, my girl sucked anotha nigga dick y'all
Light skinned with the chrome die six y'all
Thought they was creepin, two trips to v-a every third weekend
While you was sleepin, he hit you on the box
Sixty-nine go non-stop
Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not
You knew too much, the relationship grew too much
You knew about the crack vials, means to be trialed
Way i hid dough under the bathroom towel
Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing
Then things got frightening
Peep the scene, sorta like sam rosten
Guess you ginger, huh, go figure
Never thought you could be a gold digger
Take my dough and spend with the next nigga
Asked my man trigga, my ace boom coon
Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon
Now i'm like brandy, sittin in my room
Pissy drunk listenin to stylistic tunes
Or the o-jays, thinkin bout the old days
My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play
Baller, did she beep you？ don't call her
Guess who i seen, that freak bitch paula
She was askin bout ya whereabouts
Here's the digits, i know you can wear that out
Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight
You'll be all fuckin night

Chorus two： lil kim

What do ya do when your man is untrue？
Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new？
I need another man, in my life

Verse two： lil kim

Mmm, uhhh, uhhh!
Member when you said you would die for me, shit
All of that was just lies to me
Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me
Now you cry for me, like jodeci
It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back
y'all
Black nasty and matter fact ya'll
Shoulda seen the hoe, nigga pack ya shit
You out the door, ohh
What about the fight in the mirage？
I seen ya benz, parked outside my sister's garage
Said it was ya friend rog, bullshit
I ain't gonna keep puttin up wit the bullshit
And still i, never sweat these bitches
Who be hanged like plaques on the wall and ya pictures
Scalin fishes, my love is concrete
Stashin ya heat in the passenger seat
Of the nautica jeep, we've been down for so long
Still a bitch like me tryin to hold on
Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin
Girls steady screamin, 'kim you need to leave him!'
When i testified in court, couldn't think straight
Thinkin bout the bitches i fought
Over you, nigga half the shit you bought
And fuck you, movin is my last resort
You see nine outta ten niggaz, ain't shit
One outta five niggaz suck a dick
Ya mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me
Choulda kept the freak bitch off my canape
Now you see, ain't no pussy warm as mine
Long as mine, ain't no love as strong as this
When i sucked ya dick, it's like smokin a roach
Uhh, i go from first class to coach

Chorus one, chorus two, chorus one, chorus two


2.Back Stabbers

Smile in your face!
Yeaaah!
Back stabbers!

Intro／chorus
They smile in your face
All the time they wanna take your place
The back stabbers!(back stabbers)

Verse 1：(lil kim aka big momma)
The buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains
Dental records checkin my remains,it's hard to explain
First i see 'em then i don't, they disappear
First she tried to slit my throat,now she ain't there
I'm seein bitches in the mirrors behind me
But when i turn around, they hard to find
See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed
Make a bitch wanna choke me till i bleed
Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums
That some young bum had to bust just for wreck
Earn some self-respect,now should i tote a fo' pound
'cause a clown wants my autograph
Broken off that hash i think he wants my cash
The lexus and rings,give a sex simple and plain
But these bitches is mad an' they niggas is bad
So they scheme on a cream,you know
Fuck the hos,bitches is detrimental,the guns is essential

Chorus x 2

Verse 2：(lil kim)
I'm having re-occuring dreams-bitches they want my cream
They wanna be lieutenant so it seems,i can't sleep
I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed
The shadow stops,points a glock to my fuckin head
I grab my pillow,crack the back window
Pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate
Lord have mercy!the devil tryin to curse me
I keeps seeing shit that wasn't there in the first
See bitches be livin mad fad-they fuck my man
Steal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my hand
Yeah man,breakin you down one time
I packs that shit for your ass,chronic for your mind
I keeps it real on all you bitches,i wish you keep your mind
Off my motherfuckin riches
Bitches,i'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
Bank rolls is all i knows,that shit is dead chicken-head!

Chorus x 2

Verse 3：(lil kim)
The morning's finally here,damn!what should i wear？
Time to get dressed and do my hair,once again it's on
Somebody's knockin at my door,but when i walk across the floor
Just ope' it up,the motherfucker's gone
I'm hearing voices in the back of my mind
Better grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta line
I guess it's time to test this bullet-proof dress
From putting holes up in my chest
I'm lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the face
I see three bitches and still i got to play it safe
I hope my dress come in handy,but when i open the door
Three little girls selling candy,ya see bitches is jealous
Of little kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
All i wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch
Clock dough on the law,y'know？

Chorus to fade


3.Big Momma Thang('Remix')

Verse one：

I used to be scared of the dick
Now i throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
Heather hunter, janet jack-me
Take it in the butt. yah, jazz whah
I got land in the switzerland, even got sand in the marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing
Can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times i wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carot nigga, that's when i'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Word to shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
Don'tya like the way i roll, and play wit' my pussy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage
Baby carots
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the
time
Why？ lil ceas

Chorus： repeat 2x

Killahs be quite my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
You wanna be this queen b but ya can't be
Thats why you're mad at me

Verse two：

Hoes think i'm foul call me the bitch shitter
The lyrical gonna take a miracle
Like denise williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota
Gunz we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot
Want it raw dog well you best to see poppa
Get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous
If you you give head to notorious, then say my crew
you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch
Just a dick suckin nasty ready for some ass
Let me stress the tattoo on your breats
B.i.g., your rockin my property, p.y.p. play your position
Know i got ya wishin you neva started dissin
Plus i give head better than you
Pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you
I dedicate this song to ya ass
Like r. kelly and that twin pac up in your belly

Chorus

Verse three：

Saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up
Stack da skeeza, keep em knees up
What da fuck stay chillin, pack a million
Geneva diva yeah, i throws it down
Lay around clown the clock steps for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better of wit da playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da don
Pussy tease, here's three for takes
Yeah i ride crate state to state
Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from new york to anaheim
While you day dreamin wine, i just keep gettin mine
and i'm 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


4.Call Me

with you

Call me, just call me
Call me, just call me

Call me, just call me

My plane touches down at eleven forty-five
I'm comin through, want you, bout to show you why
I got the game from the pimps and players
You gon' feel me baby when i get there
I'ma give you what you want so i can get what i need
We can get hella freaky while we smoke some weed
We don't need champagne fuck the gin and juice
These niggaz know what short dog ＆ lil' kim can do
Imagination is a understatement
Anything you can think of we can make it
Big money, hit records, watch us get wreckless
We butt-naked, we never sexless
And when i get there you know it's, time to fuck
Cause all night long ain't long enough to come up
It's just us, ya wanna know something？ it's a big dick
Tight pussy thing, make us both come

Call me, just call me
Satisfaction guaranteed, i give you what you need

Everybody know the queen gettin down dirty
Drive you crazy like the 7：30, it ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep, you know there's only one
Ghetto queen with the guillotine／real bitch that carry gats by
the spleen
Knahmean？ some bitch is on the other line, answer that
If it's a booty call, cancel that
You want pure satisfaction？ i'ma handle that
All i need is a candle and a porno channel
Lubricate the top, now i'm starting to sweat
Peel my gucci sheets back so they don't get wet, now check it
Adjust your phone volume, lil' kim is sure to bring
The nuts outcha, imagine me suckin blood out ya
Like a hickey, i love the phone quickie
Slip myself a mickey, now that's the proper set off
You could reach out and touch me mci style
Kim and $hort fucking cali bed-stuy style
Tell me what you want, i'll tell you what i need
You could fuck me till i bleed, oh $hort i'm about to od

Call me, just call me
Call me, just call me

Let's mix sex with the weed smell
I'll be your slk, you can drop my top
The way you sick dick you off the heezee
Everytime we have sex it's like watching dirty tapes
You're my personal, private, porno star
You wanna see us fuck？ buy the tape at the corner store
Queen bee getting stung by too scheezee
I'm smokin indo, buzzin with the bree-zy
I teach you all about the niggaz from the o-a-k
We take the money and the pussy cause we sho' don't play
And i like it

Call me, just call me
Call me, just call me

Talk to me
Mmmmmh!


5.Crush On You

Undeas
Lil' ceasar, the bitch pleaser
Uhh... uh, check it

Verse one：lil' cease

Yo i be buyin em v's, so all my girls be eyein cease
Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased
You got me, i rock thee, versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my lexus land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, i'm mel, and you're alice
Spend a night, in lil' cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin there with the crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh

Hook： notorious b.i.g.

I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that i got a crush on you

Verse two： lil' 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
Or we tastin like food when we get in the mood
Listen girlfriend we don't mean to be rude
But anything i touch come straight to the rear
I take chickenheads like the playmate of the year
Cause when i first met her, she had the lex and the 'tegra
Game real good, sex was even better
I got it for the cheddar once i hit it in the sack
Cause i'm cease a.k.a. long dick from the back

Hook： notorious b.i.g.

Verse three： lil' cease

Yo shorty won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be right here just chillin witcha people
You know junior m.a.f.i.a. was just a preview
I know i had you open, so why i'ma leave you
Especially when i know yo' man is fee-ble
It's cease degenaro, you know how we do
My game is tight, we do the same every night
I'm smooth as the words that come from frank white
You messin with city kings with glissy rings
That's gonna show you good time pretty thing
Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin exotic
By somebody, short, dark and chocolate
You got it？ any plans to tape yo we stop it
Junior m.a.f.i.a., yeah we all about a profit
I'm the right dude to get you in the nice mood
Flossin rocks the size of ice cubes

Hook： notorious b.i.g. (repeat 4x to fade)


6.Da Butta

Will smith：
Uh, uh, uh
What？
Whoo! ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now let's go yo

Lil' kim and will：
Here come the butter baby
(i bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(i bring it smooth and hot)
What？ what？ what？ what？

Will smith：
Here come the butter baby
Bringing it smooth and hot
Got the staff from k-b
Singing this groove a lot
So i got my spiral notebook
Drink and pen
And then abracadabra y'all, done it again
Married but i flirt a little
Siking the ladies
In the videos i be bringing it like mike in the 80s
Level of success based on my level of risk
You've been yelling for the lyricist
Then reveling this
Old school hip-hop a beat and a rhyme
Some chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here i go, big will, johnny inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train to fame
Rappers hoping that it'd rain
Trying to stop the game
But rain can't stop me
I got a coat in the crib
Hey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefin' at the whiz, what？

Lil' kim and will：
Here come the butter baby
(i bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(uh, bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(i bring it smooth and hot)
What？ what？ what？ what？
(lil' kim y'all what？)

Lil' kim：
Lil' kim, big will give a damn how y'all feel
Hate, but on the real, big will is seven mill
If i wasn't on top i'd have a lot less ends
I'd most likely have a lot less friends
You know what i learned, let them keep talking
Uh-huh, pull up in an azure and watch them keep walking
Kim haters be making me wanna flip and react

Lil'kim：
No-no-no, chill will and let me do that (alright)
Huh, i gotta eat can't get with broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this
Call us mr. and mrs. papadapolis
When will y'all learn？
Y'all just interns
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
I rock telephones with the tv screens
So i can have real phone sex
Know what i mean？

Lil' kim and will：
Here come the butter baby
(i bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(yo i bring it smooth and hot)
What？ what？ what？ what？

Will smith：
It's the fun king, i've been doing one thing
Running things for years, give me one swing
And it's out of here, crack!
Over the fence ladies and gents
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current events

Kim：
Yes lord!

Will：
Big will swinging the best sword
What'cha flexing for, don't be testing me boy
Messing with me boy, you're stepping on the root of a daisy
I have you're girl saying

Kim：
Will why you do that to my baby？
Yo will, what they looking stupid in the face for？
What？ i can't have rocks the size of a baseball
Trust me when i cop i make sure mine cut glass
Never spend my last, like a crack head for the blast
Y'all can kiss my ass acting like you know me
You ain't got a rolley, take this one here you owe me
All in together now, wrists looking better now
Screw greyhound bound, i'm getting cheddar now

Will：
Burrrr! when she step up in the scene!
Who! ice gleam, y'all scream, 'bow to the queen!'
Ring on her finger mad phat
Leonardo dicaprio saw it and caught a flashback
(mouth noise)
All you rappers wanna snap, jazzy jeff got my back
(mouth noise)
Lil' kim bring it back, lil' kim press the rack

Lil' kim：
Yeah i'm short and sexy, my love's divine
My name is qb and i blow your mind with the
(mouth noise)
When i step up, body lookin' hot
All the music just stop


7.Diamonds

Uh, 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 male rol's a 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 blue 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)


8.Don't Stop What You're Doing

Chorus：

Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
You don't really wanna stop
Eh eh
Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing
You don't really wanna stop
Eh eh

Verse one： puff daddy

Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon
Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
Anything dropped if it's hot it's ours
If it's not it's yours, we on the job
Everybody eatin, everybody involved
You can't stop that like you can't stop rap
Bad boy stop what's the chance of that？
We don't stop, so check the, mansions and stacks
And we don't have to answer to jack
No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight
summers
Pull up at the party, eight straight hummers
Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders
Pop corks, we be the toast of new york
And out west, we want y'all to understand
All we wanna do is make you dance
We know the song ain't done wrong when the party is hot
Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you？

Chorus

Verse two： lil' kim

When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough
Fuck domino's, strictly dice
Bet you niggaz won't flow for this ice, notes is the price
Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y'all niggaz still broke
While my pockets on re-up
Y'all niggaz shit on e, what a pi-ty
Ain't it a shame how your man chose me
And you wanna know why, it's mad simple
Even in the winter, still pull a baller wit my jimmies
Drive a ta-hoe, wit plenty cash flow
He know, anything i touch i blow
And i crush a show, wit my luscious flow
Gotta crew full of niggaz and a lexus too
All of them hold me down while i'm pressin you
So who stressin who, and even though my nigga gone
Lil' kim and puff daddy keep keepin it on

Chorus

Verse three： puff daddy

Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road
Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow
Bang this til you're bein old when you at home
On the six-four, sittin on chrome
Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall
We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off
Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us
At the end of the night they gonna slide with us
I could tell y'all the rest but it's ob-vious
To the top now, ride with us, c'mon
We don't stop, we run the game, we don't watch
Every single region, we own blocks
Never let up, you tell me, who do it better
Every single i drop, at least two are better
The song ain't the wrong when the party is hot
Y'all don't really want us to stop, do you？

Chorus

Everything we make is hot
Thought i told you that we never stop
Keep risin to the top, yeahhh
Keep risin to the top, yeahhh
(repeat above four lines over another chorus to f


9.Float On(Bad Boy Remix)

Lil' kim：

Mr. biggs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. biggs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. biggs

Chorus (112)

Float on, float on, float on, float on
(don't you know i want your love, don't you know i need your
love)
Float on, float on, float on, float on
(don't you know i want your love, don't you know i need your
love)

Ronald isley：

Can't get you off of my mind
Girl i've been thinking of you
So lets not waste our time
Tell me what you want to do
Your body's hot for mine
Girl let me hold you real tight
Don't rush lets take our time
I wanna love you all night

Angela winbush：

You know just what to do
Go down and taste my love
I'll do the same for you
You know what i'm thinking of
Tonight i'm gonna cry
Until i'm soaking wet
Do every thing you like
Baby comfort me

Chorus (112)

Float on, float on, float on, float on
(don't you know i want your love, don't you know i need your
love)
Float on, float on, float on, float on
(don't you know i want your love, don't you know i need your
love)

Ronald isley：

Don't wanna stop this groove
Just wanna keep goin on
The way your body moves
Oh girl i can't let you go
Just let me come inside
Until you can't take no more
You're body wrapped on mine
Now baby, let me explode

Angela winbush：

You gotta give me some more
I love the way it feels
The way you caress me
Take me to ecstasy
Oh baby up and down
Just hit it all around
This love it feels so right
Bring it hold me too

Lil' kim：

Lil' kim, you don't know what type of chick this is
Number one all that of the mistresses
Mr. biggs you know you got to keep me jigs
Even though it might mean stealing chips from kids (say what!)
You know why mink coats is too high for you folks
Give c-notes every time i get close
Ya loosing it, acting like ya new to this
Get true to this, make it shift in my uterus
Sexing in the ascamartin, when wifey comes home
Get the dough and i'm departing
I wanna see if you can make me scream i hate ya
Give me back shots so i can sweat out my cream of nature

(112)

Don't you stop
You turn me on i need release, whoa
Love me here, touch me there
Something to share

Chorus (112)

Float on, float on, float on, float on
(don't you know i want your love, don't you know i need your
love)
Float on, float on, float on, float on
(don't you know i want your love, don't you know i need your
love)

Lil' kim：

Mr. biggs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. biggs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. biggs
(again with chorus and ad libs)


10.Freestyle

Uh-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 aint sh＊t, now i'm about having clout
This is all straight from knowledge now peace mutha f＊cka i'm
out.


11.Gangsta Shit

Intro：puffy
To be, or not to be

Chorus：lil' kim
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

Verse one： puffy
Ain't another crew like us,
That could do like us
See the world from a view like us,
Still always come through like us
They ain't true like us,
If they only knew like us
There's less than a small few like us,
And they ain't pay dues like us,
Never on p's and q's like us,
They don't move like us,
They don't have the right to choose like us,
Or get mad cause they ain't blew like us
They ain't on que like us,
They don't fit the shoe like us,
Don't know who's who like us, (who dat？)
Strangers,
Ain't aware of the danger
They heads up wit thoroughbred cats
That knock em back to get they ac's？？？
They a hard case to crack,
I'm a hard face to track
Fast as they can test us,
We flip em on they backs, like that
The many men that make or break must stay together
Cause together, its hard to break us
Chorus： lil kim
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

Verse two： mark curry
I'm a have to warn em,
You don't wanna double cross us
Haven't you heard,
How many got they loss with us
You don't wanna force with us,
Cause shit cause with us,
Ain't nobody boss with us
We got fours to dust
It's no being better off than us
And ain't a hotter source than us,
And these streets ain't divorcing us
We ain't got no remorse in us,
Know to hold your horse with us
No cuttin shorts with us,
Here to stay, no abortin us
No extortin us
Between us,
We got the mic to maime with artillery
The four is all free range
Who's domain
When shots ring, who remains
They refrain,
Who walks away with the gain
Us
Thorough niggas thats hard to top
Together, were too hard to stop

Chorus： lil' kim
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

Verse three： lil' kim
Ain't a bitch like me,
That can spit like me,
Who could say they rich like me,
They don't hold a four fifth like me,
Ain't a hit like me,
Nobody load the clip like me,
Cut coke and flip like me
Make hit after hit like me
Wear the title queen bitch like me,
Ya'll ain't good and fed like me,
And ya'll don't give head like me,
Plus your crew don't break bread like me,
Think about it
This a one shot deal
Ya'll got one shot still
When my gunshot peel
Thats a one shot kill
I'm so far ahead,
Ya'll can't touch my last spread
Cause most of ya'll is misled and underfed
Hey, what can i say
I'm a ？？？？？？？
Now all aboard if you ridin my train
Choo chooo
I can represent they gang,
Whether you from the east side (east side)
Or the west side,
Worldwide

Chorus： lil' kim
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit (its that gangsta shit)

It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It's that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit


12.Get Money

Intro／chorus(repeat ＊3)
Fuck bitches...get money
Fuck niggas....get money

You wanna sip moe on omy living room floor
Play nintendo wit ceas and nino
Pick up my phone say poppa not home
Sex all night mad damn in the morn
Spend my vee, smoke all my weed
Tatoo on t-t sayin b-i-g
Now check it
Picture life as my wife jus think
Full length minx, fat x and o linx
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combination and all that
Guess you could say you the one i trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard
Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot
Took me to court tried to take all i got
Another intricate plot
The bitch said i raped her..
Damn why she wanna stick me for my paper？
My mo-skee-no, mother versace hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me wit fake i.d.
Cases in virginia／body in d.c.
Why always me thats what i get for trickin
Came out on bail.. commence the ass kickin
Lickin the door, wavin the 4-4
All you heard was poppa don't hit me no more
Disrespect my click／my shits imperial
Fuck around and made a milkbox material
You feel me..suckin dick....runnin your lips
Cuz of you
Im on some real fuck a bitch shit..

Chorus (repeat ＊4)

Niggas..betta grab a seat
Grab on ya dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than a pussy of a bitch 6 feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the streets guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on greyhound
Now im billboard now／niggas pressed to hit it
Play me like a chicken,
Thinkin im pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy-pushme
To the limit get my feelings in
Get me open while im cummin down your throat-in
You wanna be my main squeeze nigga-dontcha
You wanna lick between my knees nigga
Dontcha wanna see me wit big and 3 down the ave.
Blow up spots on bitches because im there
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vex and start swingin everywhere
Me shiftee？ now you wanna pistil whip me
Pull out your 9, while i cock on mine
And what nigga／i aint got time for this
So what nigga／im not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and armani suits
Age of the adini and chanel nine boots
Things to make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin i apologize
Is you wit me, how could you ever decieve me
But paybacks a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw i aint gay this aint no lesbo flow
Jus a lil somethin to let you motherfuckers know....

Choru


13.Get Naked

Queen bitch, the red lipstick
The old black hard, fony black rob
Fuck a blow, it's so mothafuckin' hard
Under seven inches？ ehhh! sorry.
Minimen i can't fuck with them.
I like to ride the cock till ya hit the spot

Come on baby make it hot,
Gotta convertible？ drop the top.
Before we do a thing,
I want the diamonds and a ring.
It's the furs, the minks, the jewels, the minks.

You know i'm freakin', so ya
Gotta keep me and ahh
Know you hate it but ehhm

Get naked!

You aint makin this
You always takin this
We don't want your dick!

Tommy lee： fuck the girl-game,
With girls that complain
It aint enough untill
You sleepin' on a cum stain.

Lil kim： you aint makin this
You always takin this
We don't want your dick!

Tommy lee：yeah! fuck the girl-game,
With girls that complain
It aint enough untill
You sleepin' on a cum stain.

Get, get naked!

Lil' kim - come on baby make it hot

Get, get naked!

Lil' kim - ride the cock til you hit the spot

Get, get naked!

Lil' kim - come on baby make it hot

Get naked!


14.Gettin Money(Get Money Remix)

Biggie's talking intro
Repeat 6x
Mafioso

Little ceas：
How you figure that your team can affect my cream
Gold and platinum. black since i stepped on the scene
Kn - i mean. peep the scene：
Jacoooze full of women.
She hittin me and him and him much love like wembelton
While niggaz screamin killa
I'm overseas in my villa
Wit my masseuse struttin illa
Frank switch the plan. cock the lexus lan
See cutta, rockafella 4 hundreds and betta
Little ceas push threes with fives in his eyes
Not that i'm gon cry for mary blige
I die for my niggaz packin steel
Chicken heads with sex appeal
Reveal sexual acts up in capone's ac
The chocolate dime watch the mafia shine -unh
Girls git your own, can't touch a dime of mine

Biggie
And if you don't stop, then we won't stop
Continuously to git (git money)

You can be as good as the best of them
But as bad as the worst
So don't test me (get money)
You better move over (get money)

Little kim：
Big momma, keys in tiawana
Some call me donna karan or armani
Gats for the poonani
For brown nose pussy crushers
Cap peelin others. ignorant muthafuckas.
Drive a benz or miata. this honey's got a
Sweet peniata. six shotta
Little kim the black erika caine -in
Who remains in chanel frames and
Animals of all kind.
Russian fendi sables
With matchin pool tables
Read the label - mafia
Admirin my shoes by gucci
I be eatin sushi, playin with my coochi
Countin lucci. nigga i got banks to rob
Convertable saabs. i'm married to the mob

Biggie

Biggie smalls：
Frank white the desperado
Used to rock the all black movado
The all black eldorado.
All that and a bottle of don p
Niggaz can't harm me, i keep the army.
Is brooklyn in the house？ - without a doubt
I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about
Check it out： guns i bust em
Problems with my wife： don't discuss em
Coups and lier jets i lust them
Finger prints i dust them. recent address
Stuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress
Your mom's a actress. didn't wanna show me the thing
It's okay, she was old anyway. i display
Hot 97 rhyme ready. cocked mac-11, line steady.
Like tevin campbell i'm ready to do what i do
Continuously to git

You can be as good as the best of them...


15.Give It Up

Say what？

Check it out

Pop corks with the best of them, style on the rest of them
All because i threw my breast to them
Now they zest and caressin them, kim neva stressin them
Five figures, bet i'm pressin them
This goes out to my thoroughbreds
Real dogs while ya halfway cats play the back
If ya gizzat, like dizzat
Ask mark morrison, it's return of the mizzack

I don't wanna hear it
All the things you said to me
About the way you do me
About the way you make me scream
Words could never put it
Those are just a waste of time
So hit me with your best shot
I wonder can you blow my mind

Bridge：

No need to make me feel like i want a casanova (you got to
satisfy me)
So baby what's the deal, cuz i'm curious about the baby

Chorus：

I wanna know it, baby, you got to show it boy
Give it up! don't talk about it
Give it up! just do it boy
Never believin baby, til i can see it boy
Give it up! you got me thinkin
Give it up! you're just pretending

Honey i've been waiting
And i'm not waiting anymore
All the anticipating
So baby won't you close the door
Enough hesitating
So why don't you try change your mind
Cuz i've been waiting long boy
We gonna have a real good time

Bridge：

Chorus

When i met ya, i swore that i would never forget ya
Scared thinkin i won't let ya
Lick my back up and sniff my crack up
Then i slacked up, you know niggaz can act up
Before they get the booty, then i stay like tootie
Usually i, know the truthfully i
Don't mind if you wanna get a little into me like swv
Stop frontin, can we do a little somethin
Word to my man max, push the fifth track in the bentley
Watch me, go dat gently, but simply
Y'all men be, wasting my time like mona lisa, put that on my
visa
Make you sit calm like monesha, talking greasy but i talk
greasier
So tim man slide so you can make it fit a little easier

Chorus


16.Hit Em Wit Da Hee

Uhh missy, yeah b.i.g.
Ha ha, yeah, i like that

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 indicot and
I be off the wall like the lox, nightbox filled with benjamins
Me and my girl misty gettin' pissy up in bennigans
Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like fennigan
Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again
Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and
While misdemenor hit notes like sarafinna, i subpeona you
To my funk grooves see, i hit you wit' the huhhh!
She wit' ya with the heeeee!

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 (tunes)
I drive through your hood
And i hit 'em with

Chorus

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, heee haaa heee haaa

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

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)

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
Niggaz 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

I hit em with the heee
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 heee
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)

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)

Music plays till fade


17.Cha Cha Cha

Clue- new lilkim
Cha cha cha
Stupid
Rulers are back, remember that

Kim- my poppa taught me how to ride dicks,
Cut them off, freeze em, and use them as ice picks (yah yah)
hard times
Baby, i got bitches upstate, doing 2-8 for 1st degree rape, but
i cant get
Uptate, my name holds weight, (why is that) like i said my name
hos hate,
Pussy is debate, around the way they call my the pink panther,
ask leo
Ganther, he knows the rap jones a fiegn baker, keep her wrists
looking like
Strobe lights, when i bust my gun, niggas think im babylon (for
real) cause i
Shine on just like miss sygon (bup bup bup), the sex, the cars,
gotta set the
Next, fuck it, who you wit, betta claim ya set, caution, walking
on me might
Break ya neck, im like water on the floor, slippery when wet(for
real)
Niggas want to test me, i doubt that, automatic oozzies, we
about that, gun
You in the sun or the rain, point blank range me and my bitch
can squeeze
About 6 (yah yah)

Reggae- the gangsta i heard her screamin, but that dont make no
sense at
All,
Too me, or my glock

Dj clue- check us on side 2 (interupts the song and cuts it off)


18.I Can Love You

Chorus：mary j. blige

I can love you, (i can love you), i can love you (i can love
you)
I can love you, (i can love you), i can love you (i can love
you)
I can love you better than she can . . .
I can love you, (i can love you), i can love you (i can love
you)
I can love you, (i can love you), i can love you (i can love
you)
I can love you better than she can . . .

Sitting here, wondering why you don't love me
The way that i love you and baby
Have no fear, cause i would never ever hurt you
And you know my love is real and i can . . .

Chorus

I know sometimes can get rough, but we'll make it
We'll make it through the storm and i know
I will try to make sure that you can trust me
And you know the reason why that i say . . .

Bridge： mary j. blige

I can love you (i can love you) a little better than she can
I know that you (i know that you) wish that you could be my man
Cause i can love you better than she can

Chorus

If i told you once, i told you twice, q-b
Through the boott, like a groupie for more ice
Armor truck heist, get the bone just like n'bushe
In love with you since the days of juicy
Now i watch you play columbo, picasso
Tricks inside colossals, turn you castles to brothels, uh!
Who you lovin？ who you wanna be huggin？
Dippin on ya ninja honda with tanisha and rhonda, wha!
You work more body than jane fonda
Physical fitness, mary blige be my witness
Under pressure, i lie for ya, die for ya
Cougar by the side for ya, right hand high for ya
Because of you, i'm inheritin trillions
Buryin billions, bentley coupe millions
Playin good samaritan, in the sheridan
Crack the dom pi's and rim b's, you better hurry in
Who's gone love you like i do？ huh？ wha？
Who's gone treat you like i do？ huh？ wha？
Mary blige, lil' kim, hah-hah
Queen bees, ah-hah, that's me
That's right, mary j, lil k

Who's gonna make you feel the way i do？
Nobody, nobody
Who's gonna make you feel the way i do？
Nobody, nobody
(fade)


19.I Know What Girls Like

Verse one：jay-z

Peep the scripts
Gold honey from the whips
Jumped out like yo!
Who the fuck you with
Flash the juice 'cause that's the rule
Damn i like a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes ＊＊＊
Natural - can i get at you？
Saw a spot on the body look nice with a tattoo
With my name, but didn't want to jump the gun
I didn't know how many niggas was humping hon
I said i never seen a face like yours before
And i been around some cute whores before
That either me or my boys tore it up before
So i'm hoping you different
Let you push the 6
And give you a different life and
Baby if it's right jump on it in the morning
And ride it 'til the night
Want to buy you real jury when it hits the light
Bitches are momentarily lose they sight
She said

Chorus：

I know what boys like
I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like
I know what boys like
I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like me

Verse two： lil' kim

So want a cutie with a booty like ow!
Deeper than the mow!
Airy shine like tadow!
But i'm a real bitch so you know i do real things
Only real bitches live like queens - get it？
Safety deposit in the walk-in closet
Marvel forts is for matching rolls royce's
In the driveway from monday to friday
I be the richest, shitting on these bitches
While chickens cluck giving up the butt
I blaze the cut with the daddy raw buff
You can call me a slut
Who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga shit
I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what i want
Fuck a prenup give me half up front
My sex be the best so we split these costs
You can stop saying mine
And start saying ours

Chorus：

I know what girls like
I know what they want
They want to sex me
They think i'm sexy
I know what girls like, girls like me

I know what boys like
I know what they want
They want to sex me
They think i'm sexy
I know what boys like, boys like me

Verse three： jay-z

Got the bomb place, fireplace john blaze
Victoria secret lingerie
Ice like don king
The price was like 8 digits a long way, shit
Got the beachfront view
V1 too
Cop you one cop me one too
On the place, jetski's park by the lake
No neighbors, make all the noise you want to make
Invite your friends over
Better make their way through
The benz's and the rovers before they reach the door
Vacate, hey wait, a week or more
First class to and fro, freakin off
Got the ham things lot
Champaigne popped
Cruise around the world 'til the damn thing stop
Cop rembrandt, handle, pay the lot
Can't complain, we balling, true or not？

Chorus： (2x)
I know what girls like
I know what they want
I know what girls like, girls like
I know what girls like
I know what they want
I know what girls like, girls like me

I know what boys like
I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like
I know what boys like
I know what they want
I know what boys like, boys like me


20.I Need You Tonight

Verse one：trife

Baby listen, bets to believe
I can give you what you want and all that you need
Mackin' all the ladies, from the fly to the shady
Marquis diamonds, 600 mersadies
I'll fly you across the seas in a private jet
Whisper shit in ya ear to get ya panties wet, honey i'll show
you how
Good life can get, wining and dinning nonchalaunt in the finests
Resturaunts, feed you lobster because i'm a true mobster!
Lamer niggaz bore ya, lay ya down in the walldoff vistoria
Victoria secrets, lengerie i loves to freak shit
Dim the lights, sex all through the night
King sized beds, satin sheets gettin' right
Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
In the morn', i'm gone

Chorus (sung by aaliyah)：
I wonder if i take you home will you still be in love baby
Because i need you tonight
Wonder if i take you home would you still be in love baby
Because i need you tonight

Home, home
Home home home

Verse two： lil' kim

Do you know who i be？ lil' kim the loot teddy (that's right)
Here trying to put it on you fools trying to run up in
(what's the matter big momma, don't you like what you see)
Like my girl mary b. you just ain't runnin' up in me
You got to give me what i need baby, that's a drop top z baby
Martini and roxy, icedy spomaonte'
Dom perejoun so we can get it on, movatto watch
Tennis for the wrists, nigga you ain't ever since no ice like
this
So now you know what you're working with, handle ya business
And keep coming with that stuff that i like, light a candle
I'm too hot to handle, i see your eyes sizin' up my hips and my
thighs
Man i'll do things to you, vanessa del rio would be shamed to do

Chorus：

Verse three： kleptomaniac

Mack ass niggaz, smooth like tom cat and ？masusso？
Games for pro leading parties with bitches and a sex coupes
Who spittin' game, all without the eye contact
We're all without contracts, laying my game down flat
Kleptomaniac, rides in this rhythm that you give him
I'm that right, let press ya suns you got to get ya skins tight
Catching mobile phones, showing women how to live life
If that's your girl, she wasn't last night
Made her life worth while, benjamins by the piles
Turn her frowns to smiles, lvin' goodfellaz life style
Nails done and hair, living rooms with chandelaers
Sex in a strech lex, no cares for who wanna stare
Yeah now that's a real women for ya, higherd vecks and lawyers
Pearl gems and tag for ya's, bachelor degrees
Bringin' home bacon and cheese, freaky shaundra ain't afraid to
get some
Dirt up on her knees

Chorus：


21.It's All About The Benjamins(Remix)

Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the benjamins baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the benjamins baby
Goodfellas, uhh

Verse one： puff daddy

Now... what y'all wanna do？
Wanna be ballers？ shot-callers？
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some grants like horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
Seven zeros, over in rio dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but i wanna be heard
On your hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive millineums
It's all about the benjamins, what？
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in european figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

Verse two： jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of puff daddy)

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a bro' vega
I'm wit mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- benz jeep
For my team so while you sleep i'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like ＊hebrews＊
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause i leave you, i'm only here
For that green paper which lead you

Verse three： sheek

I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop mo's, never sober
Lex and range rovers dealin weight by minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin narc's wit camcorders and chevy novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named alona (uh-huh)
From daytona, when i was young i wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now i only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the ac' coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as rupaul

Interlude： puff daddy

C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh

It's all about the benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
(repeat 4x)

It's all about the benjamins baby
Now, what y'all wanna do？
It's all about the benjamins baby
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
It's all about the benjamins baby
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the benz wit the spoilers
It's all about the benjamins baby
On the low from the jake in the taurus

Verse four： lil' kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)

Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot？
Wanna bumble wit the bee hahh？
Bzzzzt, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like the oman (say what？)
Have your friends singin 'this is for my homey' (that's right)
And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
Floss in my 6 with the lex on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)
German luger for your ass bitch, deep throated
Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you ridin mine？ (uh-huh)
I'm, a goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380's and mercedes, puffy hold me down baby!
Only female in my crew, and i kick shit
Like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you
(big： yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)

Verse five： notorious b.i.g.

I been had skills, cristal spills
Hide bills in brazil, about a mil to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
In my asshole, uhhh, undercover, donni brascoe
Lent my east coast girl, the bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My west coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rockin redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And i'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at penn state (c'mon)
Listen close it's francis, the praying mantis
Attack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand
Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til i'm empty, don't tempt me
Only, to hell i send thee, all about the benji's
What？？

Outro： puff daddy

It's all about the benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
(repeat 8x)


22.Just Like Me

You got it going on (what, what)
You got it going on (what, what)
Come on, come on strictly fuck we／those (6) digit niggaz
If the first one is a (9) they a buck behind, i live my rhyme
At the same time can't find myself layin up, if you payin up
Bullets start sprayin up, you know my niggaz is sick
The game ain't enough for you to run up in this
I needs stacks of chips, you know dream house money
Shit you just like me so don't start acting funny

Your the kind of girl that makes
Everybody feel that your just so damn good (so damn good)
But your secrets i found out
So don't deny what you're about
I know the truth, you know i do (i do)

Chorus：

I know you get lonely
Just like me
And you want it
Just like me
But act like you don't
You know you're just like me

Quiet is kept you cry for help
When no one else is there i betcha you touch yourself
Does it feel good？
Late night calls, i betcha you do it all
Anything to get it off
But you still persist to front on me
Baby tell me

(bridge)
Why (oh why) do we play this game of chase
When we know we both feel the same way
And why, do you put me through all these changes
When you know your just a freak like me
You're just like me

If i had one wish in the world, i swear to god
It would be for girls to rock pearls, straight out the oyster
Voice your opinion queen bee made a million
Got mirrors on my ceiling, so i can see it
When ya head be in between it, if i had a penis
I'd be heartless for real though, niggas start shit
I'd just flash out my dido, ya'll move to quick
Thought i'd be memorized by your cocaine bricks
And ya smoke gray six, nigga thought you was a groupie
Obsessed fan with my picture in your hooptie
You heard my record now ya know i'm freaky
So ya wanna wreek it and ya wanna see me
How your dreams be, you want me sexual
In a gun fight, 2 on 3
I'm next to pull, and i love life
Something you never could imagine, then you woke the fuck up
It's just rappin

(hook)

Don't front like you don't girl you're just like me

Just like me
Just like me


23.Kim Freestyle

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


24.Ladies Night(Not Tonight Remix)

{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 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

Bang this in your whips
Platinum coated rolli 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 toteless, i ain't lye-in
Niggaz 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 fuck
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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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

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
Niggaz can't see us from elektra to undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh i'm out he, ooh

＊ladies night, ladies night...＊


25.Money Talks

Just tim-baland, and lil' kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just tim-baland, and lil' kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
Just tim-baland, and lil' kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just tim-baland, and lil' kim (uh, uh-huh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
Not them playa haters, knahmsayin？
Cause in the commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh

Verse one： lil' kim

My man blake flew me to the erie lake
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, 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
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
(repeat 2x)

Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight

Verse two： 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 crocadile on em
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 benz-y 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'ma 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, this nigga ain't about nuttin, cause he keep frontin
He must be up to somethin, round em up, here i come
Uhhh

Chorus

Verse three： 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 niggaz 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)

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
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah


26.Money, Power, Respect

Intro：lil' kim

See i believe in money, power and respect
First you the money
Then you get the motherf--kin' power
And after you get the f--kin' power
You get the f--kin' ni--az to respect you

Chorus (lil' kim)

It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
You can sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
Money power respect
Money power respect

Verse one： sheek

Aye yo my whole click bout it bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the horace wanna crowd around it
You can see me on optimum tv, or in the bathroom
Turn the light out, scream!
Bloody mary, one two three
Sheek ain't ya usual friend, but i can set you up like kaiser
Walk straight up the end, i'm done with ice and charms
I'm tryin' to ice my whole caskit when i'm gone
Pull up with class on the don, once i meet 'em i greet 'em
Kiss his feet for freedom, tell him thank you lord
Cause on earth i was getttin' bored
Now resurect me back to this cat called sheek
So i can make this album get back the cats that's weak
230, 6'2', need funds from you that's like a cat versus a
pitbull
Gun, no flip for, keep hunger
And plan for the future cause you figure you gon' be older
When way longer then ya gon' be younger

Chorus (lil' kim)

It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
You can sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
Money power respect
Money power respect
It's the key to life

Verse two： styles

(clock tickin') only time can tell how the clock tick
I really love here but i'm still a hostage
Two personallities, check the posture
Smoke out the mouth, clear out the nostrals
Thinkin' death, the life seems scarey
I'm passin' graveyards, seeing people hail mary
I ain't chillin', till i'm out
Parash you and race my man in mild climate
Called out ten diamonds, twenty five thousand a peice
F--k streets, tryin' to own the island forget about woulin'
Tri ridin', in the car that be glidin'
If i should you were i lived you would think i was hottest
Sling dick to the chicks who that don't speak english
Wake up to trinidad, like f---in' i'm rich
Come back, probably jet, live on set
If you can sh-t go out and spit bragoits

Chorus (lil' kim overlaps last line)

It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
You can sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
Money power respect
Money power respect

Verse three： jadakiss

Yo yo yo yo yo nuttin' but the hotness, whenever we drop this
Monotnis, for ya'll to keep hatin'
Cause ya'll never gon' stop us, i keep my rocks spotless
And my ho-s topless, take time try to figure out who the lox is？
Spare no one, keep rhymes like shogun
You scared to blow one, get robbed with your own guns
If i don't respect you i'ma check you
And if i don't kiss you i'm gon' peck you
Right before i wet you, i sneeze on tracks and bless you
I'm special, and if you like workin' out then i'm gon' strech
you
Hustilin' is dead but we still get red, turn the spots in the
bakery
To give back bread, and ya'll said my money spent
But it's in the bed, so when the feds come the dogs can't get a
scent
And my story, self explainitory
That i'm the hotess thing on the streets
And ya'll ain't got nothing for me

Chorus (lil' kim)

It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
You can sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
Money power respect
Money power respect

Verse four： dmx

(arff! arff!) this is the beat that i can freak it
Just drop the reals, plus the ni--a with the ill
Ya'll ni--az know my skills, ask from the grills
Get 'em up, spit 'em up
Red 'em up, then watch them come
Get 'em up, set 'em up
Rather do dirt then get dirt, b--ch i make ya sh-t hurt
Then step back, like i did work
This ain't no fu--in' game, what'cha think i'm playin'
Till you layin', so where the junkyard decayin'
Moms at home prayin', till you comin' home but you not
Just sittin' up in the trunk startin' to rot
And hell is hot, only cause i'm here now baby
It's goin' down baby, peep the four pound baby
And let off up in a n--a, specially if he think he bigga
Then my motherfuckin' trigga, did i？
Can i get mine, is it gone
Dmx representin' one time it's on

Chorus (lil' kim overlaps last line)

It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
You can sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money power respect
That you need in life
Money power respect
You'll be eatin' right
Money power respect
Money power respect
Money power respect


27.No One Else(Puff Daddy Remix)

Foxy brown：

Brown nigga, uh, cromed out six and shit
Bubblin' layin' up with them colombians
Oh fuck no, i get this doe, foxy brown mama
Jig suits from gabbanna
True, all a nigga who you callin'
Bye bye we be flashin', sex lastin' all night long, it's strong
The mattress, ill na na, like benny honna stakes
The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes
A talion, fox brown the don, loochie y'all
Stallin, sip crystalle on the cayman islands
Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like ravano
Turn that mob nigga to snitch, true player to don
From veneddinni, five carats on the arm, two l's be the bomb
The four hotties, total and foxy, sip us some martinis
Bad girl of the year 96 we in gear

Chorus：
I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh
I don't need no one
I don't need, no one but you, yooouuuu, oh oh oh oh oh

Lil' kim：

Many people tell me my style is terriffic
Stupendous, tremendous, i bend just a little bit more
Than the average whore, cause i'm focused
I rock versace lamps and socers
You didn't know i like crack-adile boots and gator suits
The biggest willies, got to fill me, huh
I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car
Like tracy chapman you can cruise with this rap star
The mink sporter, the heroin importer, i be that rich bitch
Stack banks by the chips, check it
I spot hits like spud mackenzie, i'm leona hemsley
Taxes is gettin' axes
It's essential for the presidential, certified testicals
Get sprayed forty decibles, the king and i
All you need in this world, i'm a bad girl
The high pitch freak bitch

Chorus

Da brat：

Once again i'm all you need with the caramel skin
Fat lucious lickable lips in a jet black bitch
Stackin' ends fulfillin' dreams makin' life complete
Come take a journey with this funkdefied bitch that can't be
beat
Once, twice, second time around for me
Three times more than the lady you'd imagined it be
I been, re-enstated, platinum plated and niggas hated
Relay it that i'm the shit, twelve lookes and a pit
Hot like a chilli pepper, flee for me
You got the blunt give it away to the b-r uh a-t
And check my m3, think i know everything will p-i-she
And you can't keep up with this heffer from the west side
streets
I'm talkin mad money, keepin it real
To all the homies who been real to me
It would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks
Cash, i got all his checks and stocks and bonds
Sippin on don


28.Nobody Do It Better Than Us

Lil kim：
Yea
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
You ready？
No doubt
Yea 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

Chorus：(t-boz)
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

Chorus

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

Chorus til fade with ad libs

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


29.Not Tonight(Remix)

{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 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

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
Niggaz 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 fuck
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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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

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
Niggaz can't see us from elektra to undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh i'm out he, ooh

＊ladies night, ladies night...＊


30.Play Around

(puff)
B.i.g,
Lil cease

(mr.bristal)
Sipping hansun
Got dough like the hansons
Bitches come fast and out like helly hansen
Mister bristal you will neva catch me dancing
Off the prancing
Only in a mansion
In a party high and drunk
I see you glancing
Never blow my cool even if its jammin
Is the bitch is a feed i got a cannon
Cock, lick shots, leave them where they standing
You can call the cops i never get ran in
Call blake c. yall get the understanding
Who my man is, who the fam is
All that bullshit you talk, can it
We own the planet
Its a definite
Niggas go for money reppin it
Armagedding it
Everything we on we setting it
You delicate
Farr away in the country where you better get
Yall need to get with some veterans

Chorus： (harve pierre)
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around...with me
No more.....i'll kill you
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around...with me
No more.....i'll kill you

(lil cease)
Yo yo yo
Niggas wanna start shit
Push the button
See the dough flip from the carpet
Me and brist about to lock down the market
Gats they spark it
Lie to
Got crips and bloods that pop ？？？
B.rock i'm a die for you
Til this day i'm a ride for you
God forbid i die too
When you pull that gack
I'll be right besides you
To guide you
On who to hit and not to
If a niggas guilty he got to die to
Thats the reala
They talking to the roach killa
The most illa
About to upset new york like reggie miller
Plus they say you turn thug you turn killa
Its hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya
That's why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
That's why i say stay back, don't get to familiar
Cause if you get to close my niggas might fucking kill ya

Chorus： (harve pierre)
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around
Lil kim： another
You don't wanna play around...with me
Lil kim： da queen b
No more.......i'll kill you
Lil kim： the extraodinaire
You don't wanna play around
Lil kim： lil cease
You don't wanna play around
Lil kim： coming at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium
You don't wanna play around...with me
Lil kim： uh
No more.......i'll kill you
Lil kim： uh

(lil kim)
Fuck all yall hoes i blows like suits
Bitches don't shake my hand
They salute, the leutinent
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal
heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
Balling like utah
Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far
From pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars
Niggas think i'm rich
I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots
And still be the shit of the night
When i come through
You be on the side holding your cups like the bums do
Waiting for the queen to put some change in it
I pull out a g and drop it
With a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted this shit
So i got to make a profit
And all the ends i sends to my mens down in scarfett
Me and lil cease in partuni partners
Laying niggas down like carpenters
So pardon us
Like nikes, we just do it
We aint ameteurs to this shit
We used to it
And all the bodies i killed
I keep them on file
So when there anniversaries come
We pop cristal
Ask chrystal, the golden child tow dow!
Take it how i give it
You talk shit
We live it
Don't forget it

(puff)
Stop trying to sound like her too

Chrous plus ad libs from lil kim and puff till fade


31.Player's Anthem

Niggaz... bitches...
Uhh

Chorus：b.i.g.

(niggaz) grab your dick if you love hip-hop
(bitches) rub your titties if you love big poppa
Gotcha, open off the words i say because
'this type of shit it happens everyday' --＞ slick rick

Verse one： lil' ceasar

Check it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit？
What are you a idiot？
Listen to the lyrics i spit like m1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
Cause cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the honda passport
Or the m.p., what if you see, then i miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Junior m.a.f.i.a. click, thick like luke dancers
Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
The little one, pullin over in the land rover
Playin big willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean？
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find

Chorus： repeat 2x

Verse two： notorious b.i.g.

(how ya livin biggie smalls？) i'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad phillies
Beatin down billy badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet i pass it
Shit get drastic, i'm buryin ya bastards
Big poppa never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit
ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, moschino on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin i'm richest
Just the way players play, all day everyday
I don't know what else to say
I've been robbin niggaz since run and them was singin 'here we
go'
Snatchin ropes at the roxie homeboy you didn't know
My flow, detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self, i have son ridin shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my mac-10
My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
Junior m.a.f.i.a. steelo, niggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
The smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be？

Chorus： repeat 2x

Verse three： lil' kim

I used to pack macs in cadillacs
Now i pimp gats in the ac's, watch my niggaz backs
Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big momma shoots the game to all you willies and criminals
I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
D-k-n-y, oh my, i'm jiggy
It's all about the smalls and my fuckin nigga biggie
Bitches love the way i bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one more time
Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up


32.Quiet Storm Remix

Prodigy-'what the fuck else could happen you know, i dont think
so once more
Son, word to motha yo.
Ive seen it all, been through it all, lettin yall niggas know
right now, word
To motha yo, for real for real.

Lil kim- queen bee baby
Lil kim
B.i.g.

Mobb deep- 'yo, yo, blowin niggas with rusty ass german things,
keepin it
Thorough as i muthafuckin clame the fame, throw on your wet
Suit , when it rains it pours, and all get hit wit the fall,
dont
Even know it from a hole in the wall, get at me, niggas wanna
Clap me, bitches wanna rat me, put it right where there back
Be, keep my guns close to me, my enemies even closer,
Tendin kikes wit the motorollas, yo give em the cold shoulder
Wit a hollow tip to match, bad aluminum bats, obsessed wit gats,
Since a little dude eatin niggas food, buck 50, niggas can
Kill me but they coming wit me, how about that, send the queen
Bee to attack, only a fly bitch like that can leave them
Relaxed, rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead,
Yo ill smile in your face while im plottin instead.

Chorus(2x)
Lil kim＆mobb deep- 'uhh uhh, yo its the real shit, shit to make
you feel
Shit,
Bump em in the club shit, have you wallen out
When you bump this(hip hop, hip hop) drugs to ya ear
Drum the raw uncut, have a nigga o.d. cause its never
Enough.

Lil kim- 'hot-damn-ho here we go again, light as a rock
bitch(uh)
Hard as a cock bitch(uh), this shit knock for blocks through
hard
Tops in the parkin lot, where my nigga rock like to spark a lot,
My brook-lon style speak for itself, like a wrestler another
notch
Under my belt, the embezzeler, chrome tresurer, the u-n-o
Competitor, im ten steps ahead of ya, im a leader, yall on some
Followin shit, come into this game on some modellin shit,
bitches
Suck cock just to get to the top, i put a 100% in every line i
drop,
Its the q to the b with the m-o-b-b, queens bridge, brooklyn and
We d double e-p, wha, yall wish you had the life i live, a yo
Prodigy, tell them what this is dunn,

Chorus (2x)

Prodigy- 'i could never get enough of it, yo thats my shit, i
need that
Shit
That real life shit, makes the bitches wanna thug it, makes the
Projects love it, we come through like fuck it, you want
probelms
Persue it, lets do it, infamous mob bosses, chech out the
Portrait at the round table, while you watch, attracted to our
Style, this how we get down, wit big jewlery and big guns, we
Busy and get grizzly, beat niggas bloody, twist niggas frontin,
Get the runnin for the miss get the bumpin, the benz get the
Thumpin, mobb got the whole spot jumpin, when my niggas step in
the
Place, damn you got to love it.'

Chorous (2x)


33.Real Niggas

Intro：puffy

I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and shit
I want ya motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin fun
You understand what it means to be black？
I have my man the notorious b.i.g in the back
I go by the name of the puff daddy
But check this shit out
Four fives
As we procced to give you whut you need

Verse one： notorious b.i.g

Sick of ma screamin get a job nigga
Pressed to the limit gotta rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do g
We gots to bang a nigga, and bang a nigga good
So i could cop a benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin, your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts
Hangin with the niggaz don't pay the bills
And bein broke and dirty give the nigga chills
So what we gots to do is creep and see a sweet vic
Did you see that shit？ (hell yea i see that shit)
Columbian dominican yea whatever
Who ever he was he had a tuck under the leather
Two keys twenty g's nigga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need

Chorus： notorious b.i.g. (repeat 2x)

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song i sing
Real niggaz do real things

Verse two： puff daddy

Yea, yea, yea, yea
I tote gats wit my nigga
Clap wit my nigga
Break bread then break backs wit my nigga
Jack wit my nigga
Cock the latch wit my nigga
Now how you gonna act wit my nigga
Just remember there is a gun to your dome
And i will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet i put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him read my lips
You too motherfucker if i dont see no bricks
See i flips when i dont see no chips
Yea nigga
I know you in pain i dont care nigga
I want the stash keys, hash, weed, g's motherfuckers freeze
Cock sucker you better bring the things out
Before i blow your motherfucker frame out
Nigga what

Chorus 2x

Verse three： lil' kim

Big these niggaz over here talkin shit
Yo fuck that i am gonna check these niggaz

What you said speak up
Cant hear ya
Oh thought you were talkin to us
Um pardon me my bad
I should of known you werent wanted with these 3 time losers
The open surgery hearth removers
Niggaz think they gonna stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop ya lungs
We powerful dont think that all we got is guns
We buy out everything you claim including your name
Mama bitch squezze the life out of ya niggas
Screw barker i take bites out of ya niggaz
Crack open ya safe then put a bomb to it
Fuck shootin windows i jumps through it
With the all black hoodie beat a nigga till he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my nigga b.i.g
I wanna see all ya niggaz d.i.e

Chorus： lil' kim

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song i sing
Real bitches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song i sing
Real bitches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song i sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song i sing
Real niggaz do real things


34.The Only One

(lil kim)
＊grunting＊
Huh huh
Catch me in the spot
Lil cease in the drop
About half an ounce inside the ziploc(uh huh)
Knocking the new one one deuce on the deuce
Me and my old flame and his name is bruce(yeah)
But....blew my eye when his girl drove by(huh)
Told me bye then he winked his eye(uh oh)
I am too dime for this
To fly to curse(yeah)
Through his jacket out first
Then slammed in reverse

(112)
Oh baby!
You need to know
Weve been in love
But never no love like this
I need to know
Just how you feel
Let me know if this love is real

Chorus： (2x)
I am tired of waisting time on you
So tell me what you wanna do
Is it another man, holding your hand
Why is this a mystery？
Oh baby cant you see
Girl your the only one i'll ever want
The only one i ever need

I think its time
For us to grow
Weve been friends now for far too long
The way you kiss
It turns me on
Let me know if you feel this strong

Chorus 2x

Bridge：
Give me your love
Don't you know that i need your love
I need you in my life
Stay with me
I'll care for you and me in our lives

(lil kim) (grunting in the background)
Just pretend like we friends and do our own thing(c'mon)
With the chinny bang bang
But let the phone ring (i like this)
From the first night i knew you was untrue
Ex-girl came through, she said she missed you
Panties in the bathroom sink, hot pink(hot pink)
What's a girl like me supposed to think？(c'mon)
I'm a bad girl(bad girl)
You shady
I get shady(shady)
Tie up your old lady and jet in the mercedes floatin

Chorus 4x until fading


35.The Queen

Puff：
I don't give a fuck, yeah yeah yeah
As we proceed to five you what you need
Queen bee muthafuckas, big muthafuckas
Junior mafia muthafuckas, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Lil' kim：
Bitches wanna front on em
Know not to come on em
I keep 10 glocks, 10 rocks up and in front of em
Like they spraying somethin', like they saying somethin' (you
ain't saying shit)
I get my bark on like dmx or somethin'(what)
My music's like louis, stiff eighty-four
Yours is like evander, 77th floor
Thanks to tae-bo, i'm 32 and 0
Then i catch a knock out, then swing and pop out
2 for 5 spots, i tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out, then clear the spot out
Take a nigga or a bitch (uh), you don't want no problems
My revolver is a quick problem solver
Don't never think i'm slippin, bitch i ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggaz, i treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit ha!

Chorus：
Come my people, come and hail the queen (y'all bitches ain't
shit)
Everybody let me hear you sing (there's only one queen, my
queen, the queen
Bee)
Come my people, come and hail the queen (come on niggas, we took
a little
Break)
Everybody let me hear you sing (you thought we was gon stop, we
will never
Stop)

Lil' kim：
I took 3 years off to map my shit out
Switched up my game plan
Get closer to god
Give me an inch i'll take a yard
Oh yall didn't know but yall knew i was coming back real hard
By the power that's invested 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
These niggaz wanna be kings,
What the fuck is these niggaz crazy？
I'm a hold da spot for ya yeah
Keep it locked for ya yeah
Rock for ya pop
Ain't a nigga i won't drop for ya
Bitches want my title, there aint a slot for ya
It's a cold whole world, i'll keep it hot for ya
What..y'all cats know who i am
What..i love those who love lil kim
What..i'm back again, the mic beater, the dick beater
The pussy skeeter
Do or die!

Chorus： come my people, come and hail the queen(queen bee,
Everybody let me hear you sing (to my niggaz)
Come my people, come and hail the queen (i don't think the
understand)
Everybody let me hear you sing (i don't think they understand
puff)

Lil' kim：
Blink 5 carats on the fuck you finger
And the hataz in the crowd, give 'em the 'fuck you finger
Think you can ball with the queen, handle the reprecussions
Our guns bust the english and the russians
Nas pararoba cata reba ne toche gababin dabunce das padonya
Niggaz 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 qb and niggaz need maturity
I keep my pussy tight like the president's security
I'm sometimey, that's right, i change like the year
I win chips from a casino, and throw em in the air
I'm the queen, i got special priviledges
We ain't equivalent, how dare you insult my intelligence？
Now, i win awards, you like the words to this song
You thought i was gone, but the queen lives on!

As we proceed to give you what you need...
All my niggaz, all my niggaz, wild the fuck out (wild the fuck
out)
All my bitches, all my bitches, wild the fuck out (all my
bitches wild the fuck out)
Everybody, everybody wild the fuck out (throw your muthafuckin'
hand in the air)
The queen is back baby!!!!!


36.Time To Shine

Mmmmmm (uhh junior m.a.f.i.a.)
It's my time to shine (peace to all originals)
Ohhhhh (peace to all those gone)
Yeah junior m.a.f.i.a. the click! whooooo

Verse one： lil' kim

Blessed by the god, so i be the earths
Queen bee bitch, poppa keep my rich
In 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 womenizers and a hand full of hoes that hate me
But lately, it seems pople make the world go round
From a's to z, i break 'em down alphabetically
Pethtically, i puts the pressure
In ya jones that you fall motorol 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 baulin'!, 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 got wow, and once i have my chow
Bet i just sit back and enjoy, the optimism given from a girl to
a boy
(that's what it's 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. click
Yeah junior m.a.f.i.a. click

Verse two： lil' kim

We all know what it means to be broke, breaking niggaz off
For some ends and weed smoke, some like to mix it with coke
Trees i like 'em fine, straight up marijuin'
And i'm 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 ya 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 ya frame)
Now you wanna lick a shot cause you ain't got
Get props, runnin' up in weed spots
Just a little gets to make game (make the game)
So you put the steam and the jewels in the stash
Quick fast, get mad
Cause ya man's in my whip, honey button ya lip
Cause my click is too dense, it's all about the guns, the ones
Just another day that the earths used the suns

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 and lil' kim)

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


37.Will They Die 4 You？

Yeah

1 - how many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, i'mma ride for you, would you ride for me？
Well, i'mma die for you, would you die for me？
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So i keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, i guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when i say we won't quit, believe this shit
When i talk about a benz, let you see the 6
And when i'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

Repeat 1

Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, i'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without ac
Thinks i'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it？
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it？
This year cancun, guess who i'm going wit
My own niggas, see i pay my own trip
Make my own chips, i copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like i'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, i always had, so i never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with teddy roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now？
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way i leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with mase gotta go down
What more could i say but hey, guess you niggas know now

Repeat 1

Motherfuckin' right i'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
Lil' kim spread like syphilis
You think i'm pussy？
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like e.f. hutton, when i talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz i'm the q to the b
To the motherfuckin' e-e
Copped my cd, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the tv, beds will dip in 3-d
Peep the cd, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus i'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, i hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter i enter
So why should i throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga b.i.g, i'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that i'd die for

Repeat 1


38.You Get Dealt Wit

Once i get the bounce, i'mma be good.
Niggas gon' hate me i get that.
Then i'll have everything

Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
＆ fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick ＆ like a trick you get dealt with

Mase
Now i know you love my lazy flow
But here come my crazy flow
Do this shit 'cause it make me dough
Do it again to make me more
Rich is only way to go
Givin' you what you pay me for
What you lookin' shady for？
Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe.
Top down 64 radio ac blow
They peep though think that automatically
'cause this nigga roll with puff daddyo
He gotta be ridin' in a b-e-n-t-l-e but why？
Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it
Wanna come ＆ put ya two in it
Wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it
＆ wanna spend what's mine
First you wouldn't give me the time
Now you gotta get in line
Think that mase gon' trick a dime
You out ya fuckin' mind
See i'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it？
Bitch i don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it
Now you can't claim to be a pimp ＆ then go be committed
Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it
Uhhh

Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
＆ fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick ＆ like a trick you get dealt with

J.d.
Hoes know to fuck with me ＆ they'll be set fo' life
Lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise
I been makin' millions since i was young
＆ still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin'
Showin' all y'all niggas how it's done
You know so so sell copies like kinko's
So ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit
'cause all i'm about is makin' dough
＆ makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff
Unlike yo' stuff i make the shit that
Keep 'em runnin' to the sto'
Swappin' drop tops on the regular
Spittin' game on the cellular
If i meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck
Then the hell with her i'm tellin' ya
Shit we do ya can't erase
Took a little change of pace me ＆ mase
For the niggas that hate
We still up in yo' fuckin' face.

Chorus

Lil' kim
Uhh now why the fuck you keep blamin' me？
You the one that try to shoot game to me
Thug ass bitch you claim to be
Y'all hoes never meant a thang to me
Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us
Go with us spend a little dough with us
Got a crush hush on this slim chick
With the wet lips ＆ the set hips
Too much smoke in the lex' whip
Can't pick who i wanna sex with
Got more weed than a li'l bit
Hydro ain't no bullshit
Then i come through in the 6 drop
Me ＆ li'l cease doin' the wop
Infrared clips filled to the top
Y'all niggas need to stop
C-can i say it again say it again？
Better come through with a little more win
B.i.g. is a slogan r.i.p. 'til i see ya again
Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin
How much dough you got to spend
Take so long you got to bend
Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch
Fill them flames with them clips
When the cops come stash the indo
Better throw the weed up out the window
Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny
Play y'all niggas like dummies click-click
Show me the money!!

Chorus


39.What's The Word

Jump off! The Remix
Lil' Kim, Joe Budden
Beehive, you see I....

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 niggaz 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

(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

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!

(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'

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 borrowelbum 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

(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

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!

(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'

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 (？)

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

Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take yo' spot and yo' spot
Mod, 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 (？)

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

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

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

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 likeve work from yo' block to yo' block
The neighbour better keep their fuckin' do'r locked

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

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!

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

(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'!


40.What's The Word Remix

Jump off! The Remix
Lil' Kim, Joe Budden
Beehive, you see I....

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 niggaz 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

(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

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!

(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'

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,um 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

(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

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!

(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'

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 (？)

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

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 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 (？)

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

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

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

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 ？ work from yo' block to yo' block
The neighbour better keep their fuckin' do'r locked

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

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!

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

(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'!