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this is my song for real no doubt said je je make it feel played out. as i walk
into the played out as i walk to the dance floor we began to |
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| 3:37 |
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Verse 1:
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M And not B-I-G R-I-P baby I rep BK in the NYC Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D And since '96 a chick been on t.v. Like MTV and BET So TRL and 106 I'm in heavy R-O when they play my shit Mama push whips like BM dubs And your BM trip when she see me in the club Ya man 5-0 I don't see him in the club Cuz he out in CT with a dick in his butt Ya stay OT While I stay OC Thats out the country with the A-R-A-B's With my girl M to the O to the E She ride like a soldier Thats my Kobe I'm Bella to that death and, don't ask why Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y And I'm more nigga than them bitch ass guys Cause they took the stand on the D.A.'s side Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 2: I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A. Take the Spyder down the strip when I'm in V-A The game slow gotta put a little work in D.C. I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P. On ESPN or NBC I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B. Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's You gotta body a motherfucker to impress me My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV And they air somethin out on the A-V-E I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E Get at niggaz quick if they try to move me A.S.A.P. like T.I.P. You get chopped and screwed honeygirl don't play Nigga we "Ridin' Dirty" like U.G.K. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Verse 3: Make a wish when you see me like a falling star Gave a lot of y'all careers CPR First lady at the top of R-A-P I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E B-I-G M-O-M-M-A No info for the D.E.A. Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tapped the cell and the phone in my basement The IRS tryin to take my pay And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A. I locks it I'm toxic like DDT My flow get'cha high like PCP I'm number one downloaded on your MP3 I bang on you niggaz like an MPC I make a nigga nut in his DNG's Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B. Chorus: I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? |
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[Verse 1]
I come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon' die Gotta keep the ratchet close by Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service Niggas will get at you, come through shinin' they yap you In broad day light kidnap you Feds get clapped too, police stay on us like tattoos Niggas only grind cause we have to Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder Fiends come through every hour S'all about that dollar and we nuh deal with cowards Weak lambs get devoured by the lion In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble The weak fold and crumble, it's the land of trouble Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers BIG comes first, then the Queen comes after [Chorus] Now put ya lighters up Bed Stuy put ya lighters up New York put ya lighters up DC keep puttin' ya lighters up Philadelphia put ya lighters up Detroit put ya lighters up Chi-Town keep puttin' dem lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Verse 2] Now lemme give you a walk through Show ya what to do and ya don't do Where it's not safe to go to Dem boys approach you Better say quick who you close to Don't come through if niggas don't know you Cuz people is talkin', the streets is watchin' The thieves is lurkin' stash da nine in the garbage The life of a hustla, the life of a gambler Dice games kill' mo' niggas than cancer Ya know who ya fuck with Brooklyn don't run we run shit Roll up and just bum rush shit We don't play that out in B.K not at all 4 pound leave ya face on the wall R.I.P in memory of Never show thy enemies love We get it on where we live Better have a pass when you cross that bridge [Chorus] Welcome to Brooklyn put ya lighters up LA put ya lighters up VA put ya lighters up Texas keep puttin' ya lighters up New Orleans put ya lighters up St Louis put ya lighters up ATL keep puttin' dem lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so to' I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo' (We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to' (Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo' [Verse 3] See BIG done told you I'm the hottest bitch on the planet Biggest sex symbol since Janet The Zanotti bandit Layin' in the cut like a bandage Come through Fulton St. in a Vanquish Doin' dem damage And if you don't understand it Then lemme give it to you in Spanish Soy la senorita mas linda del barrio Y lo hago afuera del espacio Still over in Brazil sippin' Mascoto You must have forgot though So, I'ma take it back to the block yo Put u on to how we rock yo Some are boostin 12 year olds prostitutin' Hitmen hired for execution there's no solution Niggas still piss in the hallways Fiends get high in 'em all day The yute, dem bang at the cops off the roof You don't know my town is the truth [Chorus] Welcome to Brooklyn now put ya lighters up New Jersey put ya lighters up Boston put ya lighters up B'More keep puttin' ya lighters up Miami put ya lighters up Puerto Rico put ya lighters up Kingston, Jamaica keep putting them lighters up No matter where you from put ya lighters up [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so to' I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' But fuck it, bartender you can gimmie one mo' (We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so to' (Lightin' the dutch like) I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' (Back at the bar like) But fuck it baretender, you can gimmie one mo' |
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(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why is ya'll on my shit damn SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 1) Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why don't ya'll get off her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 2) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', ??? Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-Tip, niggas be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (What they say?) (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Damn ya'll stay on her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 3) I just keep climbing up the ladder, ya'll never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggas business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Man get off my girls shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Outro) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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| 4:19 |
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(Chorus)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she got her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why is ya'll on my shit damn SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 1) Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin' Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin' Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey kim what up) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch) Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Why don't ya'll get off her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 2) I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin' In somethin' made with german enginerin', ??? Homes with french doors and heated marble floors Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' So don't believe e'rythin' you hear Just like a Q-Tip, niggas be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (What they say?) (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Damn ya'll stay on her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Verse 3) I just keep climbing up the ladder, ya'll never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best Damn, it must feel good to Payless You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin' And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin' You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat Quick to put another niggas business in the street I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth (Chorus) I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke, I heard she sniffin' coke SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Ayo Kim can spit, Man she don't write her shit, Nah Biggie wrote her shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail, She done fucked up now SHUT UP BITCH!!!! Why she get her nosed fixed, Why she got bigger tits, Man get off my girls shit SHUT UP BITCH!!!! (Outro) Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you She's back, oh my God You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back' But she's back bitches Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin' See, that's why don't nobody talk about you Ain't nothin' to talk about Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin' Ha, is it really that you hate you? That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch |
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My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa, whoa, whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no, no, no, In the club we, sippin' Dom P, sittin lovely, oh whoa, whoa Sexy ladies, goin' crazy, 'cause the beat's like whoa, whoa, whoa Fresh out the federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong, I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone then send a bitch a kite Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters (Chorus) Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Brooklyn style, that's how we do it Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it (Chorus) Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up |
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Now don't you know that they want to,
catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) No more Mrs. Nice Bitch Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some sheist shit Sellin they soul when love is priceless They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt A street grudge put me in front of a judge But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play And real niggaz get railroaded everyday Words misconstrued and used against you Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation A year and a day, three years probation Public humiliation, poor representation Guilty by association Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects And that's worth more than material objects A lot of things when they know you got it You a target, and now they tryin to get in the pockets Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip I had to say it, cause I'm that real with it You shinin like a star, then you gotta deal with it And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed Better watch it 'fore they write a book about like Superhead Fuck 'em and leave 'em then they after your paper Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha All it takes is some green and your face on the screen Fuck it, just say I took one for the team Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit I set you up for the right piece of change And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin All cause some shit was blown out of proportion Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you Now I can see why they all on me Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too Now don't you know that they want to, catch youSlippin with no protection Lead you in the wrong direction Every nigga around you is a reflection Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin (Don't let 'em catch you slippin) They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin) |
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hi you've reached kim you dialed the right number
but defintly at the worng time, so if u want me you must convince me, so at the beep leave a message, maybe I'll call u maybe i won't bye |
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| 9. |
| 4:31 |
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"It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh"
Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya I hear the snakes hiss, talkin reckless Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas" Everything these haters do just to degrade ya Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor Now the D.A., wanna give me time in the feds I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head Come down with my weave straight sittin on bread At the gate, gettin picked up in a new Coupe "It's all good" If you drivin or ridin the bus "It's all good" In the struggle and the times is tough "It's all good" It don't matter you can ride with us "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" If you hustlin and huggin the block "It's all good" Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock "It's all good" It don't matter how you get that guap "It's all good" It's all good See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin in a cell The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha Now my man in the can gettin money and gettin high He used to keep my fly he had the 6 I had the 5 So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy At age 14 I was puttin in work At age 16 I was movin that work Gettin paid for drivin state to state Smugglin weight, prayin I don't bump into Jake I travelled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases, thank God for Big Damn right I love the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all "It's all good" Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin "It's all good" Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin "It's all good" It's aight cause they time is comin "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" They hatin on me but they copy my style "It's all good" Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial "It's all good" You know you can't keep a good bitch down "It's all good" It's all good Cowards huff and puff but won't blow shit down I come through like two airplanes in midtown Nigga my get back's the get down Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down They all talk loud, when they see you they quiet down Faggots violated I wish they'd try now Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up Punks gettin left off right where I pick up Picture in Vogue, Spring/Summer issue Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle You know when I do it I'm doin it monumental Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental They ask me if I know what true happiness Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did? Hell no I love the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all "It's all good" Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin "It's all good" Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin "It's all good" It's aight cause they time is comin "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" They hatin on me but they copy my style "It's all good" Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial "It's all good" You know you can't keep a good bitch down "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" "It's all good" If you drivin or ridin the bus "It's all good" In the struggle and the times is tough "It's all good" It don't matter you can ride with us "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" If you hustlin and huggin the block "It's all good" Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock "It's all good" It don't matter how you get that guap "It's all good" It's all good "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" |
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| 3:53 |
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"What you see, is what you get"
Ay - I know you see me on the screen now riiight I know you see me do my thing now - true Tryin hard not to stare, actin like I wasn't there to you Can you see me now? Am I clear to you? On the red carpet in Mark Jacob's clothes You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows In your favorite fashion magazine they feature the Queen On the cover of Don Divas, doin spreads with Eva When we walk down the street, dudes call us the covergirls We stand out when we next to them other girls I don't bend easy, budge or break Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface Your girl come through twirlin in droptop 'Rossa Me and my la familia like a "Goodfellas" poster You see I'm somethin you never seen befo' I know you see me cause I'm somethin that you came to know, ohh Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch And you should see me in the summertime, stretched out in one of my droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline I'm livin off of your man, he supportin ma you'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine While you on your grind I'm on, beachfront property Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be the boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest Ball outrageous the broad is amazin In the 6, grippin woodgrain lane changin You coach flyin hoes need boss bitch trainin I'm muy caliente, sizzlin hot flame In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin You ain't talkin millions you ain't speakin my language The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch What you see is, is what you get Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect? Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls In the town, ballin out of control V-V-S's set in platinum and gold Standin room only, all of my shows Applebottom bustin out of my jeans On the screen with the man of your dreams Front page of your new magazines Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch |
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Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am here live Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T I don't know what it take I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry How the f**k do you get in the industry and then stay there Every time you come out you got some more hot shit Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go That's what the f**k I meant to do That's living legendship You just livin', that's how I've been But if you don't watch your mouth Somebody might take it apart too |
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| 12. |
| 4:02 |
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When the sun goes down
and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop |
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Due to the fact that there are some people
Like the lady over there that said she was Who thinks I'm dirty I really couldn't give a shit Cause ya'll by my records Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it Why all di dutty nigga them sit around and judge me All them a chat bout, don't even budge me cause Mi no owe nobody no explanation I convert it over to di almighty one When dis bad gyal come out We just run them in di morgue and them can't come out Some a di gyal 'em need to just shut them mouth Some a di dutty niggas need to just shut them Lil' Kim stay hot Pull up with my nigga in the eighty four yacht Man this hatin' don't stop Real recognize real you studio gangsters kill me I know my vets in the game got to feel me Cause from the gate I down the door Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me Watchin' them is like a Broadway play Sittin' next to the Queen Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be I'm the reason why the game so sexy The originator, the trend creator Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me I know what you think, she's such a fuckin' lady Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down Now if a mon want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect You see your words don't mean a thing Show me a man, who never sin yet, uh-uh The feds pinched me for shootin' But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music This jealous motherfucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch Probably go home, listen to How Many Licks Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught You see when you on top, niggas want what you got Even though they idolize you, they still criticize you So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I'm tryin' to go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I, gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad That's just between me and mi God And if mi waan fi shot out and gwaan like mi bad That's just up to me Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down Now if a man want it, make 'I'm pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'I'm pay it down No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh, heard that No money no love, sisters, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect |
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Gimme That"
(feat. Maino) Four.. three.. two.. one [Chorus: Kim + {Maino}] Gimme that good dick (give it to me) gimme that good dick (uh, uh) Gimme that good dick (give it to me) that fine-ass good dick (yea, yea) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {gimme that pussy} (yeah, yeah) {Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass pussy} [Maino] Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me I ain't done at one nut, bitch I dump all three Slurp it all up when you suck on me cause see I got the cleanest, meanest, penis Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret So all the hoes know my dick game quite decent Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell I'm the damn dude, that will ram you so damn hard it'll leave your ass blue Meat slinger, my meat stings ya Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver Want me to freak ya? Wait for me to skeet ya Dick comes around once again like Easter Bitches flash me they thong and panties Then they ask me to do the nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] [Lil' Kim] Now see don't no bitch do it better than Kim And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim Everybody's man wanna get with Kim If you don't believe me bitch just ask him Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina Even got my name on the menu at the diner Guys extend G, with my goodies I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra My beehive gags ya, when it grabs ya Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara Boys get hooked first time they taste this I lick dudes in all the right places G's got cases, tempted to take this Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and then they ask me to do that nasty Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus - Maino first, both ad libbing throughout] [Maino + (Kim)] Some like me to do 'em rough and show them (Some niggaz like me to run and stroke them) Some like objects down they throat and (I get 'em all strung out and open) Yes I wrecked 'em down to the rectum Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em (Pussy is power, listen man) (My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam) That's tight (Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams) (Got fiends from New York to the islands) Damn Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bedpole Seen my dick, and thought it was the bedpole (One dude went crazy y'all) (Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk) Some broads they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em Call the ambulance man to come get 'em (Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and) (then they ask me to do that nasty) Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me And when you pass me just holla at me and say [Chorus] |
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| 3:49 |
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Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee
Lil' Kim... 7 you ready? Good Cause 7's my lucky number Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) I'm goin to Miami, stylin, whylin Shinin, in diamonds, they're sizin me up My bikini, Gabbana, heels, Prada You know, I like, it sexy Boys holla when they pass me, call me and harass me They love me cause I'm nasty, but classy If you're ballin put your bid in, you broke, forget it You're just another doll chasin the Kim I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat If you want it then you better come and get it Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in a drop Picture Lil' Kim tan and topless on a yacht Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties Shirt and no panties... [moaning] Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) Lil' Kim's got that potion, my box'll have you open I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean You crave it, you want it, you want it jump up on it So you can play in my box 'til the morning I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning You can play in my box until the morning I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat If you want it then you better come and get it Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box (My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box) |
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| 4:32 |
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aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg
Why don'tcha blaze up some of that sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY! (Yeah Snoop, I feel you man) (That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me) (Somebody help me, please!) (somebody, somebody please) Tell you why I'm so damn fly One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy) Come and get yo' head right (nigga) He's an addict of my pillow talk Hourglass body and my runway walk I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo' Get you higher than a jar of that Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze Pretty girl keep him home for days Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness I put the red light district out of business They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache Who's that peepin in my window Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit I'm the hottest product out on the market Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) I'm addicted to the chronic (said I'm addicted to it, baby) Baby girl what'cha doin to me (what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) Ain't nothin like the chronic (ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) She'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3) I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl) Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah De ganja, sensi-milla Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush The chronic nigga Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na) I'm addicted to the chronic (said I'm addicted to it, baby) Baby girl what'cha doin to me (what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) Ain't nothin like the chronic (ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) She'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3) |
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| 0:57 |
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Let's be real about a pimp
how long did you think she was just going to take it han you thought she was just going to take it all you new hot young fresh bitchs doin old shit oh she been doin it member member I remember I'm sho remember too member when she first came out member she sexy and you aw look at this bitch who do this bitch think she is showin her shit member why she cant she just rap member that what you said and now look what the f**k is ya talkin about why what;what you mad at her fa han what you say her titts got big bitch you got yo regular titts why they didt work fo ya han what; what you oh no thats excuses just emit nigga that there are winners and loser shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do be good at it be the best loser you can be and if that dont work out fa ya do me this one favor shut the f**k up |
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| 4:09 |
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(feat. Sha-Dash, T.I.)
(Chorus) Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours (Lil' Kim) Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em Play all day on the Siruis, radio Satellite TV, who do it like me? In designer outfits, while sellin the tag Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass Number one rule, think B.I.G. 50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P. The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C. (Chorus) (Sha-Dash) Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo' Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it up Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car You been with a chump pah; like Ashton was the first one to "Punk" y'all Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob Like an old album, you happen to come for us You guys get dust off It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for Family and friends be the only ones missin boy Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours? (Chorus) (T.I.) You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine 40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time Other niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mine You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine You niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mine Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down (Chorus) |
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When it's my last day,
then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain Golden gates, and the brass water fountain 'Til my last day, I'm goin hard And I ain't slowin up, 'til the Heliport's in my back yard 'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card 'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I'm from 'Til I show you how it's done, show you why I'm number one 'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet 'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check 'Til I'm at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker 'Til I'm with Jehovah it ain't over 'til it's over When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Besides God, what the fuck should I fear? The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror I built my career on, blood sweat and tears And I'm still here, gettin stronger each year Cause what don't kill me, could only help build me I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty If you was missin a spine you'd still have to feel me Some came and went but your girl is everlasting 'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping) And niggaz droppin tears on my Versace casket And I'm, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened? Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, it ain't mine When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be The big Q.B., the problem in Prada The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become I been hated on many times, adored and idolized Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line It's all there in black and white, read it and weep I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day My actions spoke louder than whatever they say Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me When it's my last day, then it's my last day But until that day, you can't take away How they scream my name, how I pimp this game Critically acclaimed, until my last day |
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