All Good
Crush On You
Get Naked
Gimme That
How Many Licks
I Know You See Me
Jump*Off
Kitty Box
Ladies Night
Lady Marmalade
Last Day
Lighters Up
Magic Stick
No Time
Not Tonight
Quiet
Real Niggas
Shut Up Bitch
Shut Up Chick
Slippin
Spell Check
Suck My D**k
Whoa

All Good

[Biggie samples: "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" - repeat for 21 seconds]

[Lil' Kim]
Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherf**kers 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 {?}

[Chorus One: Lil' Kim]
"It's all good" - If you drivin or ridin the bus
"It's all good" - In the struggle and the times is tough
"It's all good" - It don't matter you can ride with us
"It's all good" - It's all good
"It's all good" - If you hustlin and huggin the block
"It's all good" - Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock
"It's all good" - It don't matter how you get that guap
"It's all good" - It's all good

[Lil' Kim]
See I know how it feel to wake up f**ked 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

[Chorus Two: Lil' Kim]
"It's all good" - Niggaz run around stuntin and frontin
"It's all good" - Talkin s**t but ain't sayin nuttin
"It's all good" - It's aight cause they time is comin
"It's all good" - It's all good
"It's all good" - They hatin on me but they copy my style
"It's all good" - Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
"It's all good" - You know you can't keep a good bitch down
"It's all good" - It's all good

[Lil' Kim]
Cowards huff and puff but won't blow s**t 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

[Chorus Two] ..
[Biggie samples] ..
[Chorus One] ..

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Crush On You

f/ Lil' Ceasar and Notorious B.I.G.

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

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Get Naked

Lil Kim:
Queen bitch red lipstick
The all black harlot call me black Barbie
f**k a blow job it's a motherf**kin' hobbie
Under 7 inches uhh sorry
Minute men I can't f**k wit them
I like to ride the cock till you hit the spot
Uhh come on baby make it hot
Got a convertable drop the top
Before we do a thing I want the diamonds and the rings
The furs the minks the jewels the links
You know I'm freaky so ya got to eat me and uh
I know you hate it but uh
GET NAKED!

Lil Kim & Tommy Lee:
You ain't lickin' this
You ain't stickin' this we don't want the d**k
f**k the cunt games you girls can't complain
And I ain't leavin' til you're sleepin on the cum stains

You ain't lickin' this
You ain't stickin' this we don't want the d**k
f**k the cunt games you girls can't complain
And I ain't leavin' til you're sleepin on the cum stains

GET, GET NAKED!

Come on baby make it hot

GET, GET NAKED!

Ride the cock til you hit the spot

GET, GET NAKED!

Come on baby make it hot

GET NAKED!

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Gimme That

(feat. Maino)

Four.. three.. two.. one

[Chorus: Kim + {Maino}]
Gimme that good d**k (give it to me) gimme that good d**k (uh, uh)
Gimme that good d**k (give it to me) that fine-ass good d**k (yea, yea)
{Gimme that p***y} (give it to me) {gimme that p***y} (yeah, yeah)
{Gimme that p***y} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass p***y}

[Maino]
Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me
I'll teach 'em how to hump when they f**ks 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 d**k
Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret
So all the hoes know my d**k 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
d**k 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 p***y 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
p***y 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
d**k like tetanus shots, I inject 'em
(p***y 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 d**k, 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

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How Many Licks

featuring Sisqo of Dru Hill

[Sisqo]
Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aright
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Lil' Kim]
I've been a lot of places
Seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even f**ked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
And he didn't give a f**k (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my p***y from dark till the morning
And called his girl up and told her we was boning
Puertorican papi, he used to be Deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass d**k and a hurricane tongue

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(I've got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their d**ks to the double X-L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green?
Get your Vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs

*Moans

Baby open up cell block eight
Alright nigga that's enough

Stop, look and listen
Get back to your position
Kim got your d**k hard start fights in the yard
I'm hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, bloods, Crips, all the thugs up north in the hole
They all wanna know

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
If you driving in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sitting pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 AM I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to f**k
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer p***y, my s**t come in flavors
High-class taste niggas got to spend paper
Lick me right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like its rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Baby tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of theˇ­?
(Oh, oh, oh)

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I Know You See Me

"What you see, is what you get"

[Lil' Kim]
Ay - I know you see me on the screen now - riiight
I know you see me do my thing now - true
Tryin hard not to stare, actin like I wasn't there to you
Can you see me now? Am I clear to you?
On the red carpet in 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

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
In the town, ballin out of control
V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
Standin room only, all of my shows
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

[Lil' Kim]
And you should see me in the summertime, stretched out in one of my
droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline
I'm livin off of your man, he supportin 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

[Chorus]

[Kim singing]
What you see is, is what you get
Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get
I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check
Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect?

[ad libs for 24 seconds]

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Jump*Off

[Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)(Damn
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club case somethin jumps off
And back up before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther (nigga) movement
Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas s**t ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery to you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....WOO!!!!
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
Bet it all playa f**k the price
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)
Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls
You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky
And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)
On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand and, f**kin three, why not? make it hot
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah
B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...

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Kitty Box

[Lil' Kim]
Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee
Lil' Kim... 7 you ready? Good
Cause 7's my lucky number

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy? In my kitty box
(My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box)

[Lil' Kim]
I'm goin to Miami, stylin, wild'n
Shinin, in diamonds, thugs 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, your broke, forget it
You're just another dog chasin the Kitten
I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat
If you want it then you better come and get it

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in the drop
Picture Lil' Kim tanning topless on a yacht
Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy
Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties
Shirt and no panties... [moaning]
Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin
Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position
Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole
Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold
Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold
Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim's got that potion, my box'll have you open
I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean
You crave it, you want it, you want it jump up on it
So you can play in my box 'til the morning
I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning
You can play in my box until the morning
I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat
If you want it then you better come and get it

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Ladies Night

{dice shakin}
Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee

Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim

It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherf**ker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn s**t 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 f**k
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me

Chorus:

Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

Verse Two: Left Eye

Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that s**t
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my d**k 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 f**k up out the kitchen
Niggaz d**ks, 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 s**t 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
f**k the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!

Chorus

Verse Four: Missy

Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and s**t
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

*ladies night, ladies night...*

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Lady Marmalade

(feat. Mya, Pink, Lil' Kim, Missy Elliot)

[Lil’ kim:]
Where’s all mah soul sistas
Lemme hear ya’ll flow sistas

[Mya:]
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista

[Mya:]
He met Marmalade down IN old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh

[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

[Lil’ Kim:]
What What, What what
[Mya:]
ooh oh

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi

[Lil’ Kim:]
yea yea yea yea

[Pink:]
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak
yeah

[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi

[Lil’ Kim:]
yea yea uh
He come through with the money and the garter bags
I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin‘, why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree? Well that's you and I’m sorry
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes
4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
by the case the meaning of expensive taste
if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Real Lady Marmalade
One more time C’mon now

Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...

[Christina:]
hey Hey Hey!
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more

[Pink:]
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5

[Mya:]
Sleepin' the grey flannel life
[Christina:]
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more

[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (all my sistas yea)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C‘Mon! uh)

[Missy:]
Christina...(oh Leaeaa Oh)
Pink... (Lady lady Marmalade)
Lil’ Kim...(hey Hey! uh uh uh uh...)
Mya...(Oh Oh oooo)
Rot wailer baby...(baby)
Moulin Rouge... (0h)
Misdemeanor here...

Creole Lady Marmalade Yes-ah......

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Last Day

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
When it's my last day, then it's my last day
But until that day, you can't take away
How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day

[Lil' Kim]
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'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

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Besides God, what the f**k 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?
s**t 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

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb
And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be
The big Q.B., the problem in Prada
The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become
I been hated on many times, adored and idolized
Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line
It's all there in black and white, read it and weep
I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street
Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day
My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time
So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind
So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics
I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets
Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome
I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me

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Lighters Up

[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
It's 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 f**k with
Brooklyn don't run we run
Roll up and just bum rush
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 f**k 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 f**k 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 put ya 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 f**k 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'

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Magic Stick

f/ 50 Cent

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick

[50 Cent]
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive s**t I don't share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
I skeet it up, straight beat it up..
.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of s**t cause I can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got the magic clit
I'm on fire, lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit

[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
.. and I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya HIGH!!

[Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Lil' Kim)
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(I got the magic clit)

[Lil' Kim] + (50 Cent)
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
(Magic stick) I got the magic bop
HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT
(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
The minks, the leathers, the CL drop

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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No Time

f/ Puff Daddy

Intro: Puff Daddy

Heh, heheheh

I got, no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk s**t we count bank figures (say what?)

I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk s**t we count bank figures (he-heh)
1- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
2- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.)
From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right)
And while you niggaz talk s**t we count bank figures (let's go)

Verse One: Lil' Kim

Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles
96 models, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell em how we roll) Cruise control
Nuttin make a woman feel betta
than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!

Chorus: Puff Daddy

Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk s**t we count bank figures (he heh)
1- ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.)
I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)
2- ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.)
From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)
And while you niggaz talk s**t we count bank figures

Verse Two: Puffy (Kim moaning in the background), Lil' Kim

How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa

You da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down d**k to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty *gun cocks*
or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
Lil' Kim p***y (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)

Chorus: subst 'Got' for 'Heyyy', minus B.I.G. samples

Verse Three: Lil' Kim

Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
Diggin in your stash
(Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money
no licky licky -- f**k the d**ky d**ky
and the quickie, gimme your loot
Your Mac-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know
While you be kickin that old s**t (talk to me) we makin hits
Platinum and gold s**t (we don't stop)
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
(That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon)

Chorus to end, broken down by four line groups
1st group: w/o B.I.G
2nd group: w/o B.I.G.
3rd group: B.I.G. sample #1 twice
4th group: B.I.G. sample #2 twice + voiceover
Spread love, c'mon
5th group: B.I.G. sample #1 twice
6th group: B.I.G. sample #2 twice
7th group: w/o B.I.G. + voiceover
As we proceed, to give you what you need!
We continue on!
8th group: w/o B.I.G. + voiceover
Uh-uh, uh-uh, c'mon!
Hahah

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Not Tonight

I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy
I didn't mind it, when he f**ked me from behind
It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his d**k
Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and s**t
Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep
Tell him "I'll be back," go f**k with some other cats
Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, hoe hop
Raw top in my mans drop
Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme,"
Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
After ten times we f**ked, I think I bust twice
He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice
Cold suckin' his d**k, rockin' tha mike
It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand
Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man
Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
the motherf**ker never ate my p***y

Chorus: I don't want d**k tonight, eat my p***y right
Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now

I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U
Had a weedspot, used to pump African black
He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap
I used to see him, in the tunnel, with f**kers at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his f**k on
I dug him, so I f**ked him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin'
The sex was wack, a four stroke creep
I jumped on his d**k, rode his ass to sleep
He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him
"I thought your ass was still sleepin."
He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
Could he come over right fast and f**k my pretty ass?
I'll pass, nigga the d**k was trash
If sex was record sales you would be double plat
The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown
Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones
I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin'

Chorus

The moral of the story is this
You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this
And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with
They aint hit s**t till they stuck they tongue in this
I aint with that frontin' s**t
I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas
f**k for car keys, and double digit figures
Good d**k I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front
For limp d**k niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
Suck my p***y till they kill me, you feel me?

Chorus

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Quiet

(feat. The Game)

[22 seconds of instrumental to open]

[Chorus 2X: The Game - singing]
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 pissin' on cotton)

[Lil' Kim]
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

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material
But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible
The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you
'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical
SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul
And if I don't like you then I 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'f**kers 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?

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
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 s**t, 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

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Real Niggas

I am not wit that standin around lookin cool and s**t
I want ya motherf**kers to jump the f**k up
and have some motherf**kin 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 s**t 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 f**k 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 s**t? (hell yea I see that s**t)
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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers freeze
Cock sucker you better bring the things out
Before i blow your motherf**ker frame out
Nigga what

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Lil' Kim

Big these niggaz over here talkin s**t
Yo f**k 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
f**k 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

[B.I.G.]
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

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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 s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my s**t 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 ho s**t 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 s**t
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 s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why don't y'all get off her s**t - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

[Verse 2]
I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with german enginerin', rack-n-pinion stearin'
Homes with french doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before
Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho s**t jumpin'
So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year
s**t 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 s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Damn y'all stay on her s**t - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

[Verse 3]
I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to Payless
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho s**t jumpin'
You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the f**k 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 s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's s**t - 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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Shut Up Chick

[Hook:]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!

[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 s**t 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 s**t
Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch

[Hook:]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!

[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 s**t jumpin'
So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year
s**t I done heard it all throughout my career (what they say?)

[Hook:]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!

[Verse 3:]
I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to Payless
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole s**t jumpin'
You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the f**k up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth

[Hook:]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her s**t
Nah Biggie wrote her s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's s**t
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!

[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?

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Slippin

(feat. Denaun Porter)

[20 seconds of instrumental to open]

[Chorus: Denaun Porter - singing]
Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
Slippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life
Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)

[Lil' Kim]
No more Mrs. Nice Bitch
Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some sheist s**t
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, f**k 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 s**tty sitch-i-ation
A year and a day, three years probation
Public humiliation, poor representation
Guilty by association

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
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
f**k '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
f**k it, just say I took one for the team

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open
And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin
Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit
The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit
I set you up for the right piece of change
And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range
Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin
All cause some s**t 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 s**t fall on me
Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue
But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too

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Spell Check

[20 seconds of instrumental to open]

[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not B-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since nine-six a chick been on TV
Like, MTV and, BET
So T-R-L and, one-oh-six
I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my s**t
Momma push whips like BM Dubs
And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club
The man, five-oh, I don't see him in the club
Cause he out in the CT with a d**k in his butt
Y'all stay OT while I stay O.C.
That's, out the country with the A-R-A-B's
With my girl M to the O to the E
She ride like a soldier, that's my co-D
I'm "Bella" to that death and, don't ask why
Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y
And I'm more nigga than them bitch-ass guys
Cause they took the stand, on the D.A.'s side

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the f**k I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the f**k I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the f**k I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the f**k I gotta spell it out?

[Lil' Kim]
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 motherf**ker 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]

[Lil' Kim]
Make a wish when you see me like a falling star
Give a lot of y'all careers, CPR
First lady at the top of, R-A-P
I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E
B-I-G, M-O, M-M-A
No info, for the, D.E.A.
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tapped the cell, and the phone in my basement
The IRS tryin to take my pay
And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A.
I locks it, I'm toxic like DDT
My flow get'cha high like PCP
I'm number one downloaded on your MP3
I bang on you niggaz like an MPC
I make a nigga nut in his DNG's
Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B.

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Suck My d**k

featuring Mr. Bristal

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

To all my motherf**kin' gettin' money hoes
Used to clothes
And all my ghetto bitches in the projects
Coming through like bulldozers
No, we ain't sober
Bum bitches know better than to start s**t
Niggas love a hard bitch
One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema
Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar
Kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never coming home
Kim got him in a zone beating they d**ks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits
*laughs
What? I'm loving this s**t
Queen Bitch!
What bitch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached
Yeah nigga, picture that!
I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth

1 - [Lil' Kim](Mr. Bristal)
(Ay yo, come on here bitch)
Nigga f**k YOU
(No, f**k YOU BITCH)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a BITCH?)
Cause y'all niggas ain't s**t
And if I was dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my d**k

Repeat 1

[Lil' Kim]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my p***y sucked (Nigga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you f**ked up off the T.O.N.Y.
The BX, the chron-chron
And the list goes on and on
(On and on and on)
Like Erykah Badu
Once he drink the Remi down
Ooh I got this nigga now
He asked me did I love him
I said what came to mind like niggas be doing
Yeah baby, I love you long time
Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya
I might not even f**k ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my p***y
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
Niggas know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Lil' Kim]
I'mma keep it real
For the dough I might kill
I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance
Cum all on his pants
I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio
I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?'
Hope you know you paying extra for this f**kin' third eye
Something about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth
'Fool, Give me my money!'
He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
Niggas ain't s**t but they still can trick
All they can do for me is suck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some p***y but they gets none

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Whoa

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
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

[Lil' Kim]
Fresh out the federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings
It's the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes
Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect
My 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]

[Lil' Kim]
Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man
Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin man
See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand
While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew
f**k Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo
Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped 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]

[Lil' Kim]
Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up