Lil' Kim Album

featuring Cee-Lo & Redman

[Bailiff]
Will the court please rise?
Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing

[Prosecutor]
Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society
She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty
For the vicious acts
She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law

[Lil' Kim]
Pardon me your honor
May I address the bench?
They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt
* Coughs
Excuse my persona
I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer
Ever since I killed 'em
I ain't been in trouble since
It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms
And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms
See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm
I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom
(Stop!)
I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped
They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top
(Oh she's lying!)
Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor
Fingerprints all on the door
Need I say more?
Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow
Ploom! Queen off her toes
They fell down like dominoes
I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix
What was I do?
Sit back and just take this?
Yo I tell you now
If I lose this debate
Like in Dead Presidents
I'm going out like Lorenz Tate
See I ain't gon be stupid
I'm gon take all y'all to the shift
I should be able to say what I want
What the fuck I plead the fifth
(Now Kim, Kim)
Fuck that Cee-lo
I got to save the world
The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl

[Cee-lo]
Uh with all due respect your honor
Excuse my client's temperament
Who has had social intelligence?
With so much innocence we have to implement
She was slightly out of place
But if you grant us a grain of your grace
I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case
Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes
The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose
Your children, your lovely wife
I mean look at her
The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter

[Kim]
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things that I've seen
That I've seen
And Lord I cry, I cry
From the things I've seen, ooh
If you only knew the things I've been through
Oh yeah
You'd know why
You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry

[Redman]
Order! Order! Order!
Order! Order! Order!
Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts
And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort
The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops
Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot
They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders
Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder
(He was in on it too!)
Yeah
(I should've known)
Yeah
(Objection your honor)
Yo objection overruled
I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury
To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty
Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate
Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State
Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you
And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move
So they took precautions
Grenades from all force and
Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn
But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck
Shot back other bitches would've folded up
Now that's my kind of bitch
I know I'm the judge
But I love that bitch
And I'm coming with her
Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down
Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial
Look it's a setup
Yo Kim come on
(I'm right behind you baby)
Yo Kim come on
(I'm right here with you man)

[Kim]
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things that I've seen
That I've seen

{*first 30 seconds: woman moans as beat slows down*}

[Lil' Kim]
I gets right to the point -- no time to play around
When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down
Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me
I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy
You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you
Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled
They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world
Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch

Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X

Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga pass that!
We rollin in tinted Nav's
TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

[Lil' Kim]
To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass
(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave.
Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks
and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops
The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic
My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic
I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets
that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress
"Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime
Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is -- custom made
Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid
(The papers..)

{*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*}

Chorus 2X

{*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*}

[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
Crooklyn 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
FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo
Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I blew
Crooklyn 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

featuring Mr. Bristal


Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

To all my motherfuckin' 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 shit
Niggas love a hard bitch
One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema
Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar
Kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never coming home
Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits
*laughs
What? I'm loving this shit
Queen Bitch!
What bitch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached
Yeah nigga, picture that!
I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth

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

Repeat 1

[Lil' Kim]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y.
The BX, the chron-chron
And the list goes on and on
(On and on and on)
Like Erykah Badu
Once he drink the 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 fuck ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
Niggas know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face

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 fuckin' third eye
Something about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth
'Fool, Give me my money!'
He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick
All they can do for me is suck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none

Repeat 1 fade out

f/ Mario 'Yellowman' Winans

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
B.I.G., rock-rock on

Uh huh, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
Queen Bee, rock-rock on

[Lil' Kim]
Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof
Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that
She rap but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks
Your career is on the rocks again
Yeah, I'm back on top, what?
You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com
Read the 27th Psalm, sing along
The Lord is the light of my salvation
Thou shall fear when He calls
So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood
Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!)
Still that's not all, bitches have the gaul
To be writin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches seekin' publishing checks

[Mario] (Lil' Kim)
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

[Lil' Kim]
Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer
Haters - if that don't please ya, I don't need ya
Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo
Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas
Yeah, I see ya'll!
Colorful minks and things
Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings
Once, got to switch my pitch up
Pin-stripped suits with gauders with vests
Black pearls around the neck
Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious
How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious
Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble
You can never be me, you can only resemble
Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out
One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches on them publishing checks

[Mario] (Lil' Kim)
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

[Mario]
Stop wastin' all of your time
Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin'
Don't know that she's the Queen
Why can't you see?
Ya'll should just believe
Everyone's trying to tell you

[Lil' Kim]
If I talk freaky - then that's my business
If I dress freaky - then that's my business
Got folks praticin' how to spit like this
Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this
HUH?! I know you pissed, but take some advice from me
In five years, you'll be as nice as me
But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready
I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy

[Mario] (Lil' Kim)
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?

Feat/Puffy & Grace Jones

Nine-millimeter, check
Long-nose, double barrel rifle, check
Semi-automatic infared, laser beam shot, check
All right, we ready to go

[Lil' Kim]
It was sixes around the shoulders
Posters in the holsters (Kim, let's go!)
Slow down babe 'Ro, you wit' the rap Rambo
Tony Motana, here's a hammer, a camera
And a Life After Death bandana
Here take it, incase I don't make it
Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gonna fake it
The way I see it, mmm sexual
In a gun fight two on three, you on me
Dog, I've got shit to make the world shake
One mistake, blah, start an earthquake
Fuck them niggas, them niggas dust to me
And if I knock Syrus off, that's a plus for me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch
Got niggas runnin' from me, like the Olympics
And I told my man Gutta how I'm gon' get 'em
And every shell I spit is guaranteed to hit 'em (blah!)

Chorus (Grace Jones)

Don't you know
You've probably got a revolution
Don't you know
You've bought yourself a revolution

[Lil' Kim]
I heard Puff callin' like the holy tabernacle
I'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple

[Puff]
A Snapple? Bitch I've got bombs and shit
Grenades and razor blades, and alarms and shit
You better come on, girl throw a hat on that weave
I'm tryin' to catch this nigga Syrus before him and his niggas leave
They're at this restaurant where they serve African food
Where you're allowed to smoke weed
And the waiters is tight with the crew
See I used to dig this bitch from Boswana
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
And yo check, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the restaraunt where we met
And the girl from Lisett, that bitch is a freak
I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep
And she the one that told me where these cats is at
Can't wait to get the gat and hunt back, come on!

Chorus

Don't you know
You've probably got a revolution
Don't you know
You've bought yourself a revolution

[Lil' Kim] (Puff)
Uh, uh, uh
We came to a red light
Gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white lesbians
The nigga Puff ready to hollar at these bitches
I'm like, "Yo dog, them bitches down with them niggas"
And never would a drug make a bitch slack up
I've got Hitmen spreaded through the restaurant for back up
And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkie's
Them niggas is just bitches like my Yorkie
Pigs like the Porky
We on point like snipers
Syrus and his doomies is Clueless like the movies
All I could think about is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, masacre style
Yeah, Syrus did it
Syrus the virus they call him
When I finish with 'em, please, his name is Swiss cheese
My main focus is his right-hand man Mousey
Sheisty and two-sided, confession, dick ridin'
And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole situation is really makin' me sick
And when Sysrus got up and dipped off to the bathroom
We started suckin' niggas up like the vaccum
Bullets flyin' non-stoppin', bodies droppin'
Puff yell (Bloody!), that's the cops then
My trigger finger startin' itchin'
That's when Syrus came spittin' from the kitchen
The next second, he missed me
Listen, it's soundin' like the 4th of July
Like a solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes in his body the size of cup-holders
One more shot, he's over, shit Puff I'm empty
(Kim, I've only got one shot left)
But I'ma hold my breath 'til he falls to his death
But he was helpess, his little kid beat off in his pelvis

Chorus

Don't you know
You've probably got a revolution
Don't you know
You've bought yourself a revolution

Don't you know
You've probably got a revolution
Don't you know
You've bought yourself a revolution

[Grace Jones]
Bet ya'll just don't know
Why ya'll in the hole

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 fucked 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 fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy 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 dick and a hurricane tongue

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

[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beating their dicks 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 inside 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 dick 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 the¡­?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(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 fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit 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 the¡­?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Baby tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­?
(Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the¡­

featuring The Notorious B.I.G.

[Lil' Kim] (Notorious B.I.G.)
What?
Here's another one
What?
(Uh-huh uh)
What? Uh!
Here's another one
(Uh-huh)
Uh! Uh!

Live from NYC it's Q.B.
The heavy weight champ female emcee
Girls say they different but uh see
In all actuality they wanna be me
This chick running around with this stink ass gap
And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
You ain't a star
And your record company know that
How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?
I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned
I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm
If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you
I'm getting money now
Them bitches in the hood they can have you
Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit
For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen
Better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit
I'mma make you sniff

[Notorious B.I.G.]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh

[Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme
You ain't a murderer
Nigga please come off that
I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped
Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga
You dumb ass nigga
Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path
Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float
We gangsters
Real gangsters b
Gun in the greenroom up at BET
We gangsters
Real gangsters nigga
Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
We gangsters
We gangsters bitch
Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich

[Notorious B.I.G.]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh

[Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh, uh
The moral of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch
And you ain't BIG dick
Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss
Well shit I'mma break it down like this
Lot of rappers in this game
That's cool but uh
Only one of us could rule
You see its sort of like being in school
I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience
And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes
You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes
You know bitch I'm worldwide
Can't you see?
Open your eyes
I got you by a landslide
Y'all mad cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real g's do the gangsta boogie

[Notorious B.I.G.] (Kim)
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
(Uh, uh, uh)

[Puff Daddy]
Uh, yeah
Queen Bee, 2000
Come on

1 - No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are the number one
(If it drives you crazy)

Everywhere I go red carpet
Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it
Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura
Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX
Ain't shit you can tell us
Even got some of these niggas jealous
But tonight it's not about the fellas
With garden perfume from a mile ya smell us
Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real
If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mil, uh
Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist
So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice
We fly like kites never gettin' into fights
I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes

Repeat 1

[Lil' Kim]
I'm just trying to be me
Doing what I got to do
So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew

[Lil' Caesar]
Yo I'm saying Q.B.
Look at them and look at you

[Lil' Kim]
TRUE!
If I was you I'd hate me too
Louie Vatan shoes and a whole lot of booze
Every other week a different a dude and other crews
I make offers nobody can refuse
You might even see me on the channel nine news
I get paid just for laying in the shade
To take pictures with a glass of lemonade
My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade
(Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade)
Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid
Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg
Y'all niggas played like a high top fade
Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played
Y'all rock Versacee and y'all went out and bought it
I rock Versacee and y'all know I ain't paid for it
My fam deep with security in the jeep
When the Queen come in town everything shut down

Repeat 1

[Puffy]
Breakdown, uh
Let's dance come on
Let's dance come on
I see you let's go
Yeah Queen Bee do it like this

[Lil' Kim]
I'm the Hines, your highest type numero uno
Not a Puertorican but I speak so what'chu know
*This is how it should be done
The hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip
Hip a hop and ya don't stop
We rockin' to the bang-bang boogie
To up jump the boogie
To the boogie to the boogety beat
Now what you hear is not a fake
It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee
(That's right)
Now I know y'all heard other females rap
But they ain't got nothing on me
Cause y'all take to my rap
Cause my rap's the best
A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothing less
(Nothing less)
So to y'all haters I paid y'all no mind
In fact I'mma give it to y'all one more time

[Puffy]
Uh yeah, what?
Come on, bounce, what?

Repeat 1 fade out

(dials phone - phone rings)

[Kim] Hello?
[Girl] Hello
Is this Lil' Kim?
[Kim] Who's this?
[Girl] Don't worry 'bout all that
I found your number in my man's pocket
[Kim] Well shit bitch!
Give it to him then!
No wonder the mothafucka hasn't call me yet!
Look at your fuckin' groupie ass
Stealin' numbers and shit
[Girl] Wha? Fuckin' bitch!
I'mma see your ass at the mothafuckin' concert

[Kim]
Does she do it like me?
Does she work that body?
Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie
Do she handle it like she got a deep throat?
I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke
Does she like to have sex high off the X?
Try it with me and tell me who's the best
Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat?
Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep?

1 - Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you

Is she drop-dead fine?
Does she like it from behind?
Is she fly?
Do she got a style like mine?
Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it?
Tell you how you feel when you inside it
You love me, and I know she know
Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go"
Girls know not to leave they man around me
I get my hands on 'em
He puttin' rent and a Benz on me

Repeat 1

I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher
Did she tell you that?
The bitch is a liar
People spend doe to see me spit fire
And niggas give they life to be with me for one night
I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty
Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see
I bet you she don't even know how to kiss
And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you
And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you
No, baby

Repeat 1 to fade

featuring Puff Daddy & Notorious B.I.G.

[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch!
Come on, yeah
Uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard
Yo that's my word
You play the herd
And repeat every word
It get on your nerves
To see how we swerve
Watches that shine
Dimes with his and her furs
Straight from the curb
To the suburb
In the black suburb
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned
How this world turn
Thought it was over, huh
Now we returned!
To whom it may concern
When you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern
Nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence
Nigga ya heard?

[Lil' Kim]
Y'all know who y'all are
Wanna battle?
Better call an end to all that shit
You legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show
Got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes
It's the original
And everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down
Don't you know I'm unstoppable
Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick and
And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing
The shower pissing
All up in your mouth
What? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do
(That's right)
We got a right to
(Come on)
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true
We the baddest crew
I'm far from broke
So why should I be mad at you?

[Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy)
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(Beotch!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(Beotch!)

[Lil' Kim] (Puffy)
You must be out your mind
Or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
(Oh yeah and by the way)
(You got one more day)
(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)
Yeah bring it on bitch
You ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long
Wrong bitch
Got nothing but love
(But when push comes to shove)
We turn to thugs
(And we put on them gloves)
Commence to licking slugs
You ain't giving up
More bags zipping up
Fake thug, nigga what?

[Notorious BIG] (Puff Daddy)
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all niggas sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
(All hail the king and queen)
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
(2000 baby, Bad Boy)
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
(BEOTCH!)

[Lil' Kim]
See.. some niggaz don't know how to act..
so I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit
and start burnin down niggaz cribs

When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit
even though I was a bitch playin hard to get
Cause see I never felt this way in my life
It didn't take long before you made me your wife
Shoppin sprees and puttin money in my pockets
Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets
And my girls, knew you wasn't no good
They told me bout them broads you was fuckin in the hood
You said I was a diamond, and you was like a pearl
So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl?
Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings
and "Heartbreaker" is the song I sing (c'mon, c'mon)

Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker"

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(Do you know, who I am?)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess around)

[Lil' Kim]
Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan
Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin on
Then one day you hid my birth control pills
Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels
When you got rich I helped you run your company
for eleven years, and now you wanna dump me?
And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you
and then some bitch you was fuckin said she was havin one too?
You wrong! Nigga dead wrong, you know the song
"Don't know what you've got til it's gone"
After the fight, the other night, and we both went to jail
I burnt all your clothes up, I was "Waiting to Exhale"
(That's right)

Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker"

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(I'm the Queen Bitch)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, now hold that)

[Lil' Kim]
Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days
Flirtin, not givin a fuck, what?
Got you lookin in the mirror sayin, "Damn!"
Sick thinkin bout the next man fuckin this tight pussy
Niggaz want me, even though they got a honey
If I'ma be number two, they givin me some hush money
Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you
cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nuttin you can do
I'm that Bitch, don't you ever forget
Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit
Now he cryin, he beggin, "Kim let me come back"
Like Mark Morrison, "Return of the Mack" baby!

Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker"

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Y'all niggaz don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Cause I'm not the one)

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a

f/ Junior M.A.F.I.A.

[Intro]
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo
Can't fuck wit you
Fo real
They can't fuck wit you
They can't fuck wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man
What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man
C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas
Where you at nigga
C'mon nigga
Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon

[Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ]
Yo Check em out Yo yo yo
When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme
Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine
I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes
Half is mine
So you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box
Wit my man on the ox
We gon do it like we did it on the block
Let's roll
Like wit 60's 30's
40 niggas wit me
Rep ya hood
Rep ya block
Rep ya city
This is me talkin, without the Remy in me
I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie
Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
Yea niggas

Chorus: All (Lil' Kim)
Do what you like, do what you like

[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
Ayo yo ayo
This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit em in the brain, niggas slain
Layin dormant
Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it
New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it
Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it
Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it
Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it
Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin
No stage shows, so forget about tourin
Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin
My guns bust
Niggas get wet when it's pourin
Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin
Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin
Run up in ya crib without a search warrant

Chorus

[Verse 3 Bristal ]
Once again it's on
The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
Bitches feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for
Send that ass slow like I ride a six four
I'm what ya kids admire
Don't wanna see retire
Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away

[Verse 4 Lil Kim]
Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off
Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft
You have any idea how many words I shook off
I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it
You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys
M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club
My whole crews in the club
And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends
Dancin all wild
Bumpin you again and again
Yea I know That some real punk shit
Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit
Bitches like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
Lady what we fear nigga you like
Give em a pussy invite
It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight

Chorus

Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea muthafuckas
All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
It's our muthafuckin world
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea
Big shout from the house
Yea Queen Bee
M.A.F.I.A. style
B.I.G. Forever baby
Brooklyn
We gonna let ya'll know
Do what you want
Do what ya like nigga
It's 2000
YaknowwhatI'msayin
All hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a u-turn

featuring Lil' Ceaser & Puff Daddy

[Lil' Ceaser]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Puffy] (Kim)
Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby
(Uh, uh, uh)
Let's go!

[Lil' Kim]
Ah! Ready or not here I come
I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai
Win more skins than a crack without dunja
Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
(Mmm-da-da)
Eat it like a Kit Kat
Forge a climax, replay back
Lil' Kim records hit the streets
DJ's wanna spend that back like
Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team
While most of y'all broads is just drag queens
It's gonna take years before you match our cream
And only in your dreams can you see what we see

[Lil' Ceaser]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil' Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

It's the years 2G, things about to change
Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane
Your girl is lame, huh what?
Want a bitch like me what, huh?
If it's diamonds you want
Baby I got 'em
Money in a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you say?
Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?
Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay
Put your money and your jewels up one at time
And if you lose this game all this shit is mine
What you got?
Full house, triple ace and two kings
Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me
I win give it up!

[Lil' Ceaser]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil' Kim] (Puffy)
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

When it comes to status call me Dr. Ruth
I ain't a prostitute I just speak the truth
Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference
A bitch like me gives it on the first date
Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait!
Cause uh y'all know how I get down
(How you get down?)
Niggas from the East know how I get down
(That's right!)
Cats from the West know how I get down
(West Side!)
From the North to South say can you get down!

[Lil' Ceaser]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!

[Lil' Kim]
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

[Puff Daddy]
Queen Bee, 2000
Get your backs up off the wall
Dance come on
Dance come on yeah
Dance come on
Notorious K.I.M.
J.M. come on
B.I.G. come on forever come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) I see you come on yeah
Come on

*laughs
("Queen Be" shouts in the background)

I need you, got to have you
Yeah whatever

I was sitting at the bar
When this real horny guy came over
(Hi how are you doing? How are you?)
He said won't you let me take you
On a ride in my Range Rover
I said you can't be serious
My Bentley's right outside
Plus your breath smells like shit anyway

1 - Oh I need you, oh
Gotta have you, oh
Just wanna touch you, oh
I need your love, yeah
Right now

Everybody's on the dance floor
And this fool is still behind me
I am dipping through the crowd now
Hoping that he doesn't find me
He said baby where you going?
(Lil' Kim I love you)
Then he grabbed me by the hand
And dipped my body to the ground
And said¡­

Repeat 1

Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut

See the party don't stop till the casket drop
Like a six double O with the plastic drop
Damn is that all you got
Hmm baby give it one more shot
Got a body like what-what
Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt
Like it when you sing that song, oh
I know you wanna see my thong

Repeat 1

Right now, right now
I need your love baby

Feat/Shanice

[Lil' Kim] (Lil' Shanice)
My Aunt Dot left a glot, there's some blood on the sheets
Told me to clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her neice, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the Salender, what?
She don't know I like my guns pretty
Like my boy Pastor Troy with the twin Glizzy's
I haerd a knock at the door
To my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you? (What up, I'm Shaince, don't remember me?)
She called me by my government name Kimberly
Who sent you?

[Lil' Shanice]
My mom sent me
Her name is Dotty
She packed a note in my knapsack, along with a shotty

[Lil' Kim] (Lil' Shanice)
Heh, she was cute and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
Bararri hiking boots with the mink Bubble Goose
And I could see she was admiring my mink ski-suit
Then she handed me the note (Here, read this)
I just stared her up and down cause I couldn't believe it
Then I opened it
It said bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends put a bomb in ya Benz
I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's ya cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her
Besides, she looks up to you
You're her idol, and tomorrow is her first violin recital
And she would be more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number is on back of the paper, hit me later
Damn, what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along? And make hit songs
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, ya'll hoes would get gone
Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? Come on, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long
I've got plans for future to bring back ya head like Medusa

Chorus

Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)

Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)

[Lil'Kim] (Lil' Shanice)
Uh, we in the Range and it's fucked up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
Dress like me, and look like me
And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin' me for money, day in and day out
And last but not least, the grimmiest one Tiesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
Come on Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in Alpine
(I wanna go with you)
Uh, be quiet and we'll get along fine

[Lil' Shanice]
Come on please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies
Crazy brogette's in my barrets
And H-class rocks inside my baby G-shots
Fuck Bonnie and Lancock, I don't love them hoes
But anything goes when it comes to bank rolls
Diamonds on my toes, X and O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Stick little Lincoln and Dutch, them take 'em to Toys 'R Us
Make them spend they G's, then kick 'em out, make 'em catch the bus
The S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What what, I like the gleam
Know what I mean?
Ever see the Professional? Well I can clean

[Lil' Kim] (Aunt Dot)
You know what? I like you, little big person
Rule number one, no cursin', but anyway
What you know about that? You too young for that
When I was your age, I would've got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
So she can fill me in a little more about the plot
Hold on, 9-1-7 5-3-8-2-1-2-2
(Hello?) Yo, what's the deal?
Body's gettin' spunnin' out, I mean whats this all about?

[Aunt Dot]
See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
They don't want you to win no more
But probably don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why they ain't your friends no more
The other day when I was comin' out the grocery store
I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door (For real?)
Yep, and I choked the bitch out
Placed one to the heart
Tied up her hands and feet, threw into my back seat
Then I dumped her on a dead end street
The other two, yeah, they still linger
But don't lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just play and come home
When we hang up, get rid of your phone

[Lil' Kim]
Woo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed
No wearin' white, no sex
And when she get vexed, guess what happen next?
Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be continued...

Chorus

Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)

Girls be actin' stink and mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain, then pop a Humphry
I know it hurts
(I'm feelin' ya'll)

featuring Mary J. Blige

[Kim - Verse One]
Oh how it hurts, like childbirth
The wounds heal slow, you just don't know
At times, I don't know what to say
And all I do is pray, day to day
But still, I feel my strength might die
Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it
Damn, I just don't believe it
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries
A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death
Don't you worry B.I., I'mma ride to my last breath
You killas, caused a lotta devastation
You have no idea what you did to this nation
I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration
But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just

[Mary J. Blige - Chorus]
Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better

[Kim - Verse Two]
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
I been with my nigga before he came in the game
No one's, no V's, we used to take the train
Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties
I guess back then we was real nobodies
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him
Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up
But still got love for your kids
Even wrote 'em in my will
And I'mma make sure the fam keep a decent meal
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill
Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal
If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried
So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'
Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
Cuz trust me, I know it's sad but you got to...

[Repeat Chorus]

[Kim - Verse Three]
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends
One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens
D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD
My whole B.I. family, remind me of you
We miss you so much, I love you so much
Never thought life without you would be so rough
But I know we gon make it
We ain't happy, but we fakin'
And to New York, thanks for the support
And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land
This is somethin' young kids just won't understand
How they took away this beautiful man
Who shared so many memories
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White

Ha! Ha!
A queen is not a queen
Because she is felt
But a queen is a queen
Because failure has not stopped her
Take it from me
The queen of all queens- WOMAN!
Are taking over for the new millennium
Oww!

What the hell do you want from me?
I'm just trying to be all that I can be
I'm a goddamn legacy
Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy
The first lady runs the world now
The impeached the president from his residence
No one drops bombs till I say so
One-two, one-two-three GO!

1 - I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals

How dare you acuse me and my family of fucking clones!
LEAVE US ALONE!
Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike
You make us wanna scream, know what I mean
Yeah, yeah
I know y'all rather see us dead
No more platinum plaques certified lead
We got to many chips for y'all
Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all
Take a breath, inhale, exhale till there's no more left
In the name of the father, son, and daughter
Here comes the new world order
You can't stop it
Mother Earth this my universe
When worse comes to worse (Uh-huh)
I call the shots (Uh-huh)
Stack all the lots (Uh-huh)
Pack all the glocks
Take the safety off lock FIRE!

Repeat 1

La, la, la¡­

Can I jingle it baby?
Go ahead baby
Can I jingle it baby?
Go ahead baby HMM
Take it out let me sit on it
If you can't make it wet just spit on it
Ah don't stop till it rise to the top
Promise you won't drop till the cherry go *POP*
And if it doesn't fit then use your lips
Oh here it comes, what's my name?
QUEEN BITCH

Repeat 1

La, la, la, la¡­

Repeat 1 till end