You know what I said? Too bad you caught me cheatin, but... Kim's got a big ole butt (uh-huh) I know I told you I'd be true (I know I told you) But
Chorus: Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You
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
you Still seein' bodies wit' da muthafuckin' chalk around 'em For my niggaz, Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek Lil' Kim,
bucks? You gets no fuck You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt You got big bucks? You like the trick bucks? You lookin' for a quick nut and a dick
you So fuck givin? props where they ain?t due, fuck you And that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you too I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like
, 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
yo yo Verse One: Lil' Cease There's only noe Lil' Ceaser Who can touch ya who tease ya Cruise around the world, tease her with my Visa Now you're askin
shit wrong like im kissin' my cousin i know you wanna hear somethin different ain't you tired of his shit ain't you curious about this shit even if you
[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
And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back You're just a little boy Think you're so cute so coy You must talk so big To make up for smaller things Said you
to the Queen" Ring on her finger mad phat Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and caught a flashback All you rappers wanna snap, Jazzy Jeff got my back Lil' Kim bring it back, Lil' Kim
you didnt know that on them chrome sean johns wit the gut soles black...in fact yall can leave that be bitch IM BALLIN LIKE I GOT SCOUTS CHECKIN FOR
show them haters who you with Gone baby swag it out, Gone baby swag it out. [Lil Kim:] My money up front, I don't do rain checks Money over niggas,
me, and i was just checkin the mail, get it checkin the male [tounge clicks] how many record you expectin' to sell after your 2nd LP sends you directly
'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you
a rapper had dough, you didn't You a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac Now you jealous of Jigga You like a breast implant, fake on the inside You
red, laying and dead 'Cuz nigga if you mention my name I will break every bone and every inch of your frame When I throw you off the roof and have you