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
in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? Tighter than a Federal jail How high? You better check double XL Yo, niggaz say you ain't shit I don't care Yo bitches say you broke as fuck
wassup [KIM:] hhmmm mmmm, you tell me [SHORT:] Shit, i'm comin out that way tonight, i'm tryin ta get with you [KIM:] Oh, really? [SHORT:] Wassup, yeah [KIM:] You
is based on who the baddest we had Lil Kim's but they juss wasn't out the closet an now we got 'em fuckin wit each other on some Mobb shit Mobb shit
, side to side, let me get some, side to side, let me get some, side to side, let me fuck, side to side, let me fuck, let me fuck. Verse 1 *(
172 and St. Nich. food stamps And WIC 'til my folks worked themselves rich (This track's making me sick) If you want to compare me Like white Lil' Kim
Yeah... fuck you [Kim] Fuck you too! [Big] Fuck you bitch [Kim] Fuck you motherfucker [Big] You ain't shit anyway, fuck you [Kim] You ain't shit, you
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
what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You but the
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
look at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You
night You should be like Missy 'stead of bein' like Mike I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite I gotta
a lil kim to a lil qulity time a lil bumpin an grind a lil wine and dime a lil movie, a lil money, some time a lil dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil
nice fuck it im my own fan, remix the joint you had but they can never ever duplicate your swag, meanwhile ima keep pursuing my lil plans and you might
some rounds Miss Lucy, eatin sushi playin wit her coochie On some Lil Kim shit tattooed right up on her booty That said "Beat you five beans you can
's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you
out Nigga what Chorus 2X Verse Three: Lil' Kim Big these niggaz over here talkin shit Yo fuck that I am gonna check these niggaz What you said
lil' kim] What you niggas want Wanna talk slick Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you