Альбом Lil' Kim

*Sound of a car driving on a busy street*
Taxi Driver: Alright, sir, which side of the
street would you like to be on.
Patron: Yeah, that one. That side right there.
Taxi Driver: Yeah, okay.

The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out.
Taxi Driver: Okay, that will be four-ninety please.
Patron: Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change.
Taxi Driver: Oh, fuck you!

The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking.

Box Office Worker: May, I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore.
Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars.

He hands her money and then walks through a door.

Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo.

*Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background*

Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and
ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot
of napkins please.
Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Patron: Yeah, ah...
Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five.

The patron hands another bill over.

Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Patron: Huh!

The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning
and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background.

The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a 
splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.

Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim.
Come on. Yeah. Yeah. 

The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the
masturbating patron continue.

Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah. 

f/ Lil' Ceas and Jay-Z 

You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha

Verse One: Lil' Kim

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carots nigga
That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll
And play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage
Baby carriage
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Verse Two: Jay Z

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuosly
Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship 
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the doe
I got love and Big know it
He must got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Chorus

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Verse Three: Lil' Kim

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
Shit, I never faught
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mine
And I'm married to this
Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

Chorus

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

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 shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 dick 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 pussy (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 -- fuck the dicky dicky
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 shit (talk to me) we makin hits
Platinum and gold shit (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

Baby I missed you.
- I missed you too.
I waited a long time for this.
- So why you ain't come see me, no commisary or nuttin.
I ain't wanna see my bird in no cage.
But I'm ready to take care of you now.
- Now, after three years?
- Three motherfuckin years, nigga you know what {*gun cocks*}

[Verse One]
Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kid
It's the gangstress, what you think this is nigga
Calm yourself, it's just a little robbery
You got strickin with the poverties, starvin me
Call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow
Spectaculous, miraculous
I practice this for a livin like the buddhism
yom yom rain ge ki
Ask Tina, love ain't got shit to do, with me and you
Or the 44 under the pillow with the dildo
I like to play while I'm workin
and that's for certain, keep jerkin, I ain't done with you
Lights, camera, curtains, in a second
The show begins, invite your family and friends
They gots ta see this, oh they wouldn't believe this
You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It don't take nuttin for you to love me baby
It don't take nuttin for you to love me
If you're feelin like I do then I know you want it too
It don't take nuttin for you to spend a little doe

[Verse Two]
i heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
out on me, by your man Big D
Stink Gucara I bought his life for 3 G's
then some watches, then wet him like galoshes
No need to be mad they already gone
Him and your hitman had somethin goin on
We caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car
You know the place where the willies are
Always frontin in they ???, sippin Dom P's and Cristies
I reminesce how it used to be
On the run from police we bust shotties out of mazerattis
Bloody bodies in the tel-ly lobbies
When in need I lie for you, cry for you
You know this down ass bitch woulda died for you

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
And I remember, how you said you loved me
with a passion, high fashion, who you askin
to keep the tum numb, from index to thumb
Push the V's with the coke from the DT's
Dope take the titties from city to city
I ain't seen a G off none of them ki's
At ease, when the cops came you gave them my name
Said if Ii didn't snitch you'd make a shorty rich
Bitch I copped the one to three just to see
If all the yayo and boy carryin on the Peter Pan
and Maryland was worth the bitch marryin
this nigga I so worked so hard for
Choose my life to be hardcore
lost in the field no more
Gats I couldn't feel no more
And now I'm the shit
Go by the name of Lil' Kim, The Queen Bitch
And M.A.F.I.A.'s the click, instead of playin Don Dinero
I shoulda been scheming on your cream in the meadow
Don't pay to be nice but it's nice to pay
And if you die before you wake may your soul God take

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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

f/ Notorious B.I.G.

[BIG] Never a flaw
[Kim] A different kind of high
[Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh

Ladies and gents
Your dopest host presents extravagence
in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains
Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
Throw it to ya jaw, uhh
Never a flaw
Never before, have you seen such magnificense
in the black princess, yesss
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy
Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me
Call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggaz lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta
hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand
with the in-sane clan, man listen
My position is lieutenant
Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off

Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
(repeat)

Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
Yeah, enough glorifyin
Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
bout the clothes they be buyin
Some stores won't even let you whores in
Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass, all crews
Bitches still drinkin booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
like the bag, the Prada mama
Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana

Chorus

Inhale this, clench your fist
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
Can ya, picture this
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours
Boring huh, I'm warnin ya
Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
when I fuck with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!

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If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch 
Murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?
Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta
nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch

Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin
Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin
In the tunnel in Eso's
Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
you think you greater, uh
(You niggaz got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch)
Check my pitch, or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales
Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team
Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin my rolex rich 

Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas then rock the shots of liquor they
make me cum quicker rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly you think
you ballin but your body's callin free fallin all in fuck the bumpin and
grindin have you jumpin and whinin while I'm climbin i be doin groups
like Troup body rockin H-Town or Horace Brown watch out now Baby face
can pay da rent and cook me five meals what the deal on that Prince cat
he be lookin kind of fruity but he can still eat the booty Brian
McKnights tight Joe is lookin kinda slow and oh what about D'Angelo I
want some of that brown sugar and what watch this rap bitch bust all
over ya nuts like

Chorus: Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick (dreams of
fucking and R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B dick

I fuck mike sta flyway fuck dem LaDae cats and one on dem resemble Craig
Mack I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vision pussy eatin position
to go to shower pissin I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto now
Im skin deep in da Lexus Jeep peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit
Mista they'd be lickin blackberry molasses out my asses Jason who da
fuck time ya wastin I got no patience for little dick tastin I'd rather
go Solo so I can get some Heaven and be the fuck out After Seven All for
One and One for All I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of yall and
if ya Immature than Im out the door I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.

Repeat Chorus

I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore Montell Jordan ain't scorin
Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble make him an example with this
pussy sample her we go you didn't know Joe was my hoe Tony Rich my bitch
I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide and when Im done give me a
high five.

Repeat Chorus

You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case We got to drink a
pace for me to participate don't playa hate you didn't school with me Im
icin Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory

Repeat chorus til fades

[Lil' Kim]
Yeah....uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll
Where loyalty is everything {*thunder sounds*}
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
Let me tell you

In the MAFIA's land where there's one boss and one clan
Yes mans they surround us like steaks in pans
All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty's priority in this fam
Where life's initiated ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant
Like me the Don Juan Miss Yvonne
the sweat-a the money gett-a 
Copin mad cheddar
Stevie's all Wondering how I got in this position
One day Frank was fishin' for competition expidition
Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
Push the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano
I lay gently in the Bently through binoculars he seemed popular
Givincci socks Cartier coolats
H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick like lukemians, receding hairlines
Watch how genuine his gold mine decline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit 
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry 
Minutes before I dropped her the blow! blow! blow!
Like a parol-e the bitch violated
So how you like it coffins or creameted

chorus:

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
(repeat)

[Lil' Kim]
Street murders, thug parasites
We official no fake gators
Coppin' fire arms with dug missles
We leavin scar tissue
That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
Mob nigga what! threw the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
Damn how could a deal for a couple mill
Result to such violence 
And throw our whole shit off balance
Yet still, they pat me down from all angles
Trapped inside this devil's triangle 
Like Bo I had the Jangles
And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked
The other must be mixed with black
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks
Before this chops 
I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box, etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop
I got away with everything, the cash and the stash

chorus:

[Lil' Kim]
So now I'm titled mission acomplished
My man was astonished
He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
Stinkin! I know what this nigga thinkin'
Damn she's too little, too pretty, too quiet
The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life
Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
We increase the price, uuhh
So guess who the bitch is, but for now I be the mistress

chorus

f/ Lil' Cease
from Sunset Park soundtrack

[Ceas]
Yea-uh, fuck that, yo, I want some pussy tonight
I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit
Only because she got some money for me and shit
I think about fuckin her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, but check it
How you spell cash? C's and some hash
At last, a nigga kickin game full blast
How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles
Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel
And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle and his pants too little 
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit
The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit
Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free
So all you got to do for me is just
Make your way to my king sized bed 
And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread
Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead
Just gimme some head, gimme some head

Chorus:
Ceas: If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it
Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it
Ceas: If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it
Kim: If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it

[Lil' Kim]
Some bitches do and some bitches don't
Ride a dick til he bust-shit I know I won't
Niggas cum too fast for me
A waste of a good dick if you ask me
I like a nigga like to put his back in it
If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it
All I get, few strokes that's it
This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit
Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy
This nigga here bust off snorin
He straight, I knew this date would be borin
I wanna wake him up to do his duty
Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty
You wanna steal the pussy like a thief
Now kiss the lips without the teeth
So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru
Goodnight to you too boo

Chorus

[Cease]
Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington
But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw
You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo)
Well if he cum up on your chest slow
If not then your not down with me
Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G.
Capone, Nino, or Bugsy
Don't ask Kim for a date, she want her pussy ate

Chorus

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 fucked me from behind
It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his dick
Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and shit
Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep
Tell him "I'll be back," go fuck 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 fucked, 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 dick, 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 motherfucker never ate my pussy

Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy 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 fuckers at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on
I dug him, so I fucked 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 dick, 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 fuck my pretty ass?
I'll pass, nigga the dick 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 shit till they stuck they tongue in this
I aint with that frontin' shit
I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas
Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures
Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front
For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me?

Chorus

*Sound of people talking in background*

Hater #1: Hey yo
Hater #2: Whatup, baby?
Hater #1: That little stink ass bitch, Kim, them little snake
niggaz, man, I don't like that bitch
I can't stand that bitch
Hater #2: Yeah, I see that bitch
Hater #1: That's my word yo, that's my word, son
But yo, on the real though, the bitch do be havin
some cheddah and the bitch be rockin some ice
Know what I'm sayin?
Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it
Hater #1: I be seein her floatin with little niggaz here now
and then, know what I'm sayin?
Hater #2: What, them little bitch ass M.A.F.I.A. niggaz?
Hater #1: Yeah, them little faggot ass niggaz
Hater #2: Them niggaz pussy, kid
Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggaz rollin down
Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of em on the strength
You know what I'm sayin, you know how we roll baby
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: But, am, yo what's up, you wanna get this paper or what?
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: Cause they, I'm sayin, I know they sweet
You know what I'm sayin? You know how they get down
Know what I'm sayin?
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: I'ma hold them niggaz down, one a them niggaz move a
inch, I'm lacin em straight up and down, I'm puttin one in
they cabbage
Hater #2: No doubt let's make it happen, kid
Hater #1: Aight

f/ Larceny, Notorious B.I.G., Trife

[Trife]
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil' Cease-ah
But don't sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin, rap barbarian
Ninety-six Blake Carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please MC's of all types
Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
Style never switches
Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out 
for shootin up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled
Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques
Niggaz don't want shit, Trife impresses
Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the best is? MAFIA
But faggot niggaz wanna spoil it
Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me
Cause I stopped killin niggaz for free

[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, uhh
The Anne Klein sportin coke, snortin niggaz lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley; watch the show 
as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's
Ain't scared to bust my pist-al, sippin hard on Cristal
Dream accounts, large amounts
Cause Frank don't play with lai money, get high money
Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's
I'm not your average lady; put that on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin
Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
Uh, who us?
We just swervin, in the dark blue Suburban
Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser 
Police'll never chase us we too fly for that
Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
I be, flirtin for certain, wearin short skirts and
but ain't no dicks insertin see, that's the difference 
between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches
I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhhh... motherfuckers think they tough guys
Motherfuckers better hold hands steppin up
Faggot ass motherfuckers
They really ain't no true players

[Larceny]
Death comes to those that oppose the clique 
Dick-riders get off the dick
cause, Larceny got guns for y'all
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all
Catchin cases, niggaz pull they macs out
Niggaz getting mad cause I dug they backs out
Then I blacks out, start shootin kids
Cribs is vicious, makin my escape jumpin bridges
Malicious - sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three don't take love from no bitches
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease
How you wanna spit a grease? {*echoes*}