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. 

[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 shit
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 dick 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 fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck 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 motherfucker 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.

[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
S'all 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 fuck with
Brooklyn don't run we run shit
Roll up and just bum rush shit
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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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'

[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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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 shit 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 shit
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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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 shit 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
Shit 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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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?

[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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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 shit 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 shit
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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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 shit 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
Shit 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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit
Nah Biggie wrote her shit
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now
SHUT UP CHICK!!!!
Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Man get off my girl's shit
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?

featuring Puff Daddy

[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch

[Lil' Kim]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die

1 - [Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)

Repeat 1

Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever I graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that ass on fire
That's how you work with barbed wire
Carve my name in your face
Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme
Cocoa butter crème
That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Lil' Kim]
It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P Diddy introduced me to the business side
Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown, don't make me laugh
Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
They say we twins then I'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Puff Daddy]
Can you feel me?
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
It's not a game, we're back
And this time we're not going anywhere
Number one, that's my bitch
Recognize! Ya feel me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(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 shit
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, FUCK 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 shitty 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
Fuck '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
Fuck 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 shit 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 shit 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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[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 motherfuckers 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 fucked 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 shit 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 shit 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] ..

"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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(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 visit a cop)

[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'fuckers 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 shit, 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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(feat. Maino)

Four.. three.. two.. one

[Chorus: Kim + {Maino}]
Gimme that good dick (give it to me) gimme that good dick (uh, uh)
Gimme that good dick (give it to me) that fine-ass good dick (yea, yea)
{Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {gimme that pussy} (yeah, yeah)
{Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass pussy}

[Maino]
Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me
I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks 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 dick
Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret
So all the hoes know my dick 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
Dick 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 pussy 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
Pussy 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
Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em
(Pussy 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 dick, 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

[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, whylin
Shinin, in diamonds, they're 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, you broke, forget it
You're just another doll chasin the Kim
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 a drop
Picture Lil' Kim tan and 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

(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop Dogg]
Aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg
Why don'tcha blaze up some of that
sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY!

(Yeah Snoop, I feel you man)
(That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me)
(Somebody help me, please!)
(somebody, somebody please)

[Lil' Kim]
Tell you why I'm so damn fly
One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH
Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy)
Come and get yo' head right (nigga)
He's an addict of my pillow talk
Hourglass body and my runway walk
I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy
See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai
He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright
Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light
Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo'
Get you higher than a jar of that {??}

[Chorus - Snoop singing w/ help]
Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic)
(shit's the chronic baby)
Like a strawberry bag of weed
(like a strawberry, bag of weed I)
One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW!
Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep
(she'll put yo' ass to sleep)
(ahh, na na)

[Lil' Kim]
My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page
He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze
Pretty girl keep him home for days
Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple
Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky
Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies
Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness
I put the red light district out of business
They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal
I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel
Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake
That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache
Who's that peepin in my window
Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo
This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit
I'm the hottest product out on the market

[Chorus w/ different ad libs]

[Chorus Two - same people]
I'm addicted to the chronic
(said I'm addicted to it, baby)
Baby girl what'cha doin to me
(what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me)
Ain't nothin like the chronic
(ain't nothin like it nah nah nah)
She'll put yo' ass to sleep
(she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3)

[Lil' Kim]
I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice
Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price
Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice
Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim
Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns
Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend
Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard
Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl)
Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah
De ganja, sensi-milla
Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya
I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush
The chronic nigga

[Chorus w/ all new ad libs]

[Chorus Two w/ new ad libs]

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(feat. Sha-Dash, T.I.)

[Chorus]
Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours

[Lil' Kim]
Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back
Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em
Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em
Play all day on the Siruis, radio
Satellite TV, who do it like me?
In designer outfits, while sellin the tag
Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag
Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass
Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass
Number one rule, think B.I.G.
50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

[Chorus]

[Sha-Dash]
Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know
The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold
Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo'
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall
Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it up
Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star
Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car
You been with a chump pah; like Ashton
was the first one to "Punk" y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off
It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for
Family and friends be the only ones missin boy
Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for
Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours?

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit
Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit
Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine
Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline
I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime
Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time
Other niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mine
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine
You niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine
Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down

[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 fuck 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?
Shit 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