MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
lil' kim - 1 hunnit
1 hunnit, 1 hunnit, 1 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit, J's cost me 3 hunnit
Juice cost me 4 hunnit, White Cell belt cost 9 hunnit
Rolly cost me 15, I'mma keep it 1 hunnit
I just got the plane jane, I ain't even get that bitch flooded
I just keep it 1 hunnit, I just keep it 1 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit, girl, just keep it 1 hunnit
Oh, you got your ass done
it's cool, just keep it 1 hunnit
Oh, you work the stripper pole
it's cool, just keep it 1 hunnit, 1 hunnit
Prezzy on my wrist, but that ain't nothing
Plane jane, I ain't even get that bitch flooded
Pull up in the Bentley but that ain't nothing
Been playing with them spurs long as ten dunk it
I keep it 1 hunnit, that's all I do
Like a shot of Absolute, I'm 1 hunnit proof
Pay 4 hunnit for my G's, I keep it true
This makes your mama jealous, that'll make your mom jealous
Bitches love me like I'm sosa, like I'm 3 hunnit
Watch your J's on my feet, cost me 3 hunnit
As a youngling all I wanted was a 6 hunnit
Back when Big said she was tryina push to 7 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit, J's cost me 3 hunnit
Juice cost me 4 hunnit, White Cell belt cost 9 hunnit
Rolly cost me 15, I'mma keep it 1 hunnit
I just got the plane jane, I ain't even get that bitch flooded
I just keep it 1 hunnit, I just keep it 1 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit, girl, just keep it 1 hunnit
Oh, you got your ass done
it's cool, just keep it 1 hunnit
Oh, you work the stripper pole
it's cool, just keep it 1 hunnit, 1 hunnit
Let's just keep it 1 hunnit
They don't do it like a thunder
Prep the double, girl, we bag, that shit cost 55 hunnit
Hot out there, Ferrari swag, that F-150
Benz to make that pussy purr, hello, hello, hello kitty
These bitches front, I keep it 1 hunnit
Behind these Versace shades I might be lit, I might be blunted
Or next to rock, knock that 18 hunnit
Ferragamo shoes cost me 18 hunnit
Wedding dress I've never waned, I'm married to the game
I'm married to this money, I just keep it 1 hunnit
Yeah, you know I keep it benjy, getting f'd up like I'm Fendi
My whole wardrobe is Da Vinci, I just keep it 1 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit, J's cost me 3 hunnit
Juice cost me 4 hunnit, White Cell belt cost 9 hunnit
Rolly cost me 15, I'mma keep it 1 hunnit
I just got the plane jane, I ain't even get that bitch flooded
I just keep it 1 hunnit, I just keep it 1 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit, girl, just keep it 1 hunnit
Oh, you got your ass done
it's cool, just keep it 1 hunnit
Oh, you work the stripper pole
it's cool, just keep it 1 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit
You just keep it 1 hunnit
I just keep it 1 hunnit
You just keep it 1 hunnit
Girls keep it 1 hunnit
Can you keep it 1 hunnit?
Irs keep it 1 hunnit
let's just keep it 1 hunnit
1 hunnit
lil' kim - 10 commandments
[Verse 1: Lil Mo]
Ladies I wrote me a manual
How to keep your man
These rules you must follow
My 10 commandments (oo oo oo)
Let me break it down for you
Rule number 1
Never give him someone to turn to at night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew
Rule number 3
Never call him first let him call you
Rule number 4
Never let him know your every move
Rule number 5
Never tell him about your past
How many other lovers you've had
How many other lovers went bad
Make no exceptions
If you want it to last
[Chorus]
Girl you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more
[Verse 2: Lil Mo]
Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
Rule number 7
Never move in unless he tell you
Rule number 8
Never tell your friends about your bedroom
Rule number 9
Never let them know his shoe size
Rule number 10
Should have been rule number 1
Cos If you give in on the first night
Make sure you ride that thing
Scream his name
And he'll be yours for life
Cos you know your excited
(Cos you know your excited)
And you just can't fight it
And you wanna tell all your friends
But you've got to make sure loves intact
Because you want him to keep coming back
[Chorus
There's never no such thing as giving him to much
Cos if you want to wed with your man
You can never give enough
Cos you get excited
And wanna tell everybody
But you've got to make sure
Loves intact
Then it will help you bring him back
[Verus 3: Lil Kim]
I've been in this thing for years
It made me an animal
Me and my girl
Mo wrote you'll a manual
Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1
Never give a dude money
Girl don't be a dummy
Let the homie stay bummy
Cos once he start
He don't stop
That's it
And all he gonna do is spend it on the next chic
Rule number 2
Before you give him some
It's your way
Shop in a new car
Now that what I call for play
Now don't get me wrong
Respect your man
But if dude gets out of line
Then check your man
Rule number 3
Should have been rule number 1
Never go down
Till he licks you round
Your neck, your back, your puss and ass crack
Rule number 4, 5 and 6
Very important lessons
Keep your man guessing
Never let him see you stressing
And if you love heres 7, 8, 9 and 10
Never ever ever mess with his friend
See if you follow these
You'll have mad red to breaka house on the beach
And mad trips to Jacob
He'll be home at night cooking you a steaka
And he'll keep coming back for more
On the wake up
[Chorus
Understand If you want to keep your man
And you want to hold on to him
Keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
Ha
You got it
Ha
Keep coming back for more
Understand
Keep your man
My command
More and more and more
More and more and more
lil' kim - flawless
Dum-da-de-da
Do, do, do, do, do, do
(Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)
It stay Yoncé, your Yoncé in that lingerie
On that chardonnay, scorin' touchdowns on your runway
I'm Texas forever like Bun B, and I'm redboned yo
I'm really rit like Donjae, I'm camo in here yo
These thots can't clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy you know I look good as fuck
You wish I was your babymomma
Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no
We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
(Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)
Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister taught me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine
(I'm flawless!)
You wake up, flawless
Post up, flawless
Ridin' round in it, flawless
Flossin' on that, flawless
This diamond, flawless
My diamond, flawless
This rock, flawless
My Roc, flawless
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn, God damn
I wake up looking this good
And I wouldn't change it if I could
(If I could, if I, if I, could)
And you can say what you want
I'm the shit (what you want I'm the shit)
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
God damn, God damn, God damn
(Onika...)
Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian
Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian
(Them bitches thirsty, I'm Hungarian
Nicki, B, be eatin' diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)
Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
Propofol, I know they hope I fall
But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin' protocol
'Cause I score before I ever throw the ball
These bitches washed up and ain't no fuckin' soap involved
This every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and B
Curvalicious, pussy served delicious
Mayday mayday, earth to bitches
Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh
The queen of rap, slayin with Queen B
Am I trippin? or did this ho just say my name?
Queen of rap, fuck outta here
Queen? s back, fuck outta here
Time to get this rap bitch up outta here
I woke up like this, fuck outta here
I'm so awesome, I'm so fucking awesome
These hoes wanna be me 'cause they know
Kimmy, she flawless
Yeah I'm flossing, bitches got him nauseas
Phantom got 'em cursin', (?)
I just had a baby 'bout a week ago
These bitches got me on my (?) yo
Look at this shit, still got my dick on her lips
I ain't (?)
Damn it's a shame, bitch, I want you to hang
Do your lipstick with the mascara
Kissin' myself on the bathroom mirror
Head game so presidential, spit on a dick like an instrumental
lil' kim - mine
[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking at it
I don't mind people looking at it
Don't get mad if she ain't looking back at you nigga
Don't get mad if she ain't looking back at you nigga
[Hook: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Everytime she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Money maker shine but I don't mind cause I'mma grind her
[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
You know how we be moving
Me and Kevin Gates
I'mma style and I'mma keep shining
Like the roof on the Wraith
Eat my pussy with his breakfast
Cause he love the way it tastes
He said that I stay on his mind
How I be sitting on his face
I don't need nothing but bread
I don't need niggas for nothing but head
They all fantasize being with Kim
Every night, I'm laying right next to him
Fuck my ex, you make me wetter
Fabulous, you make me better
Chanel sneakers, Chanel leather
Chanel bag in Chanel weather
Hundred grand on that Prg
I don't hear what no peon say
See me with him, just know that's me
Ten carats scream fiance
See my pussy print all through my jeans
I know you watch all this ass behind me
Should be watchin' this nigga that's right beside me
[Hook: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Money maker shine but I don't mind cause I'mma grind her
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
You know how we be moving, listening to Future, Pluto
People like us take over, I'm a shooter with a shooter
Says he down here from up north, college, she commuting
She my new professor, I'm learning, I'm a student
Her momma hate me, say I'm too advanced, ask her how she's doing
She never say it to my face, I'm turnt up I'm a movie, yeah
At night she hear her daughter scream, Cassius Clay, I boom bye yae
My [?] she naked, I bent her over on the dresser
It's too gangsta how I'm dressin', beat the pussy up, no question
Pull her hair ho, you forgiven, hair red or blonde, or whatever
I-I'm caressin' on her breastes, kissing on her, you a blessin'
Knew I loved her when I met her, she love me, you looking for her
[Hook: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Everytime she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Money maker shine but I don't mind cause I'mma grind her
[Verse 3: Lil Kim Kevin Gates]
You pulled it out and now he's shookin' on it
Grabbed my neck and now I'm choking on it
Hold it down if you go to prison
Conversate, conjugal visits
Keep our love, I got the Cod
I'mma hold it down like B. o. B
That dope pussy that chronic
That Dre, so don't Od
Hold up baby, come here, give it to me
I'm about to uh huh, lick the pussy
In the car, don't give a fuck who lookin'
And [?] hustle through this for you
Dick her full, don't know if you notice
Say it ain't come here on a muscle
Lot of spit when you humming on it
Legs shaking now you cumming on it
Quiet babe, power coming on it
Uber coming, now you going home
I know it's difficult dealing
With a nigga that's in my profession
Hold up babe, why you in your feelings?
Break it for me, gotta tell your nigga
"Fly a kite" Michael Jackson, thriller
You say, "don't nobody keep it realer"
Real one, I homicide the vision
Say her name, they gon' get the business
Chris Brown, playing when I killed her
He could fuck you too cause that's my nigga
I ain't cuffin' pussy, I ain't with it
She could be for you and treat her special
Yeah, she say she love me, you looking for her
[Hook: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Everytime she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Money maker shine but I don't mind cause I'mma grind her
lil' kim - nobody do it better than us
Lil Kim:
Yea
This is it this is the one
That's what I'm talkin' about right here
Yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one
They ain't ready
You ready?
No doubt
Yea me too
Let's do it
If gettin' money is a crime then I confess
It ain't about money I could care less
I used to be a B now I'm a C breast
I get em hard you handle the rest
My music like heartburn burn your chest
Like a nigga stick the axe inside your backs
You be like "What the fuck was that shit!"
Gimme some more I love my fans
Gotta make em dance
Would I ever make a whack joint
Not a chance
Show my male friends call me M&M's
Cuz my pussy melt in your mouth and not in your hands
Just a bad girl always rockin' dimes
With the see-who's-stockin' skaters with the Lizzy's
Purpose with the deadbeats
Usually spited by my Goldilocks
While first movin' flocks I'm movin' drops
Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range
Two of the same it ain't a thang pocket the change
Now I'm just doin' my thing enjoyin' the fame
Why not ain't no other bitches hot in the game
Chorus:(T-boz)
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Lil' Kim yeah everybody knows me
In a class by myself never where the ho's be
I just avoid where all my foes be
Cuz God damn muthafuckas is nosey
Wanna know what I'm wearing
What I'm drivin what I'm doin'
Where I hang out at who the fuck I'm screwin'
Damn I move way out to the boondocks
So I can have a little bit of privacy
You bought a tiny ass condo
Way across the water with a telescope
So you can spy on me
You clowns belong in the circus
Steady tryin' to hurt us
Tell me what's the purpose
They say I'm prejudice
The only presidents that I fuck with
Is the ones that's dead
Like the big heads
Never stingy with my Benji's
Got enough dough to buy the West Indies
Invest in Fendi's own Laurendi's
Start my own doll like Mark & Mindy's
Free all my niggas from the penitentiary
Yea keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century
Chorus
You got a 5 and I got a 6
Back it up
What's wrong with this picture nigga
Pack it up
I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh)
Yours is big but mines is bigga
Cuz the Benji's is what it's all about
Do my ladies know what I'm talkin' about
If my shoes cost more than your car
Ha don't expect to get far
You the kinda nigga that like to plot
Call your friends tell em that you hit the jackpot
I keep razors in my bras
For all you womanizers
That's how much I despise it's up
I don't get it I ain't wit it
Can't see how other woman did it
Niggas screamin' gimme
Can't get a penny
Yea I got plenty
But you ain't got any?
Now picture me takin' my hard earned money
Throwin' it away by spendin' it on a dummy
All he gon' do is spend it on another honey
I say let the nigga stay bummy
I don't need a nigga I jerks it out
Take it old school and smurf it out
Give me a B and I'll merk it out
Niggas know QB gon' work it out
Chorus til fade with ad libs
Nobody
As we proceed to give you what you need
In 2000 baby
And we rock on and on
All hail the Queen
All hail the King
BIG forever and we won't stop
lil' kim - not tonight
{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's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then it's on
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me
Chorus:
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Verse Two: Left Eye
Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
>From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
To the top and it don't stop
Chorus
Verse Three: Da Brat
Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopestbitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than headtumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
Chorus
Verse Four: Missy
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, 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 rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, ladies night...*
lil' kim - 2 hatin 039 bitches
Here we go lil kim greatest of all time
bitch please she ain't even that good
(oh) she been around for a min and
she been doin it what like 10 years (yeah) but
10 years to long u right fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch ohh she aint even that good
I used to school with her sha aint even rap
Dont take nothing but alook before I takes a whoopin
to that bitches ass she even look at me funny I
smacks fire out that bitch word she be goin to lolo
for hair styles and im sain if u wanna jack that I
should jack that bitch she be rockin all that loius
vutton and d&g she be poppin bottles in the club yo
u know what we gone jack that bitch for real girl
u got a red dot on your forhead girl stop playin thats
lipstick na im serous u really have a big read movin dot
on your forehead bitch u ata talk u got a big red movin
dot on your lip whateva wateva [head shoots]
lil' kim - 2 hatin bitches
Here we go lil kim greatest of all time
bitch please she ain't even that good
(oh) she been around for a min and
she been doin it what like 10 years (yeah) but
10 years to long u right fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch ohh she aint even that good
I used to school with her sha aint even rap
Dont take nothing but alook before I takes a whoopin
to that bitches ass she even look at me funny I
smacks fire out that bitch word she be goin to lolo
for hair styles and im sain if u wanna jack that I
should jack that bitch she be rockin all that loius
vutton and d&g she be poppin bottles in the club yo
u know what we gone jack that bitch for real girl
u got a red dot on your forhead girl stop playin thats
lipstick na im serous u really have a big read movin dot
on your forehead bitch u ata talk u got a big red movin
dot on your lip whateva wateva [head shoots]
lil' kim - all good
[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] ..
lil' kim - another
She was askin bout ya whereabouts
Here's the digits, i know you can wear that out
Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight
You'll be all fuckin night
Chorus two: lil kim
What do ya do when your man is untrue?
Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new?
I need another man, in my life
Verse two: lil kim
Mmm, uhhh, uhhh!
Member when you said you would die for me, shit
All of that was just lies to me
Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me
Now you cry for me, like jodeci
It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all
Black nasty and matter fact ya'll
Shoulda seen the hoe, nigga pack ya shit
You out the door, ohh
What about the fight in the mirage?
I seen ya benz, parked outside my sister's garage
Said it was ya friend rog, bullshit
I ain't gonna keep puttin up wit the bullshit
And still i, never sweat these bitches
Who be hanged like plaques on the wall and ya pictures
Scalin fishes, my love is concrete
Stashin ya heat in the passenger seat
Of the nautica jeep, we've been down for so long
Still a bitch like me tryin to hold on
Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin
Girls steady screamin, 'kim you need to leave him!'
When i testified in court, couldn't think straight
Thinkin bout the bitches i fought
Over you, nigga half the shit you bought
And fuck you, movin is my last resort
You see nine outta ten niggaz, ain't shit
One outta five niggaz suck a dick
Ya mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me
Choulda kept the freak bitch off my canape
Now you see, ain't no pussy warm as mine
Long as mine, ain't no love as strong as this
When i sucked ya dick, it's like smokin a roach
Uhh, i go from first class to coach
Chorus one, chorus two, chorus one, chorus two
lil' kim - answering machine skit 1
[Ring]
Lil Kim: Hey wassup, leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
[Beep]
First Message: Yo Kim is Craig Calman I'm on the corner of Norstrom and Gades pumpin this album and the streets are going crazy hit me back a.s.a.p pleazzze.
[Beep]
Second Message: Pick up the phone mayne you got me talking
to the answering machine you already know who it is mayne, its your Boy Mano, anyway mayne you know how we gon do this thang mayne, we gon shut these niggas outta bidness mayne. Bonnie and Clyde the new thing going down Bed-stuy, Brooklyn
[Beep]
Third Message: Yo its Monie girl, just calling to say
WASSUP im holding you down. Its much love girl yo tell them Marked-ass chicks they aint got nuttin on you but girl we love you we-we there for you girl love you one *Mwuah*
[Beep]
Fourth Message: Cmon Kim jus had to her its ya brother and sister what the fuck is wrong with you yo talk to us. Yo its Meita yo you gotta call me back they only got 2 more bags left in the store we on the wait list call me back! Kim when you get home i got that new 2006 made back with the convertible shit yea i got that so ima pick you up in that shit right there aiight we outta here. yea!
[Beep]
Fifth Message: Yo Kim what up baby this is Mike Kaizer checkin in on you man. Yo man the govener aint come all the way over to Atlantic Records for you to not be here. I need ya ass to get home real soon so we can handle our buisness. Lets go baby. Cmon.
[Beep]
Sixth Message: Yo listen this is Gotti man. I just wanna say.. what up. You know what im sayin. Yo.. Put a contract and write somethin up or somethin so i can hold that bentley once in awhile you know cuz me and them niggas gonna be trying to house shit and all that ya heard!
Yo this Push big mami what up baby. I love you man. You gon get thru it baby. Hustle hard man. Queen Bee.
[Beep]
Seventh Message: Yo this money cash man. I heard the album is crazy. ya mean. yo tell moe i said what up. Easy!
[Beep]
Eight Message: Damn Kim you dont never pick your phone up this is D. Yo i got some paper for you (clap) Gimme a call when you get up.
[Beep]
Ninth Message: Yo what up what up this is the toughest nigga in hiphop you know this is G (clap) your partner in crime. When you get a chance give me a call cuz i know you got that phone with you , you prolly got gucci gel sheets and all that shit OH! i heard you was the first bitch to have a fashion show in jail. Just give me a call as soon as you get this message u gotta get this next album done Im out atlantic is on my back Lata!
[Beep]
Tenth Message: Yo kim what up its ur man Mr. Rogers. I just heard your album tha shit is bananas. Yo we miss you out here the streets really need you. Yo get back soon. Be safe. Tell moe i said hold her head. One
[Beep]
Eleventh Message: Its ya mutha fuckin sis. The L to the mutha fuckin A . LA. You know i got you. They always try to take the good ones down. But you know we rising and when we rise they aint no mutha fuckin stoppin us. ITS ALL GOOD.
lil' kim - aunt dot
[Lil' Kim]
.. My Aunt Dot
left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the salister
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Pastor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*}
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you?
[Lil' Shanice]
Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
[Lil' Kim]
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
[Lil' Shanice]
My mom sent me; her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie
[Lil' Kim]
Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose
and I could see she was admiring my Mink piece suit
Then she handed me the note
[Lil' Shanice]
Here - read this
[Lil' Kim]
I just stared her up and down
cause I couldn't believe this - then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you;
your so-called friends, put a bomb in your 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 your 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's on the 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, y'all hoes would get "gonged"
Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future
to bring back your head like Medusa
Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)
Girls be actin stink, and mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
I know it hurts.. (I'm killin y'all)
[Lil' Kim]
Uhhh, we in the Range in this 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
and dress like me, and look like me
and Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin me for money, day in - day out
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
C'mon Shanice I'm takin you to my house in L. Conn.
(I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine
[Lil' Shanice]
C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies
Crazy baguettes in my barettes; and,
H-class rocks inside my baby G shop
Fuck Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes!
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls
Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us
Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus
I'm 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 green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I come cleaner
[Lil' Kim]
You know what? I like you; little big person
but rule number one - no cursin
Anyway, what you know about that?
You too young for that, when I was your age
I woulda got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
so she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two
"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
Why these bitches buggin out;
I mean, what's this all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train they 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? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
Through her in my backseat,
then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
so just pray I come home
and when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo! 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, you guess what happens next
Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
is the reason why the story is to be continued..
Chorus
lil' kim - back stabbers
Smile in your face!
Yeaaah!
Back Stabbers!
INTRO/CHORUS
They smile in your face
All the time they wanna take your place
The back stabbers!(Back stabbers)
VERSE 1:(LIL KIM AKA BIG MOMMA)
The Buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains
Dental records checkin my remains,it's hard to explain
First I see 'em then I don't, they disappear
First she tried to slit my throat,now she ain't there
I'm seein bitches in the mirrors behind me
But when I turn around, they hard to find
See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed
Make a bitch wanna choke me till I bleed
Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums
That some young bum had to bust just for wreck
Earn some self-respect,now should I tote a fo' pound
'Cause a clown wants my autograph
Broken off that hash I think he wants my cash
The Lexus and rings,give a sex simple and plain
But these bitches is mad an' they niggas is bad
So they scheme on a CREAM,you know
Fuck the hos,bitches is detrimental,the guns is essential
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 2:(LIL KIM)
I'm having re-occuring dreams-bitches they want my CREAM
They wanna be lieutenant so it seems,I can't sleep
I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed
The shadow stops,points a Glock to my fuckin head
I grab my pillow,crack the back window
pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate
LORD have mercy!The devil tryin to curse me
I keeps seeing shit that wasn't there in the first
See bitches be livin mad fad-they fuck my man
Steal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my hand
Yeah man,breakin you down one time
I packs that shit for your ass,Chronic for your mind
I keeps it real on all you bitches,I wish you keep your mind
Off my motherfuckin riches
Bitches,I'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
Bank rolls is all I knows,that shit is dead chicken-head!
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 3:(LIL KIM)
The morning's finally here,damn!What should I wear?
Time to get dressed and do my hair,once again it's on
Somebody's knockin at my door,but when I walk across the floor
Just ope' it up,the motherfucker's gone
I'm hearing voices in the back of my mind
Better grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta line
I guess it's time to test this bullet-proof dress
From putting holes up in my chest
I'm lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the face
I see three bitches and still I got to play it safe
I hope my dress come in handy,but when I open the door
Three little girls selling candy,ya see bitches is jealous
Of Little Kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
All I wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch
Clock dough on the law,y'know?
CHORUS TO FADE
lil' kim - big momma
You got it goin' on (Repeat 4X)
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, Jazz whah
I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing
can't you 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 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage <Damn, this bitch is bad>
baby carots <Damn, I love that ass>
shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all thetime
Why?
Chorus: Lil' Ceas, Lil' Kim
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired.
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
that's why your mad at me.
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Jay-Z
I'm big and untrust you in the studio with me
Don't you know I'm tryin' to set you continuosly
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
leave who you with 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 niggaz, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figgas
Chorus
Verse Three: Lil' Kim
Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me a high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
shit, I never forget
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keep 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 da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for takes
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
Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit
Chorus: Repeat 4X
lil' kim - big momma thang
Verse One:
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, Jazz whah
I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing
can't you 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 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage <Damn, this bitch is bad>
baby carots <Damn, I love that ass>
shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all thetime
Why? Lil Ceas
Chorus: repeat 2X
killahs be quite my nigga bring the riots
tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
you wanna be this queen B but ya can't be
thats why you're mad at me
Verse Two:
Hoes think I'm foul call me the bitch shitter
the lyrical gonna take a miracle
like Denise Williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota
gunz we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot
want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa
get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous
if you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew
<check it> you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch
just a dick suckin nasty ready for some ass
let me stress the tattoo on your breats
B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P. play your position
know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin
plus I give head better than you
pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you
I dedicate this song to ya ass
like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly
Chorus
Verse Three:
saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up
stack da skeeza, keep em knees up
what da fuck stay chillin, pack a million
Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down
lay around clown the clock steps for no one
never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da Don
pussy tease, here's three for takes
yeah I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
While you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine
<and I'm> and I'm married to this
Y'all our strategy misses still planin wettins
mafio also deadins all that bullshit
any type of threatens to pull shit
unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh
who knows but they gotcha
unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh
maybe next time keep your head up
Chorus
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