Lil' Kim

(When Kim Say) Can You Hear Me Now
(feat. Missy Elliott)


[Kim] Can you hear me now?

[Lil' Kim]
All of a sudden, everybody wan' bang with us
Don't they know them Gotti kids are dangerous?
Come come now, y'all need to stop
Niggaz better hold they head 'fore they body rock
I got, soldiers in every town
That'll come see y'all like "Black Hawk Down"
I ain't playin with you motherfuckers
(RAAAAAAID!) I'm sprayin you motherfuckers
If gettin money is a crime, then I confess
Ain't about money? I could care less
When you see us comin know it's time to collect
Niggaz be like, "Here come the IRS!"
Kick down doors, shoot through walls
Queen Bee's a movement, fight for the cause
Got a bite that's bigger than "Jaws"
With or without my boys, I still make noise

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
New York - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all turn it up
Midwest - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all burn it up
L.A. - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
Y'all make them cars jump
Dirty South - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all get it crunk!

[Lil' Kim]
My last album, some of y'all wasn't ready for it
Alright, I slow it up, put the brakes on for ya
I know what I'm doin, I ain't losin my mind
I'm just so advanced I'm ahead of my time
You all stuck at the back, I'm ahead of the line
Even in the dark, I'm still gon' shine
You'll see what I mean in 2009
I kick outer space raps - ILL RHYMES
Live guitars, nigga fuck cars
I'm tryin to buy a spaceship to get to Mars
Look out the window, and reach for the stars
It's a new day, Lil' Kim's in charge
Got a big dick, I'll bone you out
Like money in the bank, loan you out
If you ain't straight I'll comb you out
Lil' Kim and Scott Storch be zonin out!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Ain't wanna do it, but now I got to pop my collar
You actin like y'all real tough act to follow
I got medallions the size of a half a dollar
And about to buy my best friend a beauty parlor
I know y'all don't wanna see Kim on top
Please stop worryin about what I got
What the fuck y'all know about the {?} I rock
When I'm cookin, keep your hands out my pot
Them boys ain't bad and ain't no bitch greater
Stop tryin to use me as a respirator
I'm the same bitch on the escalator
And I still ain't got no time for you fuckin haters
I might start my day at Piarage'
Or with a Mafia meetin at the Brooklyn Cafe
"Okay, y'all wanna play?"
Like 9/11, you gon' remember this day

[Chorus]

[Missy]
New York - "Can you hear me now?"
Midwest - "Can you hear me now?"
L.A. - "Can you hear me now?"
Dirty South - "Can you hear me now?"
"Can you hear me now?"

All Good


Has the raining stopped yet?
I don't notice anymore
Look up your face
You join in the rain
As you've never really done before
How can this be stopped when
You just opened up the door
How can I go
Back to my home
Thinking life is such a bore

Interesting
It seems to me
The irony of ecstacy
It's coming down much harder than before
Interesting
When you can see
That normal life's like sleep-walking
Hating all the things you once adored

You wake me up
When you're around
It's just my luck
Can't do without
And when you're gone
Watch as I drown
You bring me down
You bring me down...

Back and forth
I'm walking
I'm in heaven and in hell
Life is asleep
Between the sheets
The person is I can't believe
Back and forth you're walking
You're my heaven and my hell
Keep me awake
Don't wanna sleep
Just until the next farewell

Interesting
It seems to me
The irony of ecstacy
It's coming down much harder than before
Interesting
When you can see
That normal life's like sleep-walking
Not another day
Not another day
Can't take much more

You wake me up
When you're around
It's just my luck
Can't do without
And when you're gone
Watch as I drown
You bring me down
You bring me down...

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 silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor 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 Minski 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]

Big Momma Thang


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]

[repeat x4:]
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

Came Back For You


[Intro]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none, but you could call me Miss White
Most people know me as, Lil Kim the head of the La Bella Mafia
Oh, shoutout to my girl Victoria Gotti and the whole family stay up

[Verse 1]
This time around I ain't takin no shit, this time around I never get bit
This time around I switched up my flow
Got rid of the pits and put rotts by the do'
This time around it ain't like befo'
This time around I'm gon' crack ya jo'
The feds is watchin me so I can't do much
Speak the wrong words bitch and you will get touched
I'm back on the scene my favorite color is green
I'm buildin a empire got a whole new team
Pimp game is strong, raps is just harder than they ever been
You can never win
Made my way through Hollywood fashion world adores me
Music's my first love a nine to five bores me
Love me or hate me Lil Kim come through
My fans across the world I came back for you

[Chorus]
I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you, all my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin on me all these bitches hatin on me
I came back for you, the mink rockin Benz coppin keep the bottles poppin

[Verse 2]
It's the real hip hop mami check the facts
I'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum raps
Like the sand in the hour glass you out of your time
Tried to go against the queen is you out of your mind?
Even be at number two, your chances is slim
Cause when God made Adam, he should've made Kim
I gave a few passes but I never forget
It's enough I got to put up with this Doo Doo Brown chick
Now you and you wanna come at me from all sides
I'm gettin money, don't think I just be lettin shit slide
I'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't know how ta
Rock this Hollyhood thang y'all need to let me style ya
Come back, to the light ma, I started the shit
How soon we forget I'm the heart of the shit
So keep your tacky ways and go back to your stripper days
As long as I'm around, you gon' bow down

[Chorus]
I came back for you
All incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you, all my fans across the world holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin on me all these bitches hatin on me
I came back for you, the mink rockin Benz coppin keep the bottles poppin

[Verse 3]
This time around either your in or your out
This time around you better watch your mouth
This time around you gon' hang or bang
This time around you better do your thang
Cause I'm the best that ever done it, the best that lived it
I ain't no overnight success goddamnit I was born with it
The Prada mama, the Dolce and Gabbana drippin
The Blue Hypnotic Martini Mimosa sippin
Y'all better team or get it together
Or you, you and her can get it whenever
Huh, I got a army y'all can't harm me
If the show was on the other foot you probably try to starve me
Don't get your life tooken I know I got you shooken
This Bed Stuy fly girl came back for Brooklyn

Can't Fuck With Queen Bee
(feat. Governor & Shelene Thomas w/ Full Force)


[Intro]
It's a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail, the Queen)
But it don't matter (but it don't matter)
Cause you ain't got nuttin, for us (you ain't got nothin.. for us)
So as long as you live, remember this

[Chorus: Shelene Thomas]
You can't fuck with Queen Bee.. Queen Bee.. Queen Bee!
All you haters will see.. see.. see!

[Lil' Kim]
Don't be mad, I can't put this - money in a casket
I can't put these - cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I day
I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin that you wrote this song
But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
You better off takin heed from your boy Jada
I know you, hate dyin - but you gon' die a hater
I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y'all nearsighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light - baby watch 'em glow
Red yellow and green - don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
From "Hardcore" to "Notorious" you studied my flow
And still..

[Chorus + Governor ad libs]

[Lil' Kim]
Whether ya, slingin the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry, down to Wall Street
They ask:

[Governor]
What is she like, what does she need?
What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please
Be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires, in this whole world

[Lil' Kim]
Just cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
You ain't gotta be filthy rich, but you can't be cheap
I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God damn self
And if you spiritual, got a good heart and can make me laugh
And can fuck..

[Chorus Two: Shelene Thomas + (Governor)]
You can get with Queen Bee.. (y'all can get with Queen Bee)
Queen Bee.. (yeah, ye yeah) Queen Bee! (awww)
Take you to ecstasy (she gon' take y'all to ecstasy)
Ecstasy.. (do it to 'em Queen Bee) Ecstasy!
(Yeah.. it's yo' time baby, it's yo' time girl!)

[Lil' Kim]
Ain't nuttin gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer, and richer
So like it or not, I am who I am
When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
Now take it to the bridge

[Full Force + (Lil' Kim)]
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that feel good?)
(Full Force sing the break one more time, c'mon, c'mon)
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that sound so nice?)

[Chorus + various ad libs by Kim and Governor]

[Chorus Two + ad libs by all artists]

[Shelene + (Governor)]
Gotta let 'em know
Let 'em knowowwwww (let 'em know Bee!)
Can't see the Queen (Give it to 'em Bee)
Queen Bee (give it to 'em Bee) Queen Bee! (yea yea, yeah)
(Governor)

Crush On You


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

[Hook: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X to fade)]

Custom Made (Give It To You)


[Lil' Kim]
I gets right to the point -- no time to play around
When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down
Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me
I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy
You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you
Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled
They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world
Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch

[Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X]

Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga pass that!
We rollin in tinted Nav's
TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

[Lil' Kim]
To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass
(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave.
Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks
and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops
The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic
My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic
I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets
that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress
"Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime
Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is -- custom made
Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid
(The papers..)

[*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*]

[Chorus 2X]

Do What You Like


[Intro]
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo
Can't fuck wit you
Fo real
They can't fuck wit you
They can't fuck wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man
What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man
C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas
Where you at nigga
C'mon nigga
Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon

[Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ]
Yo Check em out Yo yo yo
When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme
Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine
I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes
Half is mine
So you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box
Wit my man on the ox
We gon do it like we did it on the block
Let's roll
Like wit 60's 30's
40 niggas wit me
Rep ya hood
Rep ya block
Rep ya city
This is me talkin, without the Remy in me
I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie
Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
Yea niggas

[Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) ]
Do what you like (We don't give a fuck)
Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga)
And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Bust of the nine
And fuck tonight
Do what you like, do what you like

[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
Ayo yo ayo
This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit em in the brain, niggas slain
Layin dormant
Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it
New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it
Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it
Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it
Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it
Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin
No stage shows, so forget about tourin
Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin
My guns bust
Niggas get wet when it's pourin
Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin
Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin
Run up in ya crib without a search warrant

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 Bristal ]
Once again it's on
The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
Bitches feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for
Send that ass slow like I ride a six four
I'm what ya kids admire
Don't wanna see retire
Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away

[Verse 4 Lil Kim]
Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off
Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft
You have any idea how many words I shook off
I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it
You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys
M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club
My whole crews in the club
And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends
Dancin all wild
Bumpin you again and again
Yea I know That some real punk shit
Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit
Bitches like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
Lady what we fear nigga you like
Give em a pussy invite
It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight

[Chorus]

[Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)]
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea muthafuckas
All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
It's our muthafuckin world
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea
Big shout from the house
Yea Queen Bee
M.A.F.I.A. style
B.I.G. Forever baby
Brooklyn
We gonna let ya'll know
Do what you want
Do what ya like nigga
It's 2000
YaknowwhatI'msayin
All hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a u-turn
Aiight Represent niggas

Doing It Way Big


[dice rattle]
[dice rattle] C'mon dice
[dice rattle]
[dice rattle] C'mon dice

[Lil' Kim]
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mekenos, Greece
just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
This is for my millionaire glub golfers
Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggaz 'cross the face with a Centurion Card
who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
In the Contintental T, magnolia B
.. (man, she doin it way big)
I'm comin through Hummer stuntin, and I'm frontin
Workin that LaBurke and, Ermez bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.

[Lil' Kim]
Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H-R-E rims
(uh-huh, doin it way big)
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of farragut faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop, 30 or more in Christian D'or
They gotta, close the store and let me shop some more
We go to, Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
(now that's what you call doin it way big)

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be (doin it way big)
We greet our guests at the door
with champagne and cigars that read (doin it way big)
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
And office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in, without a QUeen Bee members only jacket
that reads (doin it way big)

[Chorus]

[dice rattle] C'mon dice
[dice rattle] (one more time now)
[dice rattle] C'mon dice

[Kim] And the best rapper's still B.I.G.

Don't Mess With Me


[Lil' Kim]
See.. some niggaz don't know how to act..
so I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit
and start burnin down niggaz cribs

When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit
even though I was a bitch playin hard to get
Cause see I never felt this way in my life
It didn't take long before you made me your wife
Shoppin sprees and puttin money in my pockets
Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets
And my girls, knew you wasn't no good
They told me bout them broads you was fuckin in the hood
You said I was a diamond, and you was like a pearl
So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl?
Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings
and "Heartbreaker" is the song I sing (c'mon, c'mon)

[Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker"]

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(Do you know, who I am?)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess around)

[Lil' Kim]
Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan
Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin on
Then one day you hid my birth control pills
Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels
When you got rich I helped you run your company
for eleven years, and now you wanna dump me?
And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you
and then some bitch you was fuckin said she was havin one too?
You wrong! Nigga dead wrong, you know the song
"Don't know what you've got til it's gone"
After the fight, the other night, and we both went to jail
I burnt all your clothes up, I was "Waiting to Exhale"
(That's right)

[Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker"]

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(I'm the Queen Bitch)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, now hold that)

[Lil' Kim]
Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days
Flirtin, not givin a fuck, what?
Got you lookin in the mirror sayin, "Damn!"
Sick thinkin bout the next man fuckin this tight pussy
Niggaz want me, even though they got a honey
If I'ma be number two, they givin me some hush money
Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you
cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nuttin you can do
I'm that Bitch, don't you ever forget
Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit
Now he cryin, he beggin, "Kim let me come back"
Like Mark Morrison, "Return of the Mack" baby!

[Chorus: interpolation of Pat Benatar's "Heartbreaker"]

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Y'all niggaz don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Cause I'm not the one)

Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a

Dreams


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]

Drugs


[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!

[Chorus]

Fuck You


[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*]

Get In Touch With Us
(feat. Styles P)


[scratched:] "Now you've seen this before;
don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy(?)"

[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats

[Lil' Kim]
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up

[Chorus: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples + (Styles)]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)

[Styles P]
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

[Chorus]

[Styles P] It's the Ghost
[Lil' Kim] And the Queen
[Styles P] I'ma shoot at most of your team
[Lil' Kim] And I'm leavin with most of your cream
[Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
[Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga
[Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses
[Styles P] Y.O. nigga
[Lil' Kim] Crooklyn bitch
[Styles P] Nigga bust off your hammer
[Lil' Kim] And cook them bricks
[Styles P] If you really had dough like you said you did
[Lil' Kim] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
[Styles P] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
[Lil' Kim] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
[Styles P] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
[Lil' Kim] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
[Styles P] And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
[Lil' Kim] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
[Styles P] S.P. the Mack Milli'
[Lil' Kim] Q.B. the Tech
[Styles P] Got the +Money+ and the +Power+
[Lil' Kim] Now where's the +Respect+?

[Chorus]

[Styles] It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

Get Yours
(feat. Styles P)


[scratched:] "Now you've seen this before;
don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy(?)"

[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats

[Lil' Kim]
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up

[Chorus: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples + (Styles)]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)

[Styles P]
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

[Chorus]

[Styles P] It's the Ghost
[Lil' Kim] And the Queen
[Styles P] I'ma shoot at most of your team
[Lil' Kim] And I'm leavin with most of your cream
[Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
[Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga
[Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses
[Styles P] Y.O. nigga
[Lil' Kim] Crooklyn bitch
[Styles P] Nigga bust off your hammer
[Lil' Kim] And cook them bricks
[Styles P] If you really had dough like you said you did
[Lil' Kim] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
[Styles P] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
[Lil' Kim] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
[Styles P] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
[Lil' Kim] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
[Styles P] And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
[Lil' Kim] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
[Styles P] S.P. the Mack Milli'
[Lil' Kim] Q.B. the Tech
[Styles P] Got the +Money+ and the +Power+
[Lil' Kim] Now where's the +Respect+?

[Chorus]

[Styles] It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

Gimme That
(feat. Styles P)


[scratched:] "Now you've seen this before;
don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy(?)"

[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats

[Lil' Kim]
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up

[Chorus: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples + (Styles)]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)

[Styles P]
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

[Chorus]

[Styles P] It's the Ghost
[Lil' Kim] And the Queen
[Styles P] I'ma shoot at most of your team
[Lil' Kim] And I'm leavin with most of your cream
[Styles P] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
[Styles P] I'ma kill a made nigga
[Lil' Kim] And I'ma kill the witnesses
[Styles P] Y.O. nigga
[Lil' Kim] Crooklyn bitch
[Styles P] Nigga bust off your hammer
[Lil' Kim] And cook them bricks
[Styles P] If you really had dough like you said you did
[Lil' Kim] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
[Styles P] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
[Lil' Kim] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
[Styles P] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
[Lil' Kim] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
[Styles P] And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
[Lil' Kim] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
[Styles P] S.P. the Mack Milli'
[Lil' Kim] Q.B. the Tech
[Styles P] Got the +Money+ and the +Power+
[Lil' Kim] Now where's the +Respect+?

[Chorus]

[Styles] It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

Heavenly Father
(feat. "Big Hill")


[INTRO]
Heavenly father... Creator of all things
I humble myself... As I bow to the throne
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness

[REPEAT 2x]
I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness

[VERSE 1]
They say the closest ones to ya
Be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya
That's why now I keep my friends to a minimum
Check for the ones wit the venom on they tongue
'Cuz niggas is snakes, they hugs be fake
Steal from they best friend at his own wake
I did all I can do and I took all I can take
This is it, crossin' me was ya biggest mistake
And was it enough that I split 20% of what I make?
Was it enough that I cut niggas half of what I bake?
Ain't enough that I almost lost all my bread
Bailin niggas out, keepin' a roof over our head
Enough is enough I wash my hands I'm done wit it
I ain't playin wit u motherfuckers come wit it
Keep the fam together God knows I tried
But shit ain't been the same since B.I. died

[CHORUS 1]
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... every night
Keep the fam together God knows I tried
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... and every night
Shit ain't been the same since B.I died

[VERSE 2]
Lil' Kim the first rap bitch to shake up the charts
Act like I ain't the leader of this Million Bitch March
Who got y'all rockin' the Prada
The Gucci, Dior, Chanel, Versace and Louis
Please, I'm the reason this rap game is unisex
I'm the reason bitches want bigger breasts
Show some respect where respect is due
(Without who?) Without me there'd be no you
These next few lines it to you women abusers
Last nigga I was wit... straight fuckin' loser
Niggas think 'cuz you give 'em ya heart
They can... dissect it and rip it apart
Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy
You lost a good bitch nigga you can't front
Lil' Kim is EVERYthing a man could EVER want
And that's real

[CHORUS 2]
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... and every night
Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day, yo... every night
Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy

[VERSE 3]
When the... money is gone (So is ya friends)
When the... gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense, I'm keepin' it real
Wanna do business wit me? Get in touch wit Hill

["Big Hill"]
That's right any questions? No you can't ask me
Put ya name and ya number on a letterhead and fax me
U want Kim? Name the location
75 grand and that's just for conversation

[Lil' Kim]
I'ma remain loyal while y'all crumble like the foil
It's tradition to rock diamonds in my crown, I'm royal
Niggas ain't believe in me, they thought it was over
Baby girl risin' up like the early mornin' sun
Y'all think y'all know but y'all have no idea
What the fuck I been goin' through these last 7 years

[CHORUS 3]
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day, yo... and every night
They just don't make my breed no more
Word, that's it... (I pray for love... )(Every day, yo)
(I pray for love) I'm the last of the Mohicans...
(and every night) after me
there will be none... (I pray for love...)
(I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)... and every night
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more

[Lil' Kim talking]
I'm sayin... I just wanna be happy, that's all I don't ask for much
It makes me happy to see my people smile you know what I'm sayin
I ain't a hater, I don't even like sayin' the word
(Nobody lives by the code of the street no more)
I'd sacrifice everything I got right now to have my man Biggie here wit me
You see that's just how I am
'Cuz I'm a rider (Keep the fam together god knows I tried)
What good is it to have everything
if you can't share it with the one you love?
If you can't be wit the ones you love... then love the ones you wit
Don't take nobody for granted
You ain't promised tomorrow
Karma's a motherfucker
I'm appreciative (Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy)
La Bella Mafia 2003... Suga Shaft, the Beehive... We comin'...

Hold It Now
(feat. Havoc)


[Havoc]
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About a gangsta-ass bitch, y'all know so well
It started way back, in history
With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G.

Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

[Lil' Kim]
Now here's a little story I gots to tell
Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanelle
Tought you how to get money and pop Cristal
Even gave y'all tips on ridin cock as well
The Beehive, sticker say "better beware"
If it's buzzin in the spot you know my boys is here (bzzzz)
Cause we in the parkin lot, you know the toys is there
Pushin drop Bee wagons, two doors, ya hear?
Hold it now, the Queen's sittin in the chair
Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair?
Will the real Kim stand up? It's frauds in here
I'm bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year
(Lights out!)

[Chorus 2X: Lil' Kim]
When we come to the clubs they be like (hold it, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs they be like (hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin right (hold it, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night - WHOAHHHH!

[Lil' Kim]
Now all my all my all my bitches rub ya titties (if ya love Biggie)
And all my niggaz grab ya dicks if you feelin a bitch
I'm in the middle of the dancefloor (go Kim, go Kim) killin the shit
With the Belve', tryin not to spill any shit
You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
You a, sensitive thug, lemme give you a hug
Y'all thirsty-ass niggaz take this bottle of bub
I'm the, First Lady, so I can't lose
Because of me y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes
Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide
Now hold that, yo Havoc, let the beat ride

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
And since Frank White taught me how to play the game
La Bella Mafia, nigga I play to reign
They put my album in the street like they pump the 'caine
I'm like bleach - Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain!
I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein
I might give a, little head to {"hold it, hold it now"}
All we ask is y'all show respect
Cause we don't want talk, big homey, just cut the check!
Now I'm sittin outside in my 6.6
Just signed a lil' deal bout 6.6
Used to transport bricks and make 6.6
If you look in my garage I got 6 joints

[Chorus]

Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! Go Kim! (hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim! ... WHOAHHHH!

[beat continues to end with "hold it now" and ad libs]

Hold On


[Kim - Verse One]
Oh how it hurts, like child birth
The wounds heal slow, you just don't know
At times, I don't know what to say
And all I do is pray, day to day
But still, I feel my strength might die
Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it
Damn, I just don't believe it
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries
A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death
Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath
You killas, caused a lotta devastation
You have no idea what you did to this nation
I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration
But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just

[Mary J. Blige - Chorus]
Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better

[Kim - Verse Two]
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
I been with my nigga before he came in the game
No one's, no V's, we used to take the train
Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties
I guess back then we was real nobodies
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him
Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up
But still got love for your kids
Even wrote 'em in my will
And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill
Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal
If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried
So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'
Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through

[Chorus]

[Kim - Verse Three]
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends
One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens
D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD
My whole B.I. family, remind me of you
We miss you so much, I love you so much
Never thought life without you would be so rough
But I know we gon make it
We ain't happy, but we fakin'
And to New York, thanks for the support
And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land
This is somethin' young kids just won't understand
How they took away this beautiful man
Who shared so many memories
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White

[Chorus]

How Many Licks


[Sisqo]
Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
(Niggaz got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Lil' Kim]
I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fuck with different races
A white dude - his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
and he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin
Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

[Sisqo]
So, how many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggaz in jail
Beatin they dicks to the double-X-L; Magazine (uhh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
[*Moans*] Baby.. ohh.. yes ohh!
Jailer.. open up.. cell, block, eight
[*sexual sounds*]
Alright nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen; get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggaz do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up North in the hole, they all wanna know

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
If you drivin in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggaz, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!) That's me the Knight Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street - gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 A.M. I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggaz even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggaz got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Baby tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?

I Know You See Me


[Sisqo]
Hold up
So what you're saying is, oh
(Niggaz got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Lil' Kim]
I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fuck with different races
A white dude - his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
and he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (Uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin
Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
But now he be sucking me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

[Sisqo]
So, how many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggaz in jail
Beatin they dicks to the double-X-L; Magazine (uhh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
[*Moans*] Baby.. ohh.. yes ohh!
Jailer.. open up.. cell, block, eight
[*sexual sounds*]
Alright nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen; get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggaz do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up North in the hole, they all wanna know

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Lil' Kim]
If you drivin in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggaz, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!) That's me the Knight Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street - gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 A.M. I'm on the way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggaz even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste niggaz got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial

[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Baby tell me)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?

I'm Human


Ha! Ha!
A queen is not a queen, because she is felt
But a queen is a queen, because failure has not stopped her
Take it from me, the queen of all queens
WOMEN, are taking over for the new millennium
Oww!

What the hell do you want from me?
I'm just tryin to be all that I can be
I'm a god damn legacy
Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy
The first lady runs the world now
They impeached the president from his residence
No one drops bombs til I say so
One-two, one-two-three GO!

[1] - I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals

How dare you accuse me and my family
Fucking clones, LEAVE US ALONE!
Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike
You make us wanna "Scream," know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah; I know y'all rather see us dead
No more platinum plaques certified lead
We got too many chips for y'all
Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all
Take a breath, inhale, exhale till there's no more left
In the name of the father, son, and daughter
Here comes the new world order!
You can't stop it
Mother Earth this my universe
When worse comes to worse (Uh-huh)
I call the shots (Uh-huh), stack all the lots (Uh-huh)
Pack all the glocks, take the safety off lock FIRE!

[Repeat 1]

La, la, la (sing!)

Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby
Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby HMM
Take it out let me sit on it
If you can't make it wet just spit on it
Ah don't stop till it rise to the top
Promise you won't drop till the cherry go *POP*
And if it doesn't fit then use your lips
Oh here it comes, what's my name?
QUEEN BITCH

[Repeat 1]

La, la, la, la

[Repeat 1 till end]

Intro In A-Minor


[*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.
Work it, bitch!

Kitty Box


[*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.
Work it, bitch!