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The Naked Truth (2005)

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Spell Check

[Lil' Kim]

I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M

And not B-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by

I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.

Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D

And, since nine-six a chick been on TV

Like, MTV and, BET

So T-R-L and, one-oh-six

I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit

Momma push whips like BM Dubs

And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club

The man, five-oh, I don't see him in the club

Cause he out in the CT with a dick in his butt

Y'all stay OT while I stay O.C.

That's, out the country with the A-R-A-B's

With my girl M to the O to the E

She ride like a soldier, that's my co-D

I'm "Bella" to that death and, don't ask why

Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y

And I'm more nigga than them bitch-ass guys

Cause they took the stand, on the D.A.'s side

 

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]

I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T

Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A

What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y

And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E

Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

 

[Lil' Kim]

I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A.

Take the Spyder down the strip, when I'm in V-A

The game slow, gotta put a little work in D.C.

I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P.

On, ESPN or, NBC

I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B.

Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's

You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me

My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV

And they air somethin out on the, A-V-E

I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three

Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E

Get at niggaz quick if they try to move me

A.S.A.P. like, T.I.P.

You get chopped and screwed, honeygirl don't play

Nigga we "Ridin' Dirty" like U.G.K.

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Make a wish when you see me like a falling star

Give a lot of y'all careers, CPR

First lady at the top of, R-A-P

I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E

B-I-G, M-O, M-M-A

No info, for the, D.E.A.

Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant

Tapped the cell, and the phone in my basement

The IRS tryin to take my pay

And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A.

I locks it, I'm toxic like DDT

My flow get'cha high like PCP

I'm number one downloaded on your MP3

I bang on you niggaz like an MPC

I make a nigga nut in his DNG's

Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B.

 

[Chorus]

 

Lighters Up

[Verse One]

I come from Bed-Stuy

Where niggaz either do or they gone die

Gotta keep the Ratchett close by

Someone murdered

Nobody seen, nobody heard it

Just another funeral service

Niggaz will get at you

Come through shinin', they yap you

In broad daylight kidnap you

Best get clap through

Police stay on us like tattoos

Niggaz only grind cuz' we have to

Money is power

Sling crack, weed, and powder

Fiends come through every hour

Its all about that dollar

And we no deal with cowards

Weak lamb get devoured

By the lion in the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble

The weak fold and crumble

Its the land of trouble

Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers

BIG comes first then the queen comes after

 

[Chorus]

Now put your lighters up (Bed-Stuy)

Put your lighters up (New-York)

Put your lighters up (D.C.)

Keep putting your lighters up (Philedelphia)

Put your lighters up (Detroit)

Put your lighters up (Chi-town)

Keep putting them lighters up

No matter where you from, put your lighters up

 

[Verse Two]

Now, let me give you a walk through

Show you what to do and you dont do

Where its not safe to go to

Them boys approach you

Better say quick who you close to

Dont come through if niggaz dont know you

Cuz' people is talking

The streets is watching

The G's is lurking

Stash the nine in the garbage

The life of a hustla

The life of a gambler

Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer

You know who you fuck with

Brooklyn dont run, we run shit

Roll up and just bumrush shit

We dont play that

Out in Bk, not at all, For a pound leave your face on the wall

R.I.P in memory of, Never show thy enemies love

We get it on where we live

You better have a pass, when you cross that bridge

Welcome to Brooklyn

 

[Chorus]

Put your lighters up (L.A.)

Put your lighters up (V.A.)

Put your lighters up (Texas)

Keep putting your lighters up (New Orleans)

Put your lighters up (St.louis)

Put your lighters up (A-T-L)

Keep putting them lighters up

No matter where you from, Put your lighters up

 

[Bridge]

Damn homie I'm so tore

And I dont think I'm ever gone somke no more

And I dont think I'm ever gone drink no more

But fuck it bartender you can give me one more

(We in the club like) Damn homie I'm so tore

(Lighting the dutch like) And I dont think I'm ever gone somke no more

(Passing the bub like) And I dont think I'm ever gone smoke no more

(Back at the bar like) Fuck it bartender you can give me one more

 

[Verse Three]

See, BIG done told you

Im the hottest bitch on the planet

Biggest sex symbol, since Janet

Theres a Nolte bandit

Laying in the cut like a bandage

Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish

Doing them damage

And if you dont understand it

Then let me give it to you in spanish

Soy la senorita mas Linda del barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio

Still over in Brazil, Sipping Mescotto

You must of forgot though

So Imma' take you back to the block yo

Put you on to how we rock yo

Some are boosting

12-year olds prostituting

Hit-men hired for execution, Theres no solution

Niggaz still piss in the hallways

Fiends get high on em' all day

The youth them bang at the cops off the roof

If you dont know my town is the truth

Welcome to Brooklyn

 

[Chorus]

Now put your lighters up (New Jersey)

Put your lighters up (Boston)

Put your lighters up (B-More)

Keep putting your lighters up (Miami)

Put your lighters up (Puerto Rico)

Put your lighters up (Kingston, Jamaica)

Keep putting them lighters up

No matter where you from, Put your lighters up

 

[*Repeat Bridge*]

 

Shut Up Bitch

[Chorus]

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke

I heard she sniffin' coke - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit

Nah Biggie wrote her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail

She done fucked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits

Why is y'all on my shit damn - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

 

[Verse 1]

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'

Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'

Damn can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please

I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze

I used to ride in a rental Lebaron

Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim what up)

Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up

I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (so high)

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'

Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'

You say you got this but we don't see nothin'

And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

(Get it jumpin' bitch)

Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes

Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos

Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit

Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch

 

[Chorus]

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke

I heard she sniffin' coke - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit

Nah Biggie wrote her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail

She done fucked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits

Why don't y'all get off her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

 

[Verse 2]

I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'

In somethin' made with German enginerin', rack-n-pinion steerin'

Homes with french doors and heated marble floors

Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before

Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank

I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't

I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz

So dont hate me nigga, it is what it is

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'

Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'

You say you got this but we don't see nothin'

And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

So don't believe e'rythin' you hear

Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear, 365 days of the year

Shit I done heard it all throughout my career (what they say?)

 

[Chorus]

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke

I heard she sniffin' coke - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit

Nah Biggie wrote her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail

She done fucked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits

Damn y'all stay on her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

 

[Verse 3]

I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger

All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter

Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim

Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them

Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed

They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess

Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best

Damn, it must feel good to Payless

You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'

Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'

You say you got this but we don't see nothin'

And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'

You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat

Quick to put another niggaz business in the street

I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief

You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth

 

[Chorus]

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke

I heard she sniffin' coke - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit

Nah Biggie wrote her shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail

She done fucked up now - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits

Man get off my girl's shit - SHUT UP BITCH!!!!

 

[Outro]

Haha I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you

She's back, oh my God

You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch

You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back'

But she's back bitches

Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three

Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second

Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'

See, that's why don't nobody talk about you

Ain't nothin' to talk about

Get yourself a hobby bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin'

Ha, is it really that you hate you?

That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then bitch

 

 

 

 

 

Whoa

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa

Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no

In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa

Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

 

[Lil' Kim]

Fresh out the federal building

To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings

It's the black widow, call me Miss White

I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights

Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right

Back with a classic, now gimme six mics

Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite

Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes

Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X

Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X

Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect

My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed

Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor

Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator

And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators

Get your envelopes, time to address the haters

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos

So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's

Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos

The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino

We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man

Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin man

See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand

While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan

Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew

FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through

Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo

Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too

Coulda copped to a one to three do

Still took it to trial, even though I blew

Crooklyn style, that's how we do it

Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through

You know where I go, man the team come too

Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2

Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe

In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al

In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though

Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go

Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk

Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up

Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up

Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up

Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up

 

[Chorus]

 

Slippin'

[Chorus: Denaun Porter - singing]

Now don't you know that they want to, catch you

Slippin with no protection

Lead you in the wrong direction

Every nigga around you is a reflection

Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life

Cause niggaz wanna catch you slippin

(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)

They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)

 

[Lil' Kim]

No more Mrs. Nice Bitch

Niggaz done, flipped the script and got on some sheist shit

Sellin they soul when love is priceless

They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis

I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt

Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt

A street grudge put me in front of a judge

But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge

It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play

And real niggaz get railroaded everyday

Words misconstrued and used against you

Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you

World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation

A year and a day, three years probation

Public humiliation, poor representation

Guilty by association

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

I'ma stand up type, grew up in the projects

And that's worth more than material objects

A lot of things when they know you got it

You a target, and now they tryin to get in the pockets

Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit

Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip

I had to say it, cause I'm that real with it

You shinin like a star, then you gotta deal with it

And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed

Better watch it 'fore they write a book about like Superhead

Fuck 'em and leave 'em then they after your paper

Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her

See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor

Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha

All it takes is some green and your face on the screen

Fuck it, just say I took one for the team

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open

And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin

Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit

The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit

I set you up for the right piece of change

And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range

Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin

All cause some shit was blown out of proportion

Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution

Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game

It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle

Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you

Now I can see why they all on me

Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me

Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue

But the niggaz in your crew you gotta watch them too

 

[Chorus]

 

 

 

 

 

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] .. [Biggie samples to end]

 

I Know You See Me

"What you see, is what you get"

 

[Lil' Kim]

Ay - I know you see me on the screen now - riiight

I know you see me do my thing now - true

Tryin hard not to stare, actin like I wasn't there to you

Can you see me now?  Am I clear to you?

On the red carpet in Mark Jacob's clothes

You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows

In your favorite fashion magazine they feature the Queen

On the cover of Don Divas, doin spreads with Eva

When we walk down the street, dudes call us the covergirls

We stand out when we next to them other girls

I don't bend easy, budge or break

Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface

Your girl come through twirlin in droptop 'Rossa

Me and my la familia like a "Goodfellas" poster

You see I'm somethin you never seen befo'

I know you see me cause I'm somethin that you came to know, ohh

 

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]

Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls

In the town, ballin out of control

V-V-S's set in platinum and gold

Standin room only, all of my shows

Applebottom bustin out of my jeans

On the screen with the man of your dreams

Front page of your new magazines

Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch

 

[Lil' Kim]

And you should see me in the summertime, stretched out in one of my

droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline

I'm livin off of your man, he supportin ma

you'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine

While you on your grind I'm on, beachfront property

Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me

Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me

Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be

the boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest

Ball outrageous the broad is amazin

In the 6, grippin woodgrain lane changin

You coach flyin hoes need boss bitch trainin

I'm muy caliente, sizzlin hot flame

In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin

You ain't talkin millions you ain't speakin my language

The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it

 

[Chorus]

 

[Kim singing]

What you see is, is what you get

Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get

I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check

Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect?

 

[ad libs for 24 seconds]

 

[Chorus]

 

Quiet

[Chorus 2X: The Game - singing]

When the sun goes down and them guns come out

Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth

When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin

(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

 

[Lil' Kim]

Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear

All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year

With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it

How did they make it in this game for so long

I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard

I know a federal case, from a publicity charge

Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL

But hoes wanna go to COURT 'til I pay them for they NAILS

Who you tryin to be?  Man it couldn't be me

My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T

You spent your advance on your Continental T

I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee

And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER

Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER

Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE

I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material

But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible

The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you

'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical

SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul

And if I don't like you then I will pretend to

It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you

In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do

Supposed to be tough huh?  'Til them boys touch ya

Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher

I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya

Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers

You fake phony, you always was lil' homey

Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody

I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley

Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

You see it always be them ones talkin this and that

How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP

Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap

'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back

It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin

The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin

A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin

They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards

Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers

Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers

Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team

You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM

Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean

Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems

You act like you don't know what side of town this realer

Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers

 

[Chorus] - 1/2

 

Durty

[Intro: Millie Jackson]

Due to the fact that there are ,some people

Like the lady over there  said she was

Who thinks I'm dirty

I really couldn't give a shit

'Cause ya'll by my records

Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty

Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it

 

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]

While all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me

All dem a chat bout, don't even budge me cause

Mi no owe nobody no explanation

I convert it over to di almighty one

When dis bad gyal come out

We jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan't come out

some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth

some a di dutty niggaz need to jus shut dem...

 

Lil' Kim stay hot

Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foot yacht

Man this hatin' don't stop

Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me

I know my vets in the game got to feel me

'Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door

Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw

Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor

Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core

A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me

'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me

Watchin' them is like a Broadway play

Sittin' next to the Queen

Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn

Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be

I'm the reason why the game so sexy

Tha originator, tha trend creator

Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me

 

[Interlude: Millie Jackson]

I know what you mean, she's such a fuckin' lady

Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way

 

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]

Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it

Man want it, make 'im pay it down

Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it

Man want it, make 'im pay it down

 

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh

So don't preach to me 'bout singing

All I want is mah self respect

You see your words don't mean a thing

Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh

 

The feds pinched me for shootin'

But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music

This jealous muthafucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch

Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks

Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop

These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught

You see when you on top, niggaz want what you got

Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you

 

So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman

You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human

And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

I...gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad

That's just between me and mi God

And if mi waan fi shack out and gwaan like mi bad

That's just up to me

Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it

Man want it, make 'im pay it down

Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it

Mon want it, make 'im pay it down

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh

So don't preach to me 'bout singing

All I want is mah self respect

 

We Don't Give a F***

[Chorus]

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck

Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck

Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck

Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck

Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

 

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]

I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL

Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath

We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'

Honey girl Queen B double E-E

I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me

We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps

We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks

Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'

Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money

You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane

We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man

Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate

You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock

Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked

I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town

Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down

Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S

My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest

My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest

Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this

We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off

Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off

It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T

Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3: Twista]

Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust

Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club

Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut

If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit

Then I snatch that chain

When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends

And his Benz, make him cash that train

Come out the dark and get the lights on

Turn together, get it up

Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck

I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'

Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that

Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm

Well come over hear I got a little heat for that

AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump

Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip

And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk

Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves

And duct tape I can get what I want

Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches

We don't give a fuck

 

[Chorus]

 

Gimme That

Four.. three.. two.. one

 

[Chorus: Kim] + {Maino}

Gimme that good dick (give it to me) gimme that good dick (uh, uh)

Gimme that good dick (give it to me) that fine-ass good dick (yea, yea)

{Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {gimme that pussy} (yeah, yeah)

{Gimme that pussy} (give it to me) {that bomb-ass pussy}

 

[Maino]

Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me

I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me

I ain't done at one nut, bitch I dump all three

Slurp it all up when you suck on me cause see

I got the cleanest, meanest, penis

Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick

Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret

So all the hoes know my dick game quite decent

Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles

Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell

I'm the damn dude, that will ram you

so damn hard it'll leave your ass blue

Meat slinger, my meat stings ya

Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver

Want me to freak ya?  Wait for me to skeet ya

Dick comes around once again like Easter

Bitches flash me they thong and panties

Then they ask me to do the nasty

Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me

And when you pass me just holla at me and say

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Now see don't no bitch do it better than Kim

And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim

Everybody's man wanna get with Kim

If you don't believe me bitch just ask him

Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina

Even got my name on the menu at the diner

Guys extend G, with my goodies

I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies

Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after

Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra

My beehive gags ya, when it grabs ya

Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara

Boys get hooked first time they taste this

I lick dudes in all the right places

G's got cases, tempted to take this

Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists

Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and

then they ask me to do that nasty

Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me

And when you pass me just holla at me and say

 

[Chorus] - Maino first, both ad libbing throughout

 

[Maino] + (Kim)

Some like me to do 'em rough and show them

(Some niggaz like me to run and stroke them)

Some like objects down they throat and

(I get 'em all strung out and open)

Yes I wrecked 'em down to the rectum

Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em

(Pussy is power, listen man)

(My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam) That's tight

(Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams)

(Got fiends from New York to the islands) Damn

Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bedpole

Seen my dick, and thought it was the bedpole

(One dude went crazy y'all)

(Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk)

Some broads they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em

Call the ambulance man to come get 'em

(Niggaz flash me they jewels and cash and)

(then they ask me to do that nasty)

Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me

And when you pass me just holla at me and say

 

[Chorus]

 

Kitty Box

[Lil' Kim]

Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee

Lil' Kim... 7 you ready?  Good

Cause 7's my lucky number

 

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]

Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box

Wanna play for a day dad-dy?  In my kitty box

Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box

Wanna play for a day dad-dy?  In my kitty box

(My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box)

 

[Lil' Kim]

I'm goin to Miami, stylin, whylin

Shinin, in diamonds, they're sizin me up

My bikini, Gabbana, heels, Prada

You know, I like, it sexy

Boys holla when they pass me, call me and harass me

They love me cause I'm nasty, but classy

If you're ballin put your bid in, you broke, forget it

You're just another doll chasin the Kim

I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat

If you want it then you better come and get it

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in a drop

Picture Lil' Kim tan and topless on a yacht

Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy

Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties

Shirt and no panties... {*moaning*}

Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin

Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position

Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole

Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold

Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold

Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Lil' Kim's got that potion, my box'll have you open

I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean

You crave it, you want it, you want it jump up on it

So you can play in my box 'til the morning

I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning

You can play in my box until the morning

I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat

If you want it then you better come and get it

 

[Chorus]

 

Kronik

[Snoop Dogg]

Aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg

Why don'tcha blaze up some of that

sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY!

 

(Yeah Snoop, I feel you man)

(That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me)

(Somebody help me, please!)

{*somebody, somebody please*}

 

[Lil' Kim]

Tell you why I'm so damn fly

One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH

Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy)

Come and get yo' head right (nigga)

He's an addict of my pillow talk

Hourglass body and my runway walk

I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy

See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai

He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright

Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light

Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo'

Get you higher than a jar of that {??}

 

[Chorus - Snoop singing w/ help]

Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic)

{*shit's the chronic baby*}

Like a strawberry bag of weed

{*like a strawberry, bag of weed I*}

One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW!

Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep

{*she'll put yo' ass to sleep*}

{*ahh, na na*}

 

[Lil' Kim]

My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page

He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze

Pretty girl keep him home for days

Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple

Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky

Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies

Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness

I put the red light district out of business

They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal

I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel

Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake

That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache

Who's that peepin in my window

Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo

This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit

I'm the hottest product out on the market

 

[Chorus] w/ different ad libs

 

[Chorus Two - same people]

I'm addicted to the chronic

{*said I'm addicted to it, baby*}

Baby girl what'cha doin to me

{*what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me*}

Ain't nothin like the chronic

{*ain't nothin like it nah nah nah*}

She'll put yo' ass to sleep

{*she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3*}

 

[Lil' Kim]

I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice

Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price

Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice

Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim

Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns

Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend

Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard

Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl)

Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah

De ganja, sensi-milla

Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya

I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush

The chronic nigga

 

[Chorus] w/ all new ad libs

 

[Chorus Two] w/ new ad libs

 

[ad libs to fade]

 

Get Yours

[Chorus]

Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours

If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours

You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for?

Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours

If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours

You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?

Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours

 

[Lil' Kim]

Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach

Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back

Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em

Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em

Play all day on the Siruis, radio

Satellite TV, who do it like me?

In designer outfits, while sellin the tag

Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag

Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass

Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass

Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash

When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass

Number one rule, think B.I.G.

50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.

The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see

They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

 

[Chorus]

 

[Sha-Dash]

Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know

The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold

Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo'

Wanna ice grill?  Better holla at Paul Wall

Is all that called for?  Whole crew do it up

Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it up

Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star

Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car

You been with a chump pah; like Ashton

was the first one to "Punk" y'all

Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob

Like an old album, you happen to come for us

You guys get dust off

It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for

Family and friends be the only ones missin boy

Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for

Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours?

 

[Chorus]

 

[T.I.]

You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip

Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit

Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get

King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit

Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime

Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine

40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine

Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline

I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime

Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time

Other niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mine

You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine

You niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mine

Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine

Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now

Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down

 

[Chorus]

 

Last Day

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

When it's my last day, then it's my last day

But until that day, you can't take away

How they scream my name, how I pimp this game

Critically acclaimed, until my last day

 

[Lil' Kim]

Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here

Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer

I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair

Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain

Golden gates, and the brass water fountain

'Til my last day, I'm goin hard

And I ain't slowin up, 'til the Heliport's in my back yard

'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card

'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I'm from

'Til I show you how it's done, show you why I'm number one

'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet

'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check

'Til I'm at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher

With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah

In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker

'Til I'm with Jehovah it ain't over 'til it's over

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Besides God, what the fuck should I fear?

The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror

I built my career on, blood sweat and tears

And I'm still here, gettin stronger each year

Cause what don't kill me, could only help build me

I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy

If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty

If you was missin a spine you'd still have to feel me

Some came and went but your girl is everlasting

'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping)

And niggaz droppin tears on my Versace casket

And I'm, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened?

Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion

By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick

Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine

This is God's plan homey, it ain't mine

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lil' Kim]

Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb

And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be

The big Q.B., the problem in Prada

The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become

I been hated on many times, adored and idolized

Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line

It's all there in black and white, read it and weep

I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street

Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day

My actions spoke louder than whatever they say

Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time

So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind

So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics

I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets

Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome

I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me

 

[Chorus]


Track List:

Spell Check

Lighters Up

Shut up Bitch

Whoa

Slippin'

All Good

I Know You See Me

Quiet

Durty

We Don't Give a F***

Gimme That

Kitty Box

Kronik

Get Yours

Last Day

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