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Aunt Dot
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[Lil' Kim]
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.. My Aunt Dot
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left a glock and some blood on my sheets
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Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
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Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
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Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
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What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
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Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
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I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*}
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To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
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Who are you?
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[Lil' Shanice]
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Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
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[Lil' Kim]
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She called me by my government name, Kimberly
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Who sent you?
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[Lil' Shanice]
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My mom sent me; her name is Dottie
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She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie
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[Lil' Kim]
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Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly
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She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
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Bavari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose
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and I could see she was admiring my Minski suit
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Then she handed me the note
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[Lil' Shanice]
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Here - read this
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[Lil' Kim]
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I just stared her up and down
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cause I couldn't believe this - then I opened it
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It said, "Bitches is out to get you;
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your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz.
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I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends.
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They know where you live, so evacuate the crib.
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And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice.
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Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her.
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Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol -
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and tomorrow is her first violin recital,
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and she would be more than happy if you could take her.
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Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later."
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Damn.. what went wrong?
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Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs?
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Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
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If this was a show, y'all hoes would get "gonged"
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Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
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What the fuck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on
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What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future
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to bring back your head like Medusa
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Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X)
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Girls be actin stink, and mad funny
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Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
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Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
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I know it hurts.. (I'm killin y'all)
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[Lil' Kim]
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Uhhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
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It's snowin and I'm tryin to put the whole shit together
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How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
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and dress like me, and look like me
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and Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
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Askin me for money, day in - day out
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And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
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She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
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C'mon Shanice I'm takin you to my house in L. Conn.
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(I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine
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[Lil' Shanice]
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C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
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600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies
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Crazy baguettes in my barettes; and,
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H-class rocks inside my baby G shop
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Fuck Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes!
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But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls
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Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
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Versace hottie in designer clothes
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Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us
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Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus
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I'm the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E
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but all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
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What what? I like the green, know what I mean?
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Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I come cleaner
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[Lil' Kim]
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You know what? I like you; little big person
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but rule number one - no cursin
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Anyway, what you know about that?
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You too young for that, when I was your age
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I woulda got hung for that
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Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
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so she could fill me in a little more about the plot
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Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two
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"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
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Why these bitches buggin out;
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I mean, what's this all about?
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"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
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They don't want you to win no more
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Soul Train they don't want you to attend no more
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And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
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The other day, when I was comin out the grocery store
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I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
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For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
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At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
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Through her in my backseat,
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then I dumped her on a dead-end street
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The other two? Yeah they still linger
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But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
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so just pray I come home
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and when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
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Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother
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It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
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Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin white, no sex
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And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
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Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
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is the reason why the story is to be continued..
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Chorus
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Aunt Dot
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| lil` kim |
