[Chorus: Lil´ Kim]
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My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
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Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no
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In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
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Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat´s like whoa whoa whoa
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[Lil´ Kim]
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Fresh out the federal building
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To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings
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It´s the black widow, call me Miss White
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I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
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Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right
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Back with a classic, now gimme six mics
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Can´t reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
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Man I do´s it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes
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Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I´m more like Malcolm X
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Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
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Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect
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My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don´t wanna see you stressed
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Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor
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Told you I´m the same bitch from the escalator
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And I ain´t trippin off you rats and investigators
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Get your envelopes, time to address the haters
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[Chorus]
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[Lil´ Kim]
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Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos
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So we can all cop dreams like Pacino´s
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Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos
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The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino
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We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man
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Won´t stop, can´t gotta keep it goin man
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See I do it for the fans, they´ll never understand
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While they goin off course, me I´m stickin to the plan
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Feel the movement, it´s a whole new crew
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FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
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Them faggots done did somethin that they cain´t undo
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Whoever ridin with ´em they can get one too
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Coulda copped to a one to three do
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Still took it to trial, even though I blew
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Crooklyn style, that´s how we do it
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Ill gangsters and ain´t got to prove it
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[Chorus]
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[Lil´ Kim]
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Now a party ain´t a party ´til the Queen come through
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You know where I go, man the team come too
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Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
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Lil´ Kim´s that girl, even got her own shoe
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In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al
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In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
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Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go
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Then I showed the hood the world ain´t just made for rich folk
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Get´cha little dance up, BK stand up
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Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up
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Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
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Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up
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[Chorus]
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WHOA
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Lil Kim |