[Lil' Kim]
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Yeah how many haters can stand the rain
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(Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now)
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This is only a test
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La la la la la
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(What We told you it was comin')
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La la la La la la la la
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(We in front of the scenes
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and in back of the scenes
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so what you gon do now)
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La la la
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[Lil' Kim]
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Bitches wanna front on me
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But know not to come to me
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I keep ten glocks
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Ten rotts up in front of me (grr)
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Like they sprayin' sumthin' (Sprayin' sumthin')
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Like they sayin' sumin (Sayin sumthin')
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I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' (What)
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My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four
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Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow
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Thanks to Taebo
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I'm thirty two and O
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When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
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Two for five spots
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I tear the rocks out
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Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here)
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Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin' assholes)
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My revolver is a quick problem solver
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Don't never think I'm slippin' (Why)
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Bitch I ain't dumb
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I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
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Hatin ass niggas
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I treat you like a bitch
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Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
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I got warriors that's three time felons
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Leave ya body swellin'
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Leakin from ya melon
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And it ain't no tellin' when the bodies start smellin'
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Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
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The guns and thing you sing about bring em out
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Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought
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I'm a millionaire
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I ain't rhymin for the cash
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I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass
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[Larc Banger]
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All ya'll niggas is narrow straight parrel
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Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel
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(Swallow it)
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Criminal I ain't tryna battle
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(Neva dat) on a ground or gravel
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Through four make the hollows travel
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[Mr. Bristal]
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I got Montana nines more tangled lines
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Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line
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I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine
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Can't jack mine
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I'm one of a kind
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[Larc Banger]
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Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro
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You sleep with your eyes close
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Might as well be blind fold
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See how much my nine hold blast my one
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Dos tres to the cuatro cinco
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Reload bitch
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[Mr. Bristal]
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How you want it
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Head or gut
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You soft like baby butt (I like that)
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When these Brooklyn niggas come threw
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Their jewels they tuck
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For what
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Intimidated how we hop out the truck
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Or the S type Jag
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Y'all niggas straight fag
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[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
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This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
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Ridin round town with gun in masses
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Copped out the ten years but only had six
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All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
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[Lil' Kim]
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This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
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Settin niggas up for all they stashes
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Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
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Nasty hoes who take it in they asses
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[Lil' Cease]
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I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from
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I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum
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I'm far from a lame you will never see me run
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You know how we do it beef jump into it
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M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron
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Nine millimeter team
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Mack 11 mobs men
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Who said we ain't rich
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Kim's bling cost a fortune
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Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin
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From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin
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Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin
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Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin
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Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die
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Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go
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Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe
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Where you start is where you finish at
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Show y'all the meanin of fam
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Remember dat
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[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
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This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
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Ridin round town with gun in masses
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Copped out the ten years but only had six
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All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch
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[Lil' Kim]
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This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
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Settin niggas up for all they stashes
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Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
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Nasty hoes who take it in they asses
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Chinatown (feat. Lil' Kim & Junior MAFIA)
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DJ Clue |