[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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Brooklyn 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 out to a one to three do
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Still took it to trial, even though I blew
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Brooklyn style, that's how we do it
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real 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 |