featuring Puff Daddy
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[Puff Daddy]
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Ladies and gentleman
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(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
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One-two, this thing on right here
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(We ain't gonna stop)
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Can y'all hear me out there?
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(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
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Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
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(It's our time)
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I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
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[Lil' Kim]
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Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
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I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
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Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
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I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
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You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
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Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
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Who me? That's none of your concern
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Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
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Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
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Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
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If you only knew like Aaliyah
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How your man be hawking me and stalking me
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When he fucking you he see me
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Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey
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Easy, believe me, my words is credible
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Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
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Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
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Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
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1 - [Lil' Kim]
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I guess you know by now who's number one
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Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
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(Number one)
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So if you got beef better think again
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(Number one)
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Cause you can't win
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(You can't win)
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Repeat 1
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Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
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Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
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I moved on to bigger and better things
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Y'all still making minimum wage
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First on stage, like the ever I graze
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Leave you amazed
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And keep the fifth by the rib cage
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All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
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Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
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You's a gangster, prove it
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Wanna shoot me, do it
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That's word than Jerry McGuire
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I'll set that ass on fire
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That's how you work with barbed wire
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Carve my name in your face
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Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
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Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme
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Cocoa butter creme
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That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
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Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
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Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
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I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
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Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
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Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating
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Repeat 1 (2x)
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[Lil' Kim]
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It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
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Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
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I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
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Nothing left to do
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Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
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Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
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P Diddy introduced me to the business side
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Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
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That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
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Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
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Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
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Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
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I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
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On the countdown, don't make me laugh
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Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
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They say we twins then I'm the better half
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I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
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This court is adjourned
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And now it's your turn bitch
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Repeat 1 (2x)
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[Puff Daddy]
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Can you feel me?
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I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
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I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
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It's not a game, we're back
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And this time we're not going anywhere
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Number one, that's my bitch
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Recognize! Ya feel me?
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Who's Number One?
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| Lil' Kim |
