[Angie Martinez:]
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It’s funny ‘cause, you know, we’ve been asking people what they wanted to know.
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I mean, clearly, you’ve been having this thing with Kim.
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And I don’t know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you’re a rapper ?
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and I’m thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming -
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even though you say it’s not specifically about her - that Roman’s Revenge is for Kim.
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[Nicki Minaj:]
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Umm, you know, she just really jumped and you gotta be careful when you pick fights.
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And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know ?
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[Lil' Kim:]
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SHUT THE FUCK UP!
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[Lil' Kim:]
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Who the fuck want war?
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Fed-Ex beef straight to your front door.
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It'll be a murder scene,
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I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th.
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Aight you Lil’ Kim clone clown,
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All this buffoonery shit stops now.
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Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud,
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I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage.
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We all know your last name's what got you your job,
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You's a put together gimmick, somethin’ like a collage.
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Since you're putting on a show you gon’ get the applause -
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Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah)
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This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for --
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This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for.
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I'm still counting what Hard Core generated.
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Bet my shit keep spendin’ like a syndicated.
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Corny broad, I leave you bloody like you menstruated.
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You hot air ass bitch shoulda BEEN deflated.
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This ain't a championship fight, I BEEN the greatest.
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See the fact is... what you doin’, I did it.
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You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it.
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That's cool, I was the first one wit it -
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You's a Lil’ Kim wannabe, you just hate to admit it.
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I'm the blueprint; you ain't nothin' brand new,
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Check your posters and videos,
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you'll always be number two.
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I seen ‘em come, I seen’ em go, still I remain.
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Sweetie, you goin' on your 14th minute of fame,
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I’m over 10 years strong still running the game
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Cut the comparisons I’m in the legendary lane.
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Fighting for the spot? Child please, I’m solidified.
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With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried.
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Either you high or sippin’ that shit Wayne on
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I get top dollar for whateva my name on
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Go stick your head in a tomato - brainstorm.
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I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm.
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Black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto,
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Giuseppes when I step out, post it up in stilettos.
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Pussy so pink like my Kitty sayin’ Hello,
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If I whistle they’ll pistol whip you in all five boroughs.
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I’m from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably.
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Now who pumped you and told you to come rump wit me?
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You the type to run your mouth and then run from me
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I’m poppin’ off in your hood wit no company.
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Come on, Queens ain’t showin’ you no love,
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I was there the other night poppin’ bottles with a thug.
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You like Washington. Heifer, I’m Benji.
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You got a buzz right now, and I had a frenzy.
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Oh yeah, welcome to the fam… Fendi.
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You needa stop, you’re not hot, you’re a burning match
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That means the end is near soon, copy that?
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Ho, I see...they really got you gassed
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Like I’m a thing of the past.
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Better slow down, dummy, you ‘bout to crash
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STINK PUSSY HO! I’m giving you a bath,
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Thermometer in hand and I’m comin’ for your ass.
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Who you think you gettin’ past?
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‘I see right through you,’ your whole shit is made of glass.
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[Snippet of Nicki Minaj’s "Right Thru Me" plays]
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I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn Borough bitch,
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Rep for my borough bitch,
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Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit.
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I ride out ‘til the wheels fall off
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And my niggas squeeze ‘til the last shell go off.
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Fuck your whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos.
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You’s a airhead bitch... scarecrow.
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Ha, ain’t nothing old ‘bout my money bitch. (Ha ha)
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This is grown liquid assets.
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Benjamin’s my daddy, you Young Money bastards!
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You and Diddy? Sorry, bunch of swaggerjackers.
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I mothered you hos, I should claim you on my income taxes.
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Bobby Fisch in the flesh, talk about a great.
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| So on my next move, I’m yelling checkmate |
