f/ Jay-Z
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[Lil' Kim]
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Listen to the don
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There's nothing you can do
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To make me run away from this game here, this game here
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And there is no emcee
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To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
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Yes I'm telling you from the start
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I will break your little heart (uh huh)
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There's nothing you can do
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So just respect the don
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There is no word you can say
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That it would offend the Kim no, better listen
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I'm gonna, murder them, murder them
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Any competition I'm gon' murder them
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I'm gonna, blow off they whip
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blow off they whip
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All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip
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When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit
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When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics
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But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this
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I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
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See, I ain't got all day
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Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay
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Got things to do and places to be
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I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me
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Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
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The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here
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[Jay-Z]
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All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov'
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Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
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Five nigga, volume two
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Dogs who be grinnin, then they
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Try to get out of line, four cases pendin'
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Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
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Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
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It's Jay everyday, no days off
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No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off
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You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably
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Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)
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I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone
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Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
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Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
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You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
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Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
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Little fucks you, go play
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PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
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L-Y-N, stay out my way
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Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
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I to the M, B.I. to the end
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Chorus:
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[The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
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Pardon my French, but uh
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Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
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Weak emcees, with these
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Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
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You niggas sound like me
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Pardon my French, but uh
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Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
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Weak emcees
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Y'all niggas got some audacity
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You sold a million, now you half of me
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Get off my dick, kick it bitch
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[Lil' Kim]
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Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky
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Haters watch your back
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We might bust one in ya eye
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It's going down tonight
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So don't get outta line
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Enough men've tri-ed
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But 'nuff men-a di-ed
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Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
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Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
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What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
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With this Brooklynite bandit
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Blow you off the planet
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This girl, never troubled no-one
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But if you trouble this girl
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It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
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What a bum bum
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Repeat chorus til fade w/ Kim:
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Bum bum BI bum bum
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What a bum bum
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What a bum bum
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Queen Bitch 2 (Remix)
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Lil' Kim |