I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must
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Kim blow past hoes tell 'em 'Eat my dust'
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Cause um, I gets busy with my bad ass
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Straight from Brook-lawn, Vietnam, Baghdad
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Cause I'm a get you high like that stick-icky one time
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One verse from the Queen is like sniffin' a line
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Higher than a fever, ya best believe her
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This young viva senorita flow tighter than a two-seater
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Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' these haters like a waitress
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Back to the basics
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I got the game in a chokehold, better take a No-Doze
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Sleepin' on Kim is a no-no (UGH)
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The capital Q-B, now take it to the E-E
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I'm bringin' things to light but you still can't see me
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I flows like the monthly you can't cramp my style
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Can't take the pain here's a Motrin child
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You already know it's Ms. G.O.A.T
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Numero U-N-O, now here we go
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I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
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But still I
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(Rock on with ya bad self)
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I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
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But still I
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(Rock on with ya bad self)
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Think ya hotter than me? YALL STUPID
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Ain't no doubt about it I'm the UNDISPUTED
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Lyrical champion, dough I stack it
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My verse crazy I write with stray jackets
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You can't hack it, some try to backstab
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I drive by them haters while they try to flag cabs
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Hate to brag but fuck it why shouldn't I
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'Gini with the top off, why wouldn't I
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I was tought by the streets so how couldn't I
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See right pass niggas like BIG's crooked eye
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BOOM! BAM! GOT DAYYMMM!
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I'm hittin' so hard I be shakin' the land
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KIM GET IT CRUNK
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Like the speakers in ya trunk, got you feelin' drunk
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Off the rhythm that I give 'em
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Spit that venom, in 'em, honey girl be killin 'em
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Yea, I put that on my unborn kids
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Kim run this shit, man you know what it is
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I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
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But still I
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(Rock on with ya bad self)
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I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
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But still I
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(Rock on with ya bad self)
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Rock On Wit Yo Bad Self
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| Lil' Kim |
