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Lil' Kim]
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S-W nine millimeter, check
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Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
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Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
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Alright Puff, I'm ready to go
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Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
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(Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro
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You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
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Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana
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Here take it - in case I don't make it
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cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it
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The way I see it, mmm, sexual
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In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
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Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake
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One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
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Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
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and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me
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And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch
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and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics
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And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him
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And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA
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Chorus: Grace Jones
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Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..
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Lose control.. got nowhere to go..
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[Lil' Kim]
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I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle
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I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple
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[Lil' Cease]
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A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit
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Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit
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You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
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I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave
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They at this resteraunt that serve African food
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where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
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You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana
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Half-African but she looked like Madonna
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Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
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I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
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And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak
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I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep
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and she the one who told me where these cats is at
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I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon!
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Chorus
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[Lil' Kim]
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Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh
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We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
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Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)
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The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches
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(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
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I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz"
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And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up
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I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup
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And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
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Them niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie
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Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
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Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
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All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles
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Cut his head off, masochist style
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Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
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When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese
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My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
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Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider
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And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
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I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick
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And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
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We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum
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Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
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Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then
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My trigger finger started itchin
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Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
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and next second, you missed it
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Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July
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Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
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I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
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Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
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One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty
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(Here, I only got one shot left!)
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But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death
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but he was helpless,
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this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis
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Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)
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Revolution
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| lil` kim |
