Queen Bitch - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Nashiem Myrick, Kimberly Jones, Carlos Broady

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Lyric:
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge hammers, bitch with that platinum grammar

I am a diamond cluster hustler queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch, clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it

I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M and M's
Roll with the Mafia remember them?
Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up apostles, now strictly niggaz that jostle

Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better
Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin' my pussy while I watch cartoons

Seat the loon, rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive

The Mafia you wanna be 'em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch

Uhh, who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'
Roll with niggaz that be thuggin', buggin'
In the tunnel in Eso's, sippin' espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the Lucci Creno

I used to wear Moscino but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
You think you greater, uh

You niggaz got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch

Check my pitch or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock

Sippin' Ziffendales, up in Chippendale's
Shop in Blooming dales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has, no problems spittin' cream with my team
Shit's straight like nine fifteen, you know what I mean?

Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin' my rolex rich shit, I'm rich
I'ma stay that bitch

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Suck My Dick - Lyrics - Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Suck My Dick
Album: Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Norman Glover, Christopher Wallace, Kimberley Jones, Carl Thompson, Sean Combs, Reginald Ellis, R Salas, Donalds Roger Troutman, Morgan Shirley Murdock, Larry Troutman

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Lyric:
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh

To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes
Used to sellin' clothes
And all my ghetto bitches in the projects
Coming through like bulldozers, no, we ain't sober
Bum bitches know better than to start shit, niggas love a hard bitch
One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema

Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar, kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never coming home
Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits
What? I'm loving this shit, queen bitch
What bitch you know can thug it like this?

Imagine if I was a dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached
Yeah nigga, picture that
I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us
No doubt
Come here so I can bust in your mouth

(Ay yo, come here bitch)
Nigga fuck you
(No, fuck you bitch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a bitch?)
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was a dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

(Ay yo, come here bitch)
Nigga fuck you
(No, fuck you bitch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a bitch?)
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was a dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

No, no, no, no, all I wanna do is get my pussy sucked
Count a million bucks in the back of a armor truck
While I get you fucked up off the T O N Y
The BX, the chron-chron, the list goes on and on
On and on and on
Like Erykah Badu, once he drink the Remi down

Ooh I got this nigga now, he asked me did I love him
I said what came to mind like niggas be doing
Yeah baby, I love you long time
Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya
I might not even fuck ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head

Got the cam cord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
He can't wait to show my girls, he sucked the piss out my pussy
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the queen and you'll know how to mack this
Niggas know he gave me all this cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face

(Ay yo, come here bitch)
Nigga fuck you
(No, fuck you bitch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a bitch?)
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was a dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

(Ay yo, come here bitch)
Nigga fuck you
(No, fuck you bitch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a bitch?)
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was a dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

I'm a keep it real, for the dough I might kill
I'm try to see my face on a hundred dollar bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance
Cum all on his pants, I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio

I said, "Wow, who's the other guy?"
Hope you know you paying extra for this fuckin' third eye
Something about him
I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth
Fool, give me my money

He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick
All they can do for me is suck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none

(Ay yo, come here bitch)
Nigga fuck you
(No, fuck you bitch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a bitch?)
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was a dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

(Ay yo, come here bitch)
Nigga fuck you
(No, fuck you bitch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a bitch?)
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was a dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

(Ay yo, come here bitch)
Nigga fuck you
(No, fuck you bitch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a bitch?)
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was a dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

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I Know You See Me - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: I Know You See Me
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Anthony Hester, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
I'm as real as real can get
As real can get, get
What you see is what you get

Ay, I know you see me on the screen now, right
I know you see me do my thing now, true
Tryin' hard not to stare, actin' like I wasn't there for you
Can you see me now? Am I clear to you?

On the red carpet in Mark Jacob's clothes
You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows
In your favorite fashion magazine, they feature the Queen
On the cover of Don Divas, doin' spreads with Eva

When we walk down the street, dudes call us the cover girl
We stand out when we next to them other girls
I don't bend easy, budge or break
Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface

Your girl come through twirlin' in drop top 'Rossa'
Me and my la familia like a 'Goodfellas' poster
You see I'm somethin' you never seen befo'
I know you see me 'cause I'm somethin' that you came to know, oh

(I know you see me)
Dipped fresh, hoppin' out of a Rolls
(I know you see me)
In the town, ballin' out of control

(I know you see me)
V V S's set in platinum and gold
(I know you see me)
Standin' room only, all of my shows

(I know you see me)
Applebottom bustin' out of my jeans
(I know you see me)
On the screen with the man of your dreams

(I know you see me)
Front page of your new magazines
(I know you see me)
Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch

And you should see me in the summertime
Stretched out in one of my drop tops
All you hip-hop bitches borderline
(I know you see me)
I'm livin' off of your man, he supportin' ma

You'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine
While you on your grind I'm on, beach front property
Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me
(I know you see me)
Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me

Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be
The boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest
Ball outrageous the broad is amazin'
In the 6, grippin' woodgrain lane changin'

You coach flyin' hoes need boss bitch trainin'
I'm muy caliente sizzlin' hot flame
(I know you see me)
In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin'
You ain't talkin' millions, you ain't speakin' my language
The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it

(I know you see me)
Dipped fresh, hoppin' out of a Rolls
(I know you see me)
In the town, ballin' out of control

(I know you see me)
V V S's set in platinum and gold
(I know you see me)
Standin room only, all of my shows

(I know you see me)
Applebottom bustin' out of my jeans
(I know you see me)
On the screen with the man of your dreams

(I know you see me)
Front page of your new magazines
(I know you see me)
Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch

What you see is what you get
Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get
(What you see is what you get)

I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check
Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect?
(What you see is what you get)

What you see, what you see
What you see is what you get
What you see, what you see
What you see is what you get

(I know you see me)
Dipped fresh, hoppin' out of a Rolls
(I know you see me)
In the town, ballin' out of control

(I know you see me)
V V S's set in platinum and gold
(I know you see me)
Standin room only, all of my shows

(I know you see me)
Applebottom bustin' out of my jeans
(I know you see me)
On the screen with the man of your dreams

(I know you see me)
Front page of your new magazines
(I know you see me)
Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch

What you see, what you see
What you see is what you get

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Queen Bitch 2 (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch 2 (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Queen Bitch Part Ii [Remix] - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch Part Ii [Remix]
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Queen Bitch Ii - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch Ii
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch, come on, yeah, uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit

Every thing you heard yo that's my word
You play the herd and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine dimes with his and her furs

Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh now we returned

To whom it may concern when you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are, wanna battle? Better call
An end to all that shit you legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes

It's the original and everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable

Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many bitches just be licking the dick

And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing the shower pissing
All up in your mouth what? You think I'm kidding?

'Cause everything we do we got a right to
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

You must be out your mind or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby

Oh yeah and by the way, you got one more day
All you got to pay boo you got something to say
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long wrong bitch

Got nothing but love but when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs and we put on them gloves
Commence to licking slugs you ain't giving up
More bags zipping up, fake thug, nigga what?

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these weak Emcee's
With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em like
I see 'em G, y'all niggas sound like me

Pardon my French but uh sometimes
I get kind of peeved at these week Emcee's
You niggas got some audacity you sold a million
Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch

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Can'T F**K With Queen Bee - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Can'T F**K With Queen Bee
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Paul Anthony George, Susaye Greene, June Deniece Williams, Lucien J. George, Nathan Watts, Gerard R. Charles, Hugh Clarke, Kimberly Jones, Curtis T. Bedeau, Brian P. George, Henry James Redd, Estate Of Christopher Wa

Lyric:
It's a new day and all you gossipin' backstabbin' habitual haters
You're all history, history
So you can hate or hail the queen, all hail, the queen
But it don't matter, but it don't matter
'Cause you ain't got nuttin' for us, you ain't got nothin' for us
So as long as you live, remember this

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Don't be mad, I can't put this money in a casket
I can't put these cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I die

I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
I know, you wishin' that you wrote this song
But these same words comin' from you, would be a joke
You better off takin' heed from your boy Jada

I know you, hate dyin' but you gon' die a hater
I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y'all nearsighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light baby, watch 'em glow

Red yellow and green don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
From hardcore to notorious y'all studied my flow and still

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Whether ya, slingin' the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this queen bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry, down to wall street they ask

What is she like, what does she need?
What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please
Be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires in this whole world oh

Just 'cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
You ain't gotta be filthy rich but you can't be cheap
I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the street

He gotta have security, power and wealth
'Cause I can do bad by my God damn self
And if you spiritual, got a good heart
And can make me laugh and can fuck

You can get with queen bee, y'all can get with queen bee
Queen bee, yeah, ye, yeah queen bee
Take you to ecstasy, she gon' take y'all to ecstasy
Ecstasy, do it to 'em queen bee, ecstasy
Yeah, it's yo' time baby, it's yo' time girl

Ain't nuttin' gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer and richer
So like it or not, I am who I am
When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
Now take it to the bridge

Don't that feel good?
Full force sing the break one more time, come on, come on
Don't that sound so nice?

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

You can't fuck with queen bee, queen bee, queen bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Gotta let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know bee
Can't see the queen, give it to 'em bee
Queen bee, give it to 'em bee
Queen bee, yea yea, yeah
Governor

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My Wife, My Bitch, My Girl - Lyrics - Everready: The Religion - Tech N9ne

Title: My Wife, My Bitch, My Girl
Album: Everready: The Religion
Artist: Tech N9ne
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Aaron Dontez Yates

Lyric:
Real cocky
Real sloppy
Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me

Super star style
Whoop the are pounds
Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large crowds
Yes we are foul and we rich now

Used to be all of me, but it's all on the bitch now
They wanna get me stuck, they comin' into my world
It's too late I got my wife, my bitch, my girl

I was nineteen, met a nice queen
Car was light green, naughty as ice cream
But she too jealous nickaleas
Sort of ridiculous with the liffa kickin' it

We can never be inconspicuous, my bitch
Rolls with me, it's so sickly in love with me
But she give me Felicia 'ol hickeys
But go get me in the wee hours to get me slow quickies
So sticky, roll with my homies she so shifty, my wife

Married a monsta, carried a youngsta
Said if you cheated, it will come back to hunt ya
She said my filthy world, makes her wanna hurl
And that's my first verse, my wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go and blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip, but two had just mo lip
But three I just can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

Got a nice anus and it's right, ain't it?
Can't really touch it durin' the day but in the night, tame it
Usin' fight language when she take inches
Great bitches gettin' busy on the weight benches, my bitch

Got a big butt, a big slut who get bucks
You might look up and get your chick sucked
'Cause she's bi sex, keep her thighs wet
Spontaneous I don't know what we gonna try next, my wife

Go a ghetto booty like Naomi, I'ma tell you like Jayo say
All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
And all my bitches wearin' apple bottom jeans
My wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

If one's trippin', the other's for fun flippin', you coo
She run's limpin', you end up with funds missin', you foo
Come wicked your women become vicious and cruel
Dump checkin' to [Incomprehensible] with some check's and you lose

Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin'
I done challenged the way of mystical powers and [Incomprehensible]
I can silence an egotistical chick in a fight
I'm defiant with an evil twist my girl, my bitch and my wife

Ain't no bitch on this planet that is a match for me
They get sick and they stand it 'cause Nina packs the three
Have to be, crash to see if natural cause a catastrophe
Exactaly, my wife don't like me, my bitch get's hyphy, my girl

Might knife me twice just to spite me, my wife
If I break her heart, my bitch
It'll rip her apart, my girl
But I'm the smarter y'all, my wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch

One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

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Queen Bitch Pt. Ii - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Queen Bitch Pt. Ii
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Julian Garfield, Kim Jones, Nash Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Sean Combs, Carlos Daronde Broady, Calvin Broady

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Lyric:
Listen to the don
There's nothing you can do
To make me run away from this game here, this game here
And there is no emcee
To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you from the start
I will break your little heart (uh huh)
There's nothing you can do
So just respect the don
There is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, better listen

I'm gonna, murder them, murder them
Any competition I'm gon' murder them
I'm gonna, blow off they whip
Blow off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip
When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit
When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this
I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I ain't got all day
Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay
Got things to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here

All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov'
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, four cases pendin'
Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
It's Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off
You wanna rock with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
Little fucks you, go play
PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
L-Y-N, stay out my way
Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end

Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Y'all niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch

Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky
Haters watch your back
We might bust one in ya eye
It's going down tonight
So don't get outta line
Enough men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the planet
This girl, never troubled no-one
But if you trouble this girl
It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
What a bum bum

Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Y'all niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch

Bum bum BI bum bum
What a bum bum
What a bum bum

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Can'T Fuck With Queen Bee - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Can'T Fuck With Queen Bee
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Paul Anthony George, Susaye Greene, June Deniece Williams, Lucien J. George, Nathan Watts, Gerard R. Charles, Hugh Clarke, Kimberly Jones, Curtis T. Bedeau, Brian P. George, Henry James Redd, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
It's a new day
And all you gossipin' backstabbin' habitual haters
You're all history
So you can hate or hail the Queen
But it don't matter
'Cause you ain't got nuttin' for us
So as long as you live, remember this

You can't fuck with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Oh don't be mad, I can't put this money in a casket
I can't put these cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I die
I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin' that you wrote this song
But these same words comin' from you would be a joke
You better off takin' heed from your boy Jada
I know you hate dyin' but you gon' die a hater

I've got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y'all near sighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light, baby watch 'em glow
Red yellow and green, don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine, I just get better with time
From 'Hardcore' to 'Notorious' you studied my flow and still

You can't fuck with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
All you haters will see, see, see

Oh whether ya, slingin' the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry down to Wall Street
They ask "What is she like, what does she need?
What is her type? I wanna give it to her
Tell her please, be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires in this whole world"

Just 'cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
You ain't gotta be filthy rich but you can't be cheap
I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
Gotta strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
'Cause I can do bad by my goddamn self
And if you spiritual, got a good heart and can make me laugh
And can fuck

You can get with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
Take you to ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy

Ain't nuttin' gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer and richer
So like it or not, I am who I am
When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
Now take it to the bridge

Baye ya da, da, da da dah
Don't that feel good?
Full force sing the break one more time, c'mon, c'mon
Baye ya da, da, da da dah
Don't that sound so nice?

You can't fuck with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
All you haters will see, see, ecstasy

You can get with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
Take you to ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy

Gotta let 'em know
Let 'em know
Can't see the Queen, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
Governor

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Shoot The Runner - Lyrics - Empire - Kasabian

Title: Shoot The Runner
Album: Empire
Artist: Kasabian
Composer(s): Christopher Karloff, Sergio Pizzorno

Lyric:
Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner
I'm a king and she's my queen
Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner
I'm a king and she's my queen

Dream, dream again in your way
Always knew that you would
Lose yourself to the scene
Am I only a dream

Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner
I'm a king and she's my queen, bitch

Bang, bang away on my chain
(My chain)
Always know that I can
Get your ass to the floor
Absinthe make you a whore

Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner
I'm a king and she's my queen
Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner
I'm the king and she's my queen, bitch

There's, there's no cover in here
Having sex in the snow
All things gone with the past
Lose your taste like the rest

And you're my queen, that's it
Shoot shoot the runner
'Cause I'm a king and you're my queen, bitch

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Tha Beehive - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Tha Beehive
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Ray Evans, Kimberly Jones, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo

Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all y'all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business

You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the AIDS needle and piss in your mouth

I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the poster girl at 718

Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina

It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack

And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper class section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection

Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my babies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet

I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness

Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front

Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out

'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes

Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Meltin' my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, helpin' you swim

You better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of y'all, puttin' eight in your grave

'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction your head
(Beehive)

See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet
(Beehive)

And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head

I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop

Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk about ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive

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B - Movie Scream Queen - Lyrics - Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls - Murderdolls

Title: B - Movie Scream Queen
Album: Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls
Artist: Murderdolls
Composer(s): Nathan J Jordison, Joseph Poole

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Lyric:
Another dead girl on the tube
She?s my Lilly Munster crawling from her tomb
Dark black circles around her eyes
Cold dead lips and a crooked spine
She?s the living dead, she?s a ghoulish fiend
She?s the deadest girl of my dreams
Living her is like a lobotomy
A late night creature feature starring you and me

She?s evil as she wants to be
She?s evil and she?s meant for me

She?s a B-movie scream queen
My monster girl on the screen
She?s a B-Movie scream queen
Oh yeah, oh no

Welcome to my nightmare face down in the dirt
The bride of Frankenstein in a mini-skirt
And where she?s going they don?t know
But it?s going direct to video
Smile for the camera, open up your eyes
My monster girl?s too dead to die
She?s evil walking on the silver screen
She scares me to death but that?s what I need

She?s evil as she wants to be
She?s evil and she?s meant for me

She?s a B-movie scream queen
My monster girl on the screen
She?s a B-Movie scream queen
Oh yeah, oh no

She?s a B-movie scream queen
My monster girl on the screen
She?s a B-Movie scream queen
Oh yeah, oh no

My Morticia, the one for me
My Lilly Munster, pale as can be
My Vampira, my wicked bitch
My Elvira, getting so lovesick

She?s evil as she wants to be
She?s evil and she?s meant for me

She?s a B-movie scream queen
My monster girl on the screen
She?s a B-Movie scream queen
Oh yeah, oh no

She?s a B-movie scream queen
My monster girl on the screen
She?s a B-Movie scream queen
Oh yeah, oh no

She?s a B-Movie queen
My living dead evil thing
She?s a B-Movie queen
Oh yea, oh no

I said oh no

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Single Black Female - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Single Black Female
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Martin Russell Ditcham, Mario Skeeter Winans, Kimberly Jones, Helen Folasade Adu

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
B I G, rock-rock on

Uh, huh, and it don't stop
Yeah, yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
Queen Bee, rock-rock on

Sometimes a gal forget cout
Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof
Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that
She rap but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks

Your career is on the rocks again
Yeah, I'm back on top, what?
You forgot Queen Bitch, W W W dot com
Read the 27th Psalm, sing along

The Lord is the light of my salvation
Thou shall fear when He calls
So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood
Y'all all will stumble and fall

Still that's not all, bitches have the gaul
To be writin' my rhymes, said B I G write my rhymes
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, y'all bitches seekin' publishing checks

If I tell ya, if I tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, would you keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)

If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer
Haters, if that don't please ya, I don't need ya
Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo
Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas
Yeah, I see y'all

Colorful minks and things
Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings
Once, got to switch my pitch up
Pin-stripped suits with gauders with vests
Black pearls around the neck

Come on, y'all chicks can't be serious
How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious
Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble
You can never be me, you can only resemble

Copped the presidential suites for weeks, y'all just a day out
One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, y'all bitches on them publishing checks

If I tell ya, I tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, would you keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)

If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

Stop wastin' all of your time
Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin'
Don't you know that she's the Queen
Why can't you see? Y'all should just believe
Everytime she tells you

If I talk freaky, then that's my business
If I dress freaky, then that's my business
Got folks praticin' how to spit like this
Sexy C E O makin' hits like this

Huh? I know you pissed, but take some advice from me
In five years, you'll be as nice as me
But right now, nah, y'all ain't ready
I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy

If I tell ya, I tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, would keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)

If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel
([Incomprehensible])
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

If I tell ya, I tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, would keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)

If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel
([Incomprehensible])
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

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Wut U Niggas Want - Lyrics - Gangsta Boo

Title: Wut U Niggas Want
Artist: Gangsta Boo
Composer(s): Woody Cunningham, Lola Mitchell

Lyric:
Yo, hangin' low, chiefin' high
Time to make you haters cry
Circulatin' gossip 'bout the lady you deserve to die
Memphis Queen will set it off

Never ever play me soft
Always 'bout my business, be a witness while I write you off
Please stop beepin' me, since I fuck you won't stop beepin' me
Is it cause you sippin' on that syrup or takin' ecstasy?

I don't wanna play wit you, Mrs. Villain Gangsta Boo
Got no time for you cause I be busy with my fuckin' crew
Out to get some paper and you know just how the ball bounce
Yellin' fuck a hater, blowin' hydro smoke up out my mouth
Ridin' with the limo tint, system bumpin' triple 6

Just a lovely lady independent tryin' to make it rich
Just to let you know I peep you out and how you look at me
Ballin' in yo' friends Mercedes, smiling like you foolin' me
Never are you foolin' me, ladies represent with me
How you got the clout when, nigga, you be out here chasin' me?

What these niggas want from a bitch?
(What you want)?
What these niggas want from a bitch?
(Really want)

What these niggas want from a bitch?
(What you want)?
What these niggas want from a bitch?
(Really want)

What you niggas want from a bitch?
You niggas makin' me sick
Be actin' like you a baller just to get in my shit
'Cause a lady, I she don't want no scrubs

A scrub is a nigga that can get the fuck from me
And glistenin' in yo' white gold chains
Saw me ridin' in the Benz nigga doin' my thang
So I don't need you, I got my car keys plus a check book

Two way constantly jumpin' sendin' me messages Boo, I love you
Anyway, playa I'm a say what's on my fuckin' mind
I don't give a fuck what you write I ain't fantizin'
Ok got a car, ok got that ice, ok nigga cool shit ya life is aight

Now what ya wife be tellin' me ya business my nigga
I don't care about your figures, I'm a playa my nigga
I'm a mack till I fall y'all, keepin' it tight
So tell me why you wanna get with Mrs. Lady Aight?

What these niggas want from a bitch?
(What you want)?
What these niggas want from a bitch?
(Really want)

What these niggas want from a bitch?
(What you want)?
What these niggas want from a bitch?
(Really want)

G- is gotta talk, I gotta let you niggas know tha bizz
A- is always on my P's and Q's you boys know what it is
N- this heater nine is always by my side when I be cruisin'
G- is grabbin' at me when I'm buckin' plus I'm never losin'

S- is sorry man I gots no time I'm down hea platinum nine
T- this triple six is sellin' out it ain't no stoppin' now
A- is ATL is where we represent this lady gangsta
B- is boomin' system in the caddy plus the navigation

O- is on my dog, why you let her have the drought always
O- 'cause it's my time Gangsta Boo just hit the charts
Number one that's off the top
Crazy lady blew the spot

Spotted me in NYC, I'm blazin' people off the block
Niggas love me 'cause I'm thorough, bitches hate me 'cause they ain't
Niggas tell me that they love me when the really want my bank
But you playas know you can't get nothin' from the lady
You need to come and tell me what you want from me baby

What these niggas want from a bitch?
(What you want)?
What these niggas want from a bitch?
(Really want)

What these niggas want from a bitch?
(What you want)?
What these niggas want from a bitch?
(Really want)

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Lil' Somthin' Somthin' - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Lil' Somthin' Somthin'
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?
Well, I've heard about those parties, they're immoral
Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen
Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshit
You little bitch
Mr. Jackson?
Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Hey, what's up, I'm new in town
I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown
Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around
I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey
We had ice cream, sat in the park
I walked her all the way home when it got dark
She took me inside and when the door shut
Next thing you know I had my nuts in her butt, uhh

I wanna bitch whose down to fuck right away
And even does my homies if it's okay
A little bitch that's down with a quicky
I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though
So you might be a little bit fat
You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that
Even if you don't fuck on the first date
Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll stay

I need a gir that just don't give a fuck
So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so what
A little skins here and there, ain't nothing
I just need a bitch whose down with a lil' somethin', somethin'

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around
Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town?
There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen
Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen
So I do her in the butt like that
I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap
Why wait around till she gets married
'Cause I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy

Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie, oops
Looks like you got nut in your eye
My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there
Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch
I want a girl not afraid to bone
Even if her momma's and pop's still home
And if her daddy suddenly walks in
He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin

Everybody in the hood says that you're easy
You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy
You're a basehead, baby, it ain't shit
I'm still down if you down for a lil' somethin', somethin'
A lil' somethin', somethin'

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone

Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

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Lil' Somethin' Somethin' - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Lil' Somethin' Somethin'
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?
Well, I've heard about those parties, they're immoral
Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen
Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshit
You little bitch
Mr. Jackson?
Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Hey, what's up, I'm new in town
I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown
Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around
I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey
We had ice cream, sat in the park
I walked her all the way home when it got dark
She took me inside and when the door shut
Next thing you know I had my nuts in her butt, uhh

I wanna bitch whose down to fuck right away
And even does my homies if it's okay
A little bitch that's down with a quicky
I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though
So you might be a little bit fat
You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that
Even if you don't fuck on the first date
Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll stay

I need a gir that just don't give a fuck
So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so what
A little skins here and there, ain't nothing
I just need a bitch whose down with a lil' somethin', somethin'

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around
Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town?
There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen
Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen
So I do her in the butt like that
I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap
Why wait around till she gets married
'Cause I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy

Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie, oops
Looks like you got nut in your eye
My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there
Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch
I want a girl not afraid to bone
Even if her momma's and pop's still home
And if her daddy suddenly walks in
He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin

Everybody in the hood says that you're easy
You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy
You're a basehead, baby, it ain't shit
I'm still down if you down for a lil' somethin', somethin'
A lil' somethin', somethin'

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone

Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

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