it fantastic, is it grand? Well look at all the massive masses in the stands Shady man? no don?t massacre the fans Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man
, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style
, you lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style
the fuck you at? I miss ya! [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you
but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' What
Lil' Kim, Left Eye, Missy Elliot, Da Brat, & Angie Martinez (appears on the unedited version of the Nothing To Lose soundtrack) Uhh, yeah Uhh, here
You got it, baby, you got it Her name was Kim, this light skinned girl from Shaolin Stood by my side when my world was caved in She cooked for me, fix
Lex door jump on in I'm kind of tired, I'm a roll blunts while you spin You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving Hair blond out, Madonna style
my position is lieutenant Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy Freak it Arabic style, sha-muck-daha-
You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased Little Kim, don't fuck
the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red carpet Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim
in this motherfucker to get out their seat) Ladies and gentleman without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch Lil' Kim
.I.A. style, B.I.G., forever baby Brooklyn We gonna let ya'll know Do what you want, do what ya like nigga, it's 2000 YaknowwhatI'msayin', all Hell to the Y2Kim
, check Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check Alright Puff, I'm ready to go Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster Kim
if I take you home would you still be in love, baby Because I need you tonight Home, home Home, home, home Do you know who I be? Lil' Kim the loot teddy
you some pain yo Comin? up with that play dough Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of lil? Kim We know
out of a jar, and what? Rakim conversation with God, what? I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic Johnson need to run for mayor Lil Kim sold
