Try me Try me Darlin tell me I need you Try me Try me And your love will always be true I need you (I need you) Hold me ( Hold me) Hold me (hold me
with SHM, London to NYC I got my visa and my Visa, a diva and her dealer Bitch, I'm up on the guest list with the Swedish House Mafia You can find me
and only Queen Bee After me there will be none But you could call me Miss White Most people know me as Lil' Kim The head of the La Bella Mafia Oh, shout
of gettin out the ghetto Runnin out they mails About the loved ones that said they love me, but didn't care Do roc scare? with the fuckin niggas who groundin me
one try to see the unseen Before you step your ass to the square know one thing It's closed curtain we leavin' mutha fuckers hurtin' It's rap-a-lot mafia
you I don't know what's going on, baby What the hell is going wrong, baby Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping Now you're asking me for
Apollo as a shorty Now I got a clip full of hollows in the .40 Louis, Guccis, every now and then Mauris I take too long to come back, send for me Know
and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggaz try to
) Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggaz try
these vicious acts, she should be punished to the fullest Extent of the law Pardon me your honor, may I address the bench? They try-na assassinate me
Eastsider, Ruff Ryder thing, Why you mad at me? Holdin' on an AK, puffin' on some Cali weed Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me Yellow and purple
attitude) I gotta case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist A hundred in the clit' blastin' What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me
"Slob On My Knob (Pt. II)" [Gangsta Boo] Slob on my cat Cause you know it's fat Check in with me And do that [Juicy J] Wait a second freak
like a fuckin snappa Up in the streets You lookin good Its because of me Keep it in mind without the sixth You would never be A nigga hit me for the
wit cha all hugged up Bitch (Chorus) (Juicy J) Freaky thing to these hoe's Think they cold Gold diggers Always on a niggaz nuts Always try to juice a nigga (Buy me this, Buy me
alarm goes off Dope come out the pot, then stove goes off Knock, knock on the door I'm standin' ho on soft Nigga try to rob me get his nose blowed off
