Lil Kim

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Right Now"

I need you, got to have you
Yeah whatever

I was sitting at the bar
When this real horny guy came over
(Hi how are you doing? How are you?)
He said won't you let me take you
On a ride in my Range Rover
I said you can't be serious
My Bentley's right outside
Plus your breath smells like shit anyway

[1] - Oh I need you, oh
Gotta have you, oh
Just wanna touch you, oh
I need your love, yeah
Right now

Everybody's on the dance floor
And this fool is still behind me
I am dipping through the crowd now
Hoping that he doesn't find me
He said baby where you going?
(Lil' Kim I love you)
Then he grabbed me by the hand
And dipped my body to the ground
And said

[Repeat 1]

Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut

See the party don't stop till the casket drop
Like a six double O with the plastic drop
Damn is that all you got
Hmm baby give it one more shot
Got a body like what-what
Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt
Like it when you sing that song, oh
I know you wanna see my thong

[Repeat 1]

Right now, right now
I need your love baby
I need your love baby

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Single Black Female"

Yeah 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

[Lil' Kim]
Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo
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
Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!)
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, ya'll bitches seekin' publishing checks

[Mario (Lil' Kim)]
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

[Lil' Kim]
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 ya'll!
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, ya'll 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, ya'll 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, ya'll bitches on them publishing checks

[Mario (Lil' Kim)]
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

[Mario]
Stop wastin' all of your time
Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin'
Don't know that she's the Queen
Why can't you see?
Ya'll should just believe
Everyone's trying to tell you

[Lil' Kim]
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, ya'll ain't ready
I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy

[Mario (Lil' Kim)]
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringing out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Suck My Dick"

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes
Used to 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
[*laughs*]
What? I'm loving this shit
Queen Bitch!
What bitch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was 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! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth

[1 - Lil' Kim (Mr. Bristal)]
(Ay yo, come on 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 dude
I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

[Repeat 1]

[Lil' Kim]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y.
The BX, the chron-chron
And 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 camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
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 his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face

[Repeat 1 (2x)]

[Lil' Kim]
I'mma keep it real
For the dough I might kill
I'm try-na 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 'Whoa! 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

[Repeat 1 fade out]

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"You Can't Win"

[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all hear me out there?
(And we want every one 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]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die

[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)

[Repeat 1]

Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever I graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that ass on fire
That's how you work with barbed wire
Carve my name in your face
Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme
Cocoa butter creme
That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating

[Repeat 1 (2x)]

[Lil' Kim]
It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P Diddy introduced me to the business side
Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown, don't make me laugh
Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
They say we twins then I'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch

[Repeat 1 (2x)]

[Puff Daddy]
Can you feel me?
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
It's not a game, we're back
And this time we're not going anywhere
Number one, that's my bitch
Recognize! Ya feel me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Big Momma Thang"

You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha

[Verse One: Lil' Kim]

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carots nigga
That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll
And play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage
Baby carriage
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

[Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)]

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

[Verse Two: Jay Z]

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuosly
Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the doe
I got love and Big know it
He must got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

[Chorus]

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

[Verse Three: Lil' Kim]

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
Shit, I never faught
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mine
And I'm married to this
Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

[Chorus]

[repeat x4:]
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why your mad at me

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Custom Made (Give it to You)"

[Lil' Kim]
I gets right to the point -- no time to play around
When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down
Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me
I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy
You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you
Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled
They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world
Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch

[Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X]

Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga pass that!
We rollin in tinted Nav's
TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

[Lil' Kim]
To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass
(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave.
Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks
and "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops
The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic
My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic
I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets
that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress
"Gettin' Money" bitch, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime
Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is -- custom made
Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid
(The papers..)

[*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*]

[Chorus 2X]

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Do What You Like"

[Intro]
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo
Can't fuck wit you
Fo real
They can't fuck wit you
They can't fuck wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man
What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man
C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas
Where you at nigga
C'mon nigga
Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon

[Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ]
Yo Check em out Yo yo yo
When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme
Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine
I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes
Half is mine
So you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box
Wit my man on the ox
We gon do it like we did it on the block
Let's roll
Like wit 60's 30's
40 niggas wit me
Rep ya hood
Rep ya block
Rep ya city
This is me talkin, without the Remy in me
I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie
Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
Yea niggas

[Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) ]
Do what you like (We don't give a fuck)
Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga)
And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Bust of the nine
And fuck tonight
Do what you like, do what you like

[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
Ayo yo ayo
This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit em in the brain, niggas slain
Layin dormant
Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it
New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it
Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it
Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it
Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it
Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin
No stage shows, so forget about tourin
Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin
My guns bust
Niggas get wet when it's pourin
Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin
Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin
Run up in ya crib without a search warrant

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 Bristal ]
Once again it's on
The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
Bitches feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for
Send that ass slow like I ride a six four
I'm what ya kids admire
Don't wanna see retire
Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away

[Verse 4 Lil Kim]
Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off
Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft
You have any idea how many words I shook off
I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it
You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys
M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club
My whole crews in the club
And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends
Dancin all wild
Bumpin you again and again
Yea I know That some real punk shit
Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit
Bitches like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
Lady what we fear nigga you like
Give em a pussy invite
It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight

[Chorus]

[Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)]
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea muthafuckas
All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
It's our muthafuckin world
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea
Big shout from the house
Yea Queen Bee
M.A.F.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 baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a u-turn
Aiight Represent niggas

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Drugs"

[BIG] Never a flaw
[Kim] A different kind of high
[Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh

Ladies and gents
Your dopest host presents extravagence
in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains
Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
Throw it to ya jaw, uhh
Never a flaw
Never before, have you seen such magnificense
in the black princess, yesss
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy
Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me
Call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggaz lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta
hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand
with the in-sane clan, man listen
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-steesy
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off

[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
[repeat]

Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
Yeah, enough glorifyin
Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
bout the clothes they be buyin
Some stores won't even let you whores in
Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass, all crews
Bitches still drinkin booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
like the bag, the Prada mama
Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana

[Chorus]

Inhale this, clench your fist
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
Can ya, picture this
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours
Boring huh, I'm warnin ya
Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
when I fuck with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!

[Chorus]

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Hold On"

Hold on, girl, ooh, girl, hold on.
Girl, let's rock around the clock, we can dance and never stop.
Come on, girl, just hold on tight, I know you wanna rock tonight.
Through the night into the day we could chase our blues away,
so grab a hold, don't lose control, I really know you got the soul.
Hold on, girl, hold on, ooh, girl, hold on.

Hold on, girl, hold on, ooh, girl, hold on.
Girl, the feeling's in the air, don't you know, it's everywhere.
Everywhere around the block people dance until they just can't stop.
Through the night....

Hold on, girl, hold on, ooh, girl, hold on [repeat & fade]

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"I'm Human"

Ha! Ha!
A queen is not a queen, because she is felt
But a queen is a queen, because failure has not stopped her
Take it from me, the queen of all queens
WOMEN, are taking over for the new millennium
Oww!

What the hell do you want from me?
I'm just tryin to be all that I can be
I'm a god damn legacy
Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy
The first lady runs the world now
They impeached the president from his residence
No one drops bombs til I say so
One-two, one-two-three GO!

[1] - I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals

How dare you accuse me and my family
Fucking clones, LEAVE US ALONE!
Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike
You make us wanna "Scream," know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah; I know y'all rather see us dead
No more platinum plaques certified lead
We got too many chips for y'all
Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all
Take a breath, inhale, exhale till there's no more left
In the name of the father, son, and daughter
Here comes the new world order!
You can't stop it
Mother Earth this my universe
When worse comes to worse (Uh-huh)
I call the shots (Uh-huh), stack all the lots (Uh-huh)
Pack all the glocks, take the safety off lock FIRE!

[Repeat 1]

La, la, la (sing!)

Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby
Can I jingle it baby? Go ahead baby HMM
Take it out let me sit on it
If you can't make it wet just spit on it
Ah don't stop till it rise to the top
Promise you won't drop till the cherry go *POP*
And if it doesn't fit then use your lips
Oh here it comes, what's my name?
QUEEN BITCH

[Repeat 1]

La, la, la, la

[Repeat 1 till end]

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"Lil' Drummer Boy"

[Bailiff]
Will the court please rise?
Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing

[Prosecutor]
Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society
She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty
For the vicious acts
She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law

[Lil' Kim]
Pardon me your honor
May I address the bench?
They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt
* Coughs
Excuse my persona
I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer
Ever since I killed �em
I ain't been in trouble since
It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms
And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms
See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm
I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom
(Stop!)
I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped
They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top
(Oh she's lying!)
Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor
Fingerprints all on the door
Need I say more?
Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow
Ploom! Queen off her toes
They fell down like dominoes
I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix
What was I do?
Sit back and just take this?
Yo I tell you now
If I lose this debate
Like in Dead Presidents
I'm going out like Lorenz Tate
See I ain't gon be stupid
I'm gon take all y'all to the shift
I should be able to say what I want
What the fuck I plead the fifth
(Now Kim, Kim)
Fuck that Cee-lo
I got to save the world
The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl

[Cee-lo]
Uh with all due respect your honor
Excuse my client's temperament
Who has had social intelligence?
With so much innocence we have to implement
She was slightly out of place
But if you grant us a grain of your grace
I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case
Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes
The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose
Your children, your lovely wife
I mean look at her
The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter

[Kim]
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things that I've seen
That I've seen
And Lord I cry, I cry
From the things I've seen, ooh
If you only knew the things I've been through
Oh yeah
You'd know why
You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry

[Redman]
Order! Order! Order!
Order! Order! Order!
Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts
And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort
The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops
Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot
They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders
Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder
(He was in on it too!)
Yeah
(I should've known)
Yeah
(Objection your honor)
Yo objection overruled
I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury
To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty
Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate
Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State
Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you
And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move
So they took precautions
Grenades from all force and
Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn
But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck
Shot back other bitches would've folded up
Now that's my kind of bitch
I know I'm the judge
But I love that bitch
And I'm coming with her
Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down
Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial
Look it's a setup
Yo Kim come on
(I'm right behind you baby)
Yo Kim come on
(I'm right here with you man)

[Kim]
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things that I've seen
That I've seen...

ULT_RAS · ~ Voli svog Anđelka ~

"No Matter What They Say"

[Puff Daddy]
Uh, yeah
Queen Bee, 2000
Come on

[1] - No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are 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 aura
Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX
Ain't shit you can tell us
Even got some of these niggas jealous
But tonight ain't about the fellas
Bvlgari perfume from a mile ya smell us
Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
We got sex appeal, I'mma keep it real
If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill', uh
Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist
So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice
We fly like kites never gettin' into fights
I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes

[Repeat 1]

[Lil' Kim]
I'm just trying to be me
Doing what I got to do
So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew

[Lil' Caesar]
Yo I'm saying Q.B.
Look at them and look at you

[Lil' Kim]
TRUE!
If I was you I'd hate me too
Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze
Every other week a different a dude and other crews
I make offers nobody can refuse
You might even see me on the channel nine news
I get paid just for laying in the shade
To take pictures with a glass of lemonade
My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade
(Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade)
Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid
Wanted me so bad you went and copped the bootleg
Y'all niggas played like a high top fade
Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played
Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it
I rock Versace and y'all know I ain't paid for it
My fam deep with security in the jeep
When the Queen come in town everything shut down

[Repeat 1]

[Puffy]
Breakdown, uh
Let's dance come on
Let's dance come on
I see you let's go
Yeah, Queen Bee, do it like this

[Lil' Kim]
I'm the highest, your highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I'm speakin so that 'ju know
[*Rakim* "This is how it should be done..
cause this style, is indentical to none"]
The hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
to the hip hip-hop a ya don't stop
to rock it to the bang-bang boogie
to up jump the boogie
to the boogie to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a fake
It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right)
Now I know y'all heard other females rap
But they ain't got nothin on me
Cause, y'all take to my rap cause my rap's the best
A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothin less (Nothin less)
So to y'all haters, I paid y'all no mind
In fact I'ma give it to y'all one more time like..

[Puffy]
Uh yeah, what?
Come on, bounce, what?

[Repeat 1 fade out]