featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
As we proceed
To give you what you need
B.I.G. mutha f**a's
Lil' Cease mutha f**a's
[Bristal]
Yo handsome Hansun
Got dough like the Hanson's
n***as come fast went out like Helly Hanson
Mr. Bristal you will never catch me dancin'
Often prancing only in a mansion
In the party I'm high and drunk I see you glancin'
Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin'
If sh** hit the fan then I got the cannon
co*k, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin'
You can call the cops, I never get ran in
Call Blake C., ya'll get the understanding
Who my man is, who the fam' is
All that bullsh** you talk? Can it, we own the planet
It's a definite, n***as over money, reppin' it
Armageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' it
You delicate, far away in the country where you better get
Assets in, n***a
Ya'll need to get wit' some veterans
1 - [Big Harve]
You don't want to play around
You don't want to play around
You don't want to play around with me
No more, I'll k** you
You don't want to play around
You don't want to play around
You don't want to play around with me
No more, I'll k** you
[Lil' Cease]
Yo, yo, yo
n***as want to start sh**, push the bu*ton
See the dough flip from the carpet
Me and Bris' about to lock down the market
Gats be sparkin', they lie too
Got crips in blood, that part true
be -Roc I'mma die for you
Till this day, I'mma ride for you
And God forbid, gotta die too
When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you
To guide you, on who to hit and not to
If a n***a guilty, got to die too
That's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach k**er
For more scrilla
About to upset New York like Reggie Miller
Once they say you turn thug, you turn k**er
Man, it's hard to turn back when a n***a feel ya
That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody k** ya
That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar
Cause if you get too close, my n***a's might f**in' k**a ya
n***a
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[Lil' Kim]
Another one
The Queen Bee, extraordinaire
Lil' Cease, commin' at'cha
For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh
f** all you hoes, I blows like suits
b**hes don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness
Pocohontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah
Didn't think a ghetto b**h could come this far
From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars
b**h think I'm rich, I could rock a fool blue suit
A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots
And still be the sh** of the night
When I come through
You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do
Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it
I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted this sh**, so I got's to make a profit
And all the ends are sins to my men's, down his prophet
Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners
Layin' n***as down like carpenters
So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it
We ain't amateurs to this sh**, we used to it
And all the bodies I k**ed, keep 'em on file
So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall
Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow
Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it
And don't forget it, b**hes
[Puffy]
Stop tryin' to sound like her too, b**hes
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[Lil' Kim]
Ya'll muthaf**a's do not want to play with us
Ya'll don't want to play with us
We will f**in' k** you
Set the f**a's right
I'll f**in' k** you
I don't give a f** who it is
You don't want to play around