Joe Budden - What's the Word (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Jump off! The Remix Lil' Kim, Joe Budden Beehive, you see I.... [Verse One: Joe Budden] I'm on the grind, hit Harlem shake me (?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers Low finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers Listen, anybody trynna rob me for j**els You must've seen that third story sh**, you got me confused Go 'head, dukes keep laughin' dudes keep baffin' The only time I box in it, is in a new G-Wagon I ask n***as to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie back Got against you and your f*ggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up the Disco It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single It's real n***a, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoney You know your boy gettin' done by the One and Only [Hook: Joe Budden] (Lil' Kim) (What's The Word?) He's up to new good y'all (What's The Word?) We keep it so good y'all (What's The Word?) Still movin' the herd (?) Still doin' the third [Verse Two: Lil' Shanice] You know me, Chanel popper boots, sweater to match A house by the lake with this cheddar from raps You see I need respect from the veteran cats They gotta understand I just won't settle for scraps And I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3 And a failure is not what I'm trying to be Uh! I got goals and I'm trying to suceed Understand I got people relying on me That's why I'm trynna be in it 'til it's over A notorious solider, when I'm older Shan is ?buying the sun? that's what I'm gonna do I got see y'all sweatin' every time I come through! [Hook: Lil' Shanice] (Lil' Kim) (What's The Word?) Shanice is what's poppin' (What's The Word?) I'm headin' to the top and (What's The Word?) When I get there I'm stayin' I do alot of jokin' but I'm not playin' [Verse Three: Da Advokids] Far from a role model, I pop and throw bottles Throw hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodels Love hoes that blow and swollow, knew my motto Live life like there's no tomorrow, my time is borrowed First time is borrowed, first shine is borrowed God knows, I got coke from Carlos Caught all them charges, they hyped up provido's The priest in courses in it, the plain close offices No stoppin' my Nacho's Minchaco And with the Roscoe, he pops slow No peace offer between beast in bosses Stay day dreamin' about palm trees and Porsches Blow bomb trees till I'm nauces Rubble air suits and air forces My hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchure Fame and the fortune, better think again (?) [Verse Four: Da Advokids] Now I can see why y'all on me You need n***a pop swift you can call on me f**, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the face This for homicide when they takin' the case Paper case, hustlin' from night till dawn It's Fourth of July everytime the mic is on I'm burnin' it up, kid gotta buzz on the street You playing yourself, swift s**in' your feet You the reason pigs is doin' twenty sweeps a week Any beef wit' Beehive and I'm twistin' the fifth Never pimp, know everyrule of break a b**h Shells die, look like I'm was jumping outta a cliff (Queen Bee!) Shorty told ya about +Money+ +Power+ +Respect+ And the guns that I can show, correct your step Bunkin' S to the A, just remember the name Matter fact, fu*k THAT, n***a take in your chain [Interlude: Lil' Kim] Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not Whatever n***a I take yo' spot and yo' spot Move work from yo' block to yo' block The neighbour better keep their f**in' do'r locked [Verse Five: Da Advokids] See we be on a track together it's flaming hot Got trucks custom made, to range a drop We need ta mantain cops and pay the bet We run the streets fu*k what the mayor says! Lotta n***as hate us like Star and Bun Cuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucks And the arms is tucked, you better back it up Hold your nose, and your face and that be done This is our year, our game, I shine We shine, what's our name Advokids Go against the fam' and I gotta split your wig Treat you like a resta rhyme and spare your ribs [Verse Six: Da Advokids] See I break n***as heads like canaelopes Put holes in your body like vans and cokes Ya n***as broke, y'all hardly paid And I make ya arms hot like my holiday n***as mad cuz I take their b**h, then break the b**h Make 'em "Roll Out" like I'm Ludacris Chill dawgs, you don't want the parts of me I break their bones you not a thug in harmony You now see Lil' Kim, you a** ain't safer Put the gun to yo' grill and relax your face This haters wanna smoke me n***a Cuz when they see the (?) face it's stiff like Tropheys n***a I spit bars that's hotter than hell And the kids trynna kick more chips than Taco Bell Beat n***as like guards in jail So when ya mom see ya on a box it'll be hard to tell And I sum n***as like ?guargimail? Since you gotta dirty mouth I'mma make you guard the shells, uh! [Interlude: Lil' Kim] I'm the sh**, I'm the bread winner! Who's the b**h? I'm the big spinner I'm give 'em a taste they still want more Words on the street is I'm who they waitin' for [Hook: Lil' Kim] (What's The Word?) She at it again (What's The Word?) She in it to win (What's The Word?) She's back and she's stayin' (What's The Word?) The b**h ain't playin'!