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Lil' Kim

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My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa

Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa Fresh out The Federal building To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings It's the black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right Back with a classic, now gimme six mics Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite Man, I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X Just keep the peace 'cause if cowards show me disrespect My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator And I ain't trippin' off you rats and investigators Get your envelopes, time to address the haters My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa Me and my team, we tryin' to own casinos So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos The feds tryin' to shut us down like Nino We keep it goin', man, we keep it goin', man Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin', man See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through Them faggots done did somethin' that they can't undo Whoever ridin' with 'em they can get one too Coulda copped out to a one to three do Still took it to trial, even though I blew Crooklyn style, that's how we do it I'll gangsters and ain't got to prove it My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through You know where I go, man, the team come too Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe In the club with my clique though, glass full of Cristal In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up Straight to the dance floor, everybody hands up Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

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