| Everything you heard, yo, that’s my word
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| You play the herb and repeat every word
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| It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
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| Watches that shine, dimes with his and her furs
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| Straight from the curb to the suburb
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| In the black suburb, plucking birds, getting served
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| Y’all ain’t never learned how this world turn
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| Thought it was over, huh? |
| Now we return!
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| To whom it may concern, when you hot you burn
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| Maybe it wasn’t meant to be or it just ain’t your turn
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| The rules are so stern, nigga get what you earn
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| And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?!
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| Y’all know who you are, wanna battle? |
| Bet a car
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| Notes and all that shit, You legit? |
| Spit a bar
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| What? |
| See, I run the show, got the illest flow
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| Finding loads of bankrolls in my underclothes
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| It’s the original and everybody knows
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| I rock diamonds that’s red, white and indigo
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| I’m undroppable, untoppable
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| You can’t hold me down, don’t you know I’m unstoppable?
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| Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
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| I’ma tell you now, just like I told you last year
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| Niggas ain’t sticking unless they lick the kitten
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| Huh! |
| Too many bitches just be lickin' the dick and
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| I’m a picky one, I like my dicks rock hard
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| Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
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| Oh — something missing, the shower-pissing
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| All up in your mouth, what? |
| You think I’m kidding?
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| Cause everything we do, we got a right to
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| You criticize me? |
| We despise you
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| If what they say is true, we the baddest crew
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| I’m far from broke so why should I be mad at you?
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| Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
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| Peeved at these weak emcees
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| With these supreme baller like
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| Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
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| Y’all niggas sound like me
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| Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
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| Peeved at these weak emcees
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| You niggas got some audacity
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| You sold a million now you’re half of me
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| Get off my dick, kick it bitch!
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| You must be out your mind, or you must be high
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| Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
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| Nowhere near shy, see I make you cry
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| The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
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| (Oh yeah, and by the way, you got one more day
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| Or you got to pay, boo, you got something to say?)
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| Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain’t strong bitch
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| Thought you’d be around long? |
| Wrong bitch!
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| Got nothing but love (but when push comes to shove)
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| We turn to thugs (and we put on them gloves)
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| Commence to lickin' slugs, you ain’t gettin' up
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| More bags zippin' up, graves dug, nigga what?!
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| Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
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| Peeved at these weak emcees
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| With these supreme baller like
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| Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
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| Y’all niggas sound like me
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| Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
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| Peeved at these weak emcees
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| You niggas got some audacity
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| You sold a million now you’re half of me
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| Get off my dick, kick it bitch!
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| Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
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| Peeved at these weak emcees
|
| With these supreme baller like
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| Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
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| Y’all niggas sound like me
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| Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
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| Peeved at these weak emcees
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| You niggas got some audacity
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| You sold a million now you’re half of me
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| Get off my dick, kick it bitch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Queen Bitch Pt. 2 , by - Lil' Kim. Song from the album The Notorious K.I.M., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп