| Verse One:
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| Nigga, waz up?
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| You think you tough, I’m fly shit
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| Has a bitch, dope as fuck
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| Sho nuff I’m guaranteed, no diggities
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| Fight you like the fucking enemies
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| You would think there’s fucking ten of me When I’m sending these
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| Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
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| Wanna suck Timbaland’s bone like you (barking in the background)
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| Fido, I go Scoop Lil’Kim
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| Me, she, her, them and him
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| Gets high in a tunnel
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| They see my Lexus comin
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| They hear the bass rumblin
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| They come quick, they come quick
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| Like a dick, I make myself sick
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| I’m so motherfuckin bad to the bone
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| Like my titties are full blown
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| My style of rappin, my style
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| I’m such such a good rapper, I’m such such a good rapper
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| I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah
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| My styles the bomb diggy, my style
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| My style of rappin
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| I’m such such a good rapper, I’m such a good rapper
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| I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm
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| My style the bomb diggy
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| Verse Two:
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| I’m calling your cards like Sprint
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| Can’t be me, can’t see me
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| I’m low like Timb, ladies and gents
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| Dogs, cats and babies
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| Whoever but my style
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| I hope you croak from the rabies
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| Swayze, maybe I call your name
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| Ain’t that a fucking shame
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| I’m too high for that
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| I’m great like the dane
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| Mane on main
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| If you decide to put your hands
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| On my fucking light
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| Like the ciggarettes I light
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| You must burn, you better learn
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| From the pro
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| Who rock shows after shows
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| When it rains it pours
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| I hurt like the cold souls
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| My style polishes like nails and toes
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| You know, know
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| Verse Three:
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| You beg to be put on like cats
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| Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance
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| You want to shake your stanky ass
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| Well I’m sorry Sam
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| God damn, ou ain’t family
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| You hounding me, pounding me With the same old story
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| You bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
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| Sorry cutie
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| Why you go and shake your bootie?
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| Cause there’s only one Lil’Kim
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| The triple beam, the misdemean
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| Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team
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| So hot we melt like ice cream
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| Without the dick riding
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| Dreams of smoking a California blunt
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| I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga?
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| I’m talking about my style
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| I am the flyest then RZA now
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| I’m talking about my style
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| Let me tell you about Missy’s style
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| Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
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| And Lil’Kim be talking more shit
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| Da Brat be talking more shit
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| Busta Rhymes be talking more shit
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| 702 talk shit
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| And Aaliyah talk shit
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| Ginuwine be talking more shit
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| And I be talking more shit
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| And Total be talking more shit
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| Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit
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| Jimmy talking shit too
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| We out |