**** You Lyrics & Chords By Lil' Kim
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil' Cease-ah But don't sling pizza, pizza The gat carryin', rap barbarian '96 Blake Carrington I brings the most dangerous diseases Trife please MC's of all types Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm Wifey on the arm And stay fuckin other bitches Style never switches Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A But faggot niggas wanna spoil it Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me Cause I stopped killin' niggas for free Uhh, uhh The Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggas lovely I keep my pussy fresh like Dougie; watch the show As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's Ain't scared to bust my pist-al, sippin' hard on Cristal Dream accounts, large amounts Cause Frank don't play with the la money, get high money Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's I'm not your average lady; put that on my 380 Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin' Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron Uh, who us? We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser Police'll never chase us we too fly for that Processed and fingerprinted; we too dime for that I be, flirtin for certain, wearin short skirts and But ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut I got a reputation to look out for Plus my boss is a outlaw Uhhh... motherfuckers think they tough guys Motherfuckers better hold hands steppin' up Faggot ass motherfuckers They ain't no true players Death comes to those that oppose the clique Dick-riders get off the dick Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all Catchin' cases, niggas pull they macs out Niggas gettin' mad cause I dug they backs out Then I blacks out, start shootin' kids Cribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin bridges Malicious - sometimes the danger taste delicious Rule number three: don't take love from no bitches You know what makes me much stronger than you I can take pain much longer than you So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease How you wanna spit a grease?
