f/ Jay-Z [Lil' Kim] Listen to the don There's nothing you can do To make me run away from this game here, this game here And there is no emcee To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no Yes I'm telling you from the start I will break your little heart (uh huh) There's nothing you can do So just respect the don There is no word you can say That it would offend the Kim no, better listen I'm gonna, murder them, murder them Any competition I'm gon' murder them I'm gonna, blow off they whip blow off they whip All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick See, I ain't got all day Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay Got things to do and places to be I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here [Jay-Z] All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov' Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold Five nigga, volume two Dogs who be grinnin, then they Try to get out of line, four cases pendin' Three niggas got it coming, say May-June Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned It's Jay everyday, no days off No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably Put you back where your stomach should be (ill) I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm Too much hustle, too easy to touch you Little fucks you, go play PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K L-Y-N, stay out my way Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K I to the M, B.I. to the end Chorus: [The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)] Pardon my French, but uh Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these Weak emcees, with these Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G You niggas sound like me Pardon my French, but uh Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these Weak emcees Y'all niggas got some audacity You sold a million, now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch [Lil' Kim] Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky Haters watch your back We might bust one in ya eye It's going down tonight So don't get outta line Enough men've tri-ed But 'nuff men-a di-ed Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck With this Brooklynite bandit Blow you off the planet This girl, never troubled no-one But if you trouble this girl It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!) What a bum bum Repeat chorus til fade w/ Kim: Bum bum BI bum bum What a bum bum What a bum bum
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