Who Shot Ya I'm the Notorious K-I-M Queen Bitch, cos the streets say I am Play private airports fashion week I'm on the runway Feds trying to tie me to all sorts of gun play Must be the mon-ey Paparrazi looking for my limo, I breeze out in the Hyundai Biggie warned me the more money, more problems Now that I'm on to a new level, I see the new devils My flames stay on high so I walks right through em Old skool, new skool I really don't care I "burn baby burn" like smoky the bear Y'all don't want nothing here, its election season And your number one candidate is leading The lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with Queen B it aint safe Nigga sting you in your face Like you got the mumps, kim spit that shit give ya niggaz goose bumps Honey girl break rules, make moves Bitches mad cos I keep multi-millionaire dudes all around me A billion cock rhymes Any of you bitches whispering about mines and (I‘m) and (I‘m) Bedstuy's finest, you rewind this Brooklyn's behind this Go Brooklyn… Seperate the weaks from the ob-solete Hard to creep through the Brooklyn streets Hard to creep through the Brooklyn streets Nigga its on in these Brooklyn streets Seperate the weaks from the ob-solete Hard to creep through the Brooklyn streets Its on in these Brooklyn streets Nigga its on in these Brooklyn streets I seen the light got ridda all the creeps Cameras in the crib, bullet-proofed out the jeeps Ya'll go ahead and sleep got to watch my back think the coke and law enforcement acts make me slack A bitch is all that, cock sucker ease up This laser beam device make a nigga freeze up Cut the check, respect I demand it Slip and break the seventh commandment Though shall not fuck with the Queen of c papa Send you straight to BIG in the choppa I feel for you, pop my collar like the fonz Royalty watch by Lil'Kim on the arm Put your money where your mouth is Contracts in the briefcase You name the time and the place Make sure you remember my face Snake bitches, fake bitches What the fuck y'all wanna do bitches Mo Betta got tha haysack I'm in the phantom, she's in the maybac Flex got his arms in the fire positon And about to drop the bomb, hope you haters is listening What… Seperate the weaks from the ob-solete Hard to creep through the Brooklyn streets Hard to creep through the Brooklyn streets Nigga its on in these Brooklyn streets Seperate the weaks from the ob-solete Hard to creep through the Brooklyn streets Its on in these Brooklyn streets Nigga its on in these Brooklyn streets
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