[Lil' Kim] (Notorious B.I.G.)
What?
Here's another one
What?
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What? Uh!
Here's another one
(Uh-huh)
Uh! Uh!
Live from NYC it's Q.B.
The heavy weight champ female emcee
Girls say they different but uh see
In all actuality they wanna be me
This chick running around with this stink ass gap
And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
You ain't a star
And your record company know that
How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?
I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned
I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your Firm
If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you
I'm getting money now
Them bitches in the hood they can have you
Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit
For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen
Better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit
I'mma make you sniff
[Notorious B.I.G.]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme
You ain't a murderer
Nigga please come off that
I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped
Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga
You dumb ass nigga
Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path
Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float
We gangsters
Real gangsters b-acapo
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