[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
My ^!$$%z, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
Snitch ^!$$%z, broke ^!$$%z not my ^!$$%z no no no

In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa


[Lil' Kim]
Fresh out the federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings

It's the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
Crooklyn (*##$, you go wrong I get right

Back with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, then send a (*##$ a kite
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes

Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect

My ^!$$%z put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same (*##$ from the escalator

And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters


[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]

Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos

The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man
Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin man

See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand
While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew

!#@* Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them !@$)gots done did somethin that they cain't undo
Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too

Coulda copped to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I blew
Crooklyn style, that's how we do it

Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it

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[Lil' Kim]
Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through

You know where I go, man the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe

In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad (*##$ though
Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go

Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up

Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that ^!$$% man up


[Chorus]