F**k You-Lil' Kim

Album by: Hardcore Artist by: Lil Kim Trife: Nine shots greet ya, greet ya Hang with little ceaser 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 dice intellectuals Like my flow, my charm Wifey on the arm and stay f**kin other b**ches Style never switches Inhale, exhale Bail neno brown out for shooting up a townhouse And him **sted** kids fled Rumors was dead No beef with no cliques *s don＇t want sh*t Trife impresses Lex＇s, gsss Chicks in iceberg dresses Who the bestest M.a.f.i.a. But faggot *s wanna spoil it Stop me from having marvel forces, Den gold taurus I force it down your throat like sodomy Mama proud of me Cuz i stopped killing *s for free Lil kim: Uh, uh, the anne klein Sporting coke Snorting *s lovely I keep my p**sy fresh like doug e. Watch this show as my flow bubble over Like mo＇s and cristal＇s Ain＇t here to bust a pistal Sippin hard on cristal Dreaming counts, large amounts Cuz frank don＇t play with lai money Get high money Ready to die **** No if, ands, or maybes I＇m not your average lady Put that on my 380 Me and my b**ch catch flights to texas *s call us crystal and alexus Bump into some hoes that be in huston busting Trunk full of donna karen in the rental lebaron Uh, who us, we just swerving In the dark blue suburban Drinking burbon With heinekens for the chaser Police＇ll never chase us Process the fingerprints We to fly for that I be flirten for certain Wearin short skirts and Aint no dicks inserting See, that＇s the difference between me and other b**ches They f**k to get they riches I f**k to bust a nut Lil kim not a slut I gotta reputation to look out for Plus my boss is a outlaw Biggie: Uh, these mothaf**kas think they tough guys Mothaf**kas better hold hands stepping on *** Foggot a** mothaf**kas Really ain＇ t no true players Larceny: Death comes the **** that oppose the clique Dick-riders get off the dick Cuz larceny got guns for yall And if i get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall Catching cases, *s pull they macs out *s getting mad cuz i dug they backs out Then i blacks out Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious Making my escape jumping bridges Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious Rule number three don＇t take love from no b**ches You know what makes me much stronger than you I can take pain much longer than you So what you gonna do when i run up in that a**, creep How you wanna spit a ***grease***