Queen b*tch Pt. 2 lyrics

by

Lil’ Kim


[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
Everything you heard, yo, that's my word
You play the herb and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine, dimes with his and her furs
Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb, plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh? Now we return!
To whom it may concern, when you hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules are so stern, n*gga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, n*gga ya heard?!

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Y'all know who you are, wanna battle? Bet a car
Notes and all that sh*t, You legit? Spit a bar
What? See, I run the show, got the illest flow
Finding loads of bankrolls in my underclothes
It's the original and everybody knows
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down, don't you know I'm unstoppable?
n*ggas wanna run up in my pus*y like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you now, just like I told you last year
n*ggas ain't sticking unless they lick the kitten
Huh! Too many b*tches just be lickin' the di*k and
I'm a picky one, I like my di*ks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh - something missing, the shower-p*ssing
All up in your mouth, what? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do, we got a right to
You criticize me? We despise you
If what they say is true, we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
Y'all n*ggas sound like me
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
You n*ggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my di*k, kick it b*tch

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.]
You must be out your mind, or you must be high
f*cking with the Teflon b*tch from the Stuy
Nowhere near shy, see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
Oh yeah, and by the way (That's right), you got one more day (C'mon)
Or you got to pay, boo, you got something to say?
Yeah, bring it on b*tch, you ain't strong b*tch
Thought you'd be around long?
Wrong b*tch!
Got nothing but love
But when push comes to shove
We turn to thugs
And we put on them gloves
Commence to lickin' slugs, you ain't gettin' up
More bags zippin' up, graves dug (Uh), n*gga what?! (Uh)
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em G
Y'all n*ggas sound like me
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
You n*ggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my di*k, kick it b*tch
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em G
Y'all n*ggas sound like me
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
You n*ggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my di*k, kick it b*tch

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
All hail the king and queen
2000, baby
Bad Boy
Bad girl
Queen Bee Records
Rock on and on and on, on and on and on
b*tches
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