Queen Bitch Pt. 2

[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, nigga get what you earn And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?! [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Y'all know who you are, wanna battle? Bet a car Notes and all that shit, 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? Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear I'ma tell you now, just like I told you last year Niggas ain't sticking unless they lick the kitten Huh! Too many bitches just be lickin' the dick and I'm a picky one, I like my dicks rock hard Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw Oh - something missing, the shower-pissing 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 niggas sound like me Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch [Verse 3: Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] You must be out your mind, or you must be high Fucking with the Teflon bitch 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 bitch, you ain't strong bitch Thought you'd be around long? Wrong bitch! 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), nigga 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 niggas sound like me Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch 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 niggas sound like me Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda Peeved at these weak emcees You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you're half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch [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 Bitches