Notorious Kim

[Intro: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]

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[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]

Live from NYC, it's Q.B

The heavyweight champ, female MC

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, get this far and blow it

I'm a businesswoman 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

My bitches in the hood they get at 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'ma make you sniff

[Chorus: The 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

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Everybody wanna Shine off of Big

Get it, Shyne, try ta 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

Gun in the green room up at BET

We gangsters

Real gangsters nigga

Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter

We gangsters

We gangsters bitch

Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich

[Chorus: The 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

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]

Uh, uh, uh

The moral of the story is this

You ain't queen, bitch

And you ain't Big, dick

Now I'm pissed, niggas on some 10% Dis

Well shit, I'ma break it down like this

Lot of rappers in this game

That's cool but uh

Only one of us could rule

You see its sort of like being in school

I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience

And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes

You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes

You local bitch I'm worldwide

Can't you see? Open your eyes

I got you by a landslide

Y'all mad cause niggas love my style

Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child

Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie

All my real g's do the gangsta boogie

[Chorus: The 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