Queen Bitch Part 2 (Remix)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]

Listen to the don

There's nothing you can do

To make me run away from this game here, this game here

And there is no emcee

To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no

Yes I'm telling you from the start

I will break your little heart (uh huh)

There's nothing you can do

So just respect the don

There is no word you can say

That it would offend the Kim no, better listen

I'm gonna murder them, murder them

Any competition I'm gon' murder them

I'm gonna, blow off they whip

Blow off they whip

All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip

When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit

When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics

Betta gwan, I'm not gon' put up with it

I swear to God, ya'll jealous niggas make me sick

See, I ain't got all day

Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay

Got things to do and places to be

I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant

The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov'

Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold

Five moved for Volume 2

Dogs saw me grinnin, then he

Tried to get out of line, four cases pendin'

Three niggas got it coming, say May-June

Six albums dropped cocksuckers stay tuned

It's Jay everyday, no days off

No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off

You wanna rump with me? Slump you uncomfortably

Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)

I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone

Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome

Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown

You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm

Too much hustle, too easy to touch you

Little fucks you go play

PS Jay, BX B-R-double-O-K

L-Y-N, stay out my way

Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K

I to the M, B.I. to the end

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]

Pardon my French, but uh

Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these

Weak emcees, with these

Supreme balla 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 half of me

Get off my dick, kick it bitch

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]

If you've got love for B.I.? Then bust one in the sky

Haters watch your back

We might bust one in ya eye

It's going down tonight

So don't get outta line

Enough men've tri-ed

But 'nuff men-a di-ed

Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever

Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara

What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck

With this Brooklynite bandit

Blow you off the planet

This girl, never troubled no-one

But if you trouble this girl

It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)

What a bum bum

Bum bum bi bum bum

What a bum bum

What a bum bum

What a bum bum

Bum bum bi bum bum

What a bum bum

What a bum bum

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]

Pardon my French, but uh

Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these

Weak emcees, with these

Supreme balla 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 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 balla 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 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 balla like, lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em G

Y'all niggas sound like me