[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I been gone for a minute, now I'm back with the jump off
Goons in the club case somethin' jumps off
And back up 'fore the hive let the pumps off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her people
I'm the wicked **** of the east, you better keep the peace
Or out comes the beast
We the best, still there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt like the Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em
And I'm sittin' on chrome seven times platinum
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, twenty-three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs, keep your bread up
And live good, East Coast, West Coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, stay fly
And if you're ballin', let me hear you say right, right
[Interlude:Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah, to the what?
Yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up
Yeah, and worldwide
And stay fly, ****, yeah man, right, right, right, right
Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand and **** three
Why not? we makin' it hot
Come through, blow the spot, come on
[Outro: USHER]
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