What's the Word (Remix)

[Intro: Joe Budden]

Jump off! The Remix

Lil' Kim, Joe Budden

Beehive, you see I....

[Verse One: Joe Budden]

I'm on the grind, hit Harlem shake me

(?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers

Low finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers

Listen, anybody trynna rob me for jewels

You must've seen that third story shit, you got me confused

Go 'head, dukes keep laughin' dudes keep baffin'

The only time I box in it, is in a new G-Wagon

I ask niggas to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie back

Got against you and your faggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up the

Disco

It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single

It's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoney

You know your boy gettin' done by the One and Only

[Hook: Joe Budden] (Lil' Kim)

(What's The Word?) He's up to new good y'all

(What's The Word?) We keep it so good y'all

(What's The Word?) Still movin' the herd

(?) Still doin' the third

[Verse Two: Lil' Shanice]

You know me, Chanel popper boots, sweater to match

A house by the lake with this cheddar from raps

You see I need respect from the veteran cats

They gotta understand I just won't settle for scraps

And I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3

And a failure is not what I'm trying to be

Uh! I got goals and I'm trying to suceed

Understand I got people relying on me

That's why I'm trynna be in it 'til it's over

A notorious solider, when I'm older

Shan is ?buying the sun? that's what I'm gonna do

I got see y'all sweatin' every time I come through!

[Hook: Lil' Shanice] (Lil' Kim)

(What's The Word?) Shanice is what's poppin'

(What's The Word?) I'm headin' to the top and

(What's The Word?) When I get there I'm stayin'

I do alot of jokin' but I'm not playin'

[Verse Three: Da Advokids]

Far from a role model, I pop and throw bottles

Throw hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodels

Love hoes that blow and swollow, knew my motto

Live life like there's no tomorrow, my time is borrowed

First time is borrowed, first shine is borrowed

God knows, I got coke from Carlos

Caught all them charges, they hyped up provido's

The priest in courses in it, the plain close offices

No stoppin' my Nacho's Minchaco

And with the Roscoe, he pops slow

No peace offer between beast in bosses

Stay day dreamin' about palm trees and Porsches

Blow bomb trees till I'm nauces

Rubble air suits and air forces

My hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchure

Fame and the fortune, better think again (?)

[Verse Four: Da Advokids]

Now I can see why y'all on me

You need nigga pop swift you can call on me

Fuck, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the face

This for homicide when they takin' the case

Paper case, hustlin' from night till dawn

It's Fourth of July everytime the mic is on

I'm burnin' it up, kid gotta buzz on the street

You playing yourself, swift suckin' your feet

You the reason pigs is doin' twenty sweeps a week

Any beef wit' Beehive and I'm twistin' the fifth

Never pimp, know everyrule of break a bitch

Shells die, look like I'm was jumping outta a cliff (Queen Bee!)

Shorty told ya about +Money+ +Power+ +Respect+

And the guns that I can show, correct your step

Bunkin' S to the A, just remember the name

Matter fact, FUCK THAT, nigga take in your chain

[Interlude: Lil' Kim]

Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not

Whatever nigga I take yo' spot and yo' spot

Move work from yo' block to yo' block

The neighbour better keep their fuckin' do'r locked

[Verse Five: Da Advokids]

See we be on a track together it's flaming hot

Got trucks custom made, to range a drop

We need ta mantain cops and pay the bet

We run the streets FUCK what the mayor says!

Lotta niggas hate us like Star and Bun

Cuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucks

And the arms is tucked, you better back it up

Hold your nose, and your face and that be done

This is our year, our game, I shine

We shine, what's our name Advokids

Go against the fam' and I gotta split your wig

Treat you like a resta rhyme and spare your ribs

[Verse Six: Da Advokids]

See I break niggas heads like canaelopes

Put holes in your body like vans and cokes

Ya niggas broke, y'all hardly paid

And I make ya arms hot like my holiday

Niggas mad cuz I take their bitch, then break the bitch

Make 'em "Roll Out" like I'm Ludacris

Chill dawgs, you don't want the parts of me

I break their bones you not a thug in harmony

You now see Lil' Kim, you ass ain't safer

Put the gun to yo' grill and relax your face

This haters wanna smoke me nigga

Cuz when they see the (?) face it's stiff like Tropheys nigga

I spit bars that's hotter than hell

And the kids trynna kick more chips than Taco Bell

Beat niggas like guards in jail

So when ya mom see ya on a box it'll be hard to tell

And I sum niggas like ?guargimail?

Since you gotta dirty mouth I'mma make you guard the shells, uh!

[Interlude: Lil' Kim]

I'm the shit, I'm the bread winner!

Who's the bitch? I'm the big spinner

I'm give 'em a taste they still want more

Words on the street is I'm who they waitin' for

[Hook: Lil' Kim]

(What's The Word?) She at it again

(What's The Word?) She in it to win

(What's The Word?) She's back and she's stayin'

(What's The Word?) The bitch ain't playin'!