Lil' Kim - ***** You Lyrics
Trife:Nine shots greet ya, greet yaHang with little ceaserBut don't sling pizza, pizzaThe gat carryin'Rap barbarian'96 blake carringtonI brings the most dangerous diseasesTrife please mc's of all typesHomosexuals dice intellectualsLike my flow, my charmWifey on the arm and stay *****in other *****esStyle never switchesInhale, exhaleBail neno brown out for shooting up a townhouseAnd him **sted** kids fledRumors was deadNo beef with no cliquesNiggas don't want shitTrife impressesLex's, gsssChicks in iceberg dressesWho the bestestM.a.f.i.a.But faggot niggas wanna spoil itStop me from having marvel forces,Den gold taurusI force it down your throat like sodomyMama proud of meCuz i stopped killing niggas for freeLil kim:Uh, uh, the anne kleinSporting cokeSnorting niggas lovelyI keep my ***** fresh like doug e.Watch this show as my flow bubble overLike mo's and cristal'sAin't here to bust a pistalSippin hard on cristalDreaming counts, large amountsCuz frank don't play with lai moneyGet high moneyReady to die ****No if, ands, or maybesI'm not your average ladyPut that on my 380Me and my ***** catch flights to texasNiggas call us crystal and alexusBump into some hoes that be in huston bustingTrunk full of donna karen in the rental lebaronUh, who us, we just swervingIn the dark blue suburbanDrinking burbonWith heinekens for the chaserPolice'll never chase usProcess the fingerprintsWe to fly for thatI be flirten for certainWearin short skirts andAint no dicks insertingSee, that's the difference between me and other *****esThey ***** to get they richesI ***** to bust a nutLil kim not a slutI gotta reputation to look out forPlus my boss is a outlawBiggie:Uh, these motha*****as think they tough guysMotha*****as better hold hands stepping on ***Foggot ass motha*****asReally ain' t no true playersLarceny:Death comes the **** that oppose the cliqueDick-riders get off the dickCuz larceny got guns for yallAnd if i get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yallCatching cases, niggas pull they macs outNiggas getting mad cuz i dug they backs outThen i blacks outStart shooting kids, cribs suspiciousMaking my escape jumping bridgesMalicious, sometimes the danger taste deliciousRule number three don't take love from no *****esYou know what makes me much stronger than youI can take pain much longer than youSo what you gonna do when i run up in that ass, creepHow you wanna spit a ***grease***
