Lil' Kim - What's The Word Lyrics
[Intro: Joe Budden]Jump off! The RemixLil' Kim, Joe BuddenBeehive, 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 rappersLow finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappersListen, anybody trynna rob me for jewelsYou must've seen that third story shit, you got me confusedGo 'head, dukes keep laughin' dudes keep baffin'The only time I box in it, is in a new G-WagonI ask niggaz to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie backGot against you and your faggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up thediscoIt's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your singleIt's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoneyYou 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 matchA house by the lake with this cheddar from rapsYou see I need respect from the veteran catsThey gotta understand I just won't settle for scrapsAnd I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3And a failure is not what I'm trying to beUh! I got goals and I'm trying to suceedUnderstand I got people relying on meThat's why I'm trynna be in it 'til it's overA notorious solider, when I'm olderShan is ?buying the sun? that's what I'm gonna doI 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 bottlesThrow hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodelsLove hoes that blow and swollow, knew my mottoLive life like there's no tomorrow, my time is borrowedFirst time is borrowelbum that's better than your singleIt's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoneyYou 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 matchA house by the lake with this cheddar from rapsYou see I need respect from the veteran catsThey gotta understand I just won't settle for scrapsAnd I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3And a failure is not what I'm trying to beUh! I got goals and I'm trying to suceedUnderstand I got people relying on meThat's why I'm trynna be in it 'til it's overA notorious solider, when I'm olderShan is ?buying the sun? that's what I'm gonna doI 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 bottlesThrow hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodelsLove hoes that blow and swollow, knew my mottoLive life like there's no tomorrow, my time is borrowedFirst time is borrowed, first shine is borrowedGod knows, I got coke from CarlosCaught all them charges, they hyped up provido'sThe priest in courses in it, the plain close officesNo stoppin' my Nacho's MinchacoAnd with the Roscoe, he pops slowNo peace offer between beast in bossesStay day dreamin' about palm trees and PorschesBlow bomb trees till I'm naucesRubble air suits and air forcesMy hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchureFame and the fortune, better think again (?)[Verse Four: Da Advokids]Now I can see why y'all on meYou need nigga pop swift you can call on me*****, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the faceThis for homicide when they takin' the casePaper case, hustlin' from night till dawnIt's Fourth of July everytime the mic is onI'm burnin' it up, kid gotta buzz on the streetYou playing yourself, swift suckin' your feetYou the reason pigs is doin' twenty sweeps a weekAny beef wit' Beehive and I'm twistin' the fifthNever pimp, know everyrule of break a *****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 stepBunkin' S to the A, just remember the nameMatter fact, ***** THAT, nigga take in your chain[Interlude: Lil' Kim]Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's notWhatever nigga I take yo' spot and yo' spotMod, first shine is borrowedGod knows, I got coke from CarlosCaught all them charges, they hyped up provido'sThe priest in courses in it, the plain close officesNo stoppin' my Nacho's MinchacoAnd with the Roscoe, he pops slowNo peace offer between beast in bossesStay day dreamin' about palm trees and PorschesBlow bomb trees till I'm naucesRubble air suits and air forcesMy hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchureFame and the fortune, better think again (?)[Verse Four: Da Advokids]Now I can see why y'all on meYou need nigga pop swift you can call on me*****, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the faceThis for homicide when they takin' the casePaper case, hustlin' from night till dawnIt's Fourth of July everytime the mic is onI'm burnin' it up, kid gotta buzz on the streetYou playing yourself, swift suckin' your feetYou the reason pigs is doin' twenty sweeps a weekAny beef wit' Beehive and I'm twistin' the fifthNever pimp, know everyrule of break a *****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 stepBunkin' S to the A, just remember the nameMatter fact, ***** THAT, nigga take in your chain[Interlude: Lil' Kim]Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's notWhatever nigga I take yo' spot and yo' spotMove work from yo' block to yo' blockThe neighbour better keep their *****in' do'r locked[Verse Five: Da Advokids]See we be on a track together it's flaming hotGot trucks custom made, to range a dropWe need ta mantain cops and pay the betWe run the streets ***** what the mayor says!Lotta niggas hate us like Star and BunCuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucksAnd the arms is tucked, you better back it upHold your nose, and your face and that be doneThis is our year, our game, I shineWe shine, what's our name AdvokidsGo against the fam' and I gotta split your wigTreat you like a resta rhyme and spare your ribs[Verse Six: Da Advokids]See I break niggas heads like canaelopesPut holes in your body like vans and cokesYa niggas broke, y'all hardly paidAnd I make ya arms hot like my holidayNiggas mad cuz I take their *****, then break the *****Make 'em "Roll Out" like I'm LudacrisChill dawgs, you don't want the parts of meI break their bones you not a thug in harmonyYou now see Lil' Kim, you ass ain't saferPut the gun to yo' grill and relax your faceThis haters wanna smoke me niggaCuz when they see the (?) face it's stiff like Tropheys niggaI spit bars that's hotter than hellAnd the kids trynna kick more chips than Taco BellBeat niggas like guards in jailSo when ya mom see ya on a box it'll be hard to tellAnd I sum niggas likeve work from yo' block to yo' blockThe neighbour better keep their *****in' do'r locked[Verse Five: Da Advokids]See we be on a track together it's flaming hotGot trucks custom made, to range a dropWe need ta mantain cops and pay the betWe run the streets ***** what the mayor says!Lotta niggas hate us like Star and BunCuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucksAnd the arms is tucked, you better back it upHold your nose, and your face and that be doneThis is our year, our game, I shineWe shine, what's our name AdvokidsGo against the fam' and I gotta split your wigTreat you like a resta rhyme and spare your ribs[Verse Six: Da Advokids]See I break niggas heads like canaelopesPut holes in your body like vans and cokesYa niggas broke, y'all hardly paidAnd I make ya arms hot like my holidayNiggas mad cuz I take their *****, then break the *****Make 'em "Roll Out" like I'm LudacrisChill dawgs, you don't want the parts of meI break their bones you not a thug in harmonyYou now see Lil' Kim, you ass ain't saferPut the gun to yo' grill and relax your faceThis haters wanna smoke me niggaCuz when they see the (?) face it's stiff like Tropheys niggaI spit bars that's hotter than hellAnd the kids trynna kick more chips than Taco BellBeat niggas like guards in jailSo when ya mom see ya on a box it'll be hard to tellAnd 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 *****? I'm the big spinnerI'm give 'em a taste they still want moreWords 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 ***** ain't playin'!
