| All of a sudden, everybody wan' bang with us
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| Don’t they know them Gotti kids are dangerous?
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| Come come now, y’all need to stop
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| Niggaz better hold they head 'fore they body rock
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| I got, soldiers in every town
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| That’ll come see y’all like «Black Hawk Down»
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| I ain’t playin with you motherfuckers
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| (RAAAAAAID!) I’m sprayin you motherfuckers
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| If gettin money is a crime, then I confess
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| Ain’t about money? |
| I could care less
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| When you see us comin know it’s time to collect
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| Niggaz be like, «Here come the IRS!»
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| Kick down doors, shoot through walls
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| Queen Bee’s a movement, fight for the cause
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| Got a bite that’s bigger than «Jaws»
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| With or without my boys, I still make noise
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| New York — when Kim say, «Can you hear me now?»
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| That’s when y’all turn it up
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| Midwest — when Kim say, «Can you hear me now?»
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| That’s when y’all burn it up
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| L.A. — when Kim say, «Can you hear me now?»
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| Y’all make them cars jump
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| Dirty South — when Kim say, «Can you hear me now?»
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| That’s when y’all get it crunk!
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| My last album, some of y’all wasn’t ready for it
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| Alright, I slow it up, put the brakes on for ya
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| I know what I’m doin, I ain’t losin my mind
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| I’m just so advanced I’m ahead of my time
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| You all stuck at the back, I’m ahead of the line
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| Even in the dark, I’m still gon' shine
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| You’ll see what I mean in 2009
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| I kick outer space raps — ILL RHYMES
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| Live guitars, nigga fuck cars
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| I’m tryin to buy a spaceship to get to Mars
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| Look out the window, and reach for the stars
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| It’s a new day, Lil' Kim’s in charge
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| Got a big dick, I’ll bone you out
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| Like money in the bank, loan you out
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| If you ain’t straight I’ll comb you out
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| Lil' Kim and Scott Storch be zonin out!
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| Ain’t wanna do it, but now I got to pop my collar
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| You actin like y’all real tough act to follow
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| I got medallions the size of a half a dollar
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| And about to buy my best friend a beauty parlor
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| I know y’all don’t wanna see Kim on top
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| Please stop worryin about what I got
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| What the fuck y’all know about the Yonker Rock
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| When I’m cookin, keep your hands out my pot
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| Them boys ain’t bad and ain’t no bitch greater
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| Stop tryin to use me as a respirator
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| I’m the same bitch on the escalator
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| And I still ain’t got no time for you fuckin haters
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| I might start my day at Piarage'
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| Or with a Mafia meetin at the Brooklyn Cafe
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| «Okay, y’all wanna play?»
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| Like 9/11, you gon' remember this day
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| New York — «Can you hear me now?»
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| Midwest — «Can you hear me now?»
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| L.A. — «Can you hear me now?»
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| Dirty South — «Can you hear me now?»
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| «Can you hear me now?» |