Lil' Kim - Fuck You Lyrics

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[Lil Cease]

Nine shots greet ya greet ya

Hang with Little Ceaser

But don't sling pizza pizza

The gat carryin'

Rap barbarian

'96 Blake Carrington

I brings the most dangerous diseases

Trife please mc's of all types

Homosexuals dice intellectuals

Like my flow my charm

Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches

Style never switches

Inhale exhale

Bail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouse

And him **sted** kids fled

Rumors was dead

No beef with no cliques

Niggas don't want shit

Trife impresses

Lex's GsSs

Chicks in iceberg dresses

Who the bestest

M.A.F.I.A.

But faggot niggas wanna spoil it

Stop me from having marvel forces

Den gold Taurus

I force it down your throat like sodomy

Mama proud of me

'cause I stopped killing niggas for free

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Lil Kim:

Uh Uh The Anne Klein

Sporting coke

Snorting niggas lovely

I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley

Watch this show as my flow bubble over

Like Mo's and Cristal's

Ain't here to bust a pistal

Sippin hard on Cristal

Dreaming counts large amounts

'cause Frank don't play with lai money

Get high money

Ready to die ****

No if ands or maybes

I'm not your average lady

Put that on my 380

Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas

Niggas call us Crystal and Alexus

Bump into some hoes that be in Huston busting

Trunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaron

Uh who us we just swerving

In the dark blue Suburban

Drinking Burbon

With Heinekens for the chaser

Police'll never chase us

We too fly for that

Process the fingerprinted

We too **** for that

I be flirtin for certain

Wearing short skirts and

But ain't no **** certain

See that's the difference between me and other bitches

They fuck to get they riches

I fuck to bust a nut

Lil Kim not a slut

I gotta reputation to look out for

Plus my boss is a outlaw

Biggie:

Uh these mothafuckas think they tough guys

Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***

Foggot ass mothafuckas

Really ain' t no true players

Larceny:

Death comes the **** that oppose the clique

Dick-riders get off the dick

'cause Larceny got guns for yall

And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall

Catching cases niggas pull they macs out

Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out

Then I blacks out

Start shooting kids cribs suspicious

Making my escape jumping bridges

Malicious sometimes the danger taste delicious

Rule number three don't take love from no bitches

You know what makes me much stronger than you

I can take pain much longer than you

So what you gonna do when I run up in that ass creep

How you wanna spit a ***grease***

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