Queen Bitch Pt. Ii Lyrics - The Notorious K.i.m. - Lil' Kim

Listen to the don 

There's nothing you can do 

To make me run away from this game here, this game here 

And there is no emcee 

To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no 

Yes I'm telling you from the start 

I will break your little heart (uh huh) 

There's nothing you can do 

So just respect the don 

There is no word you can say 

That it would offend the Kim no, better listen 

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I'm gonna, murder them, murder them 

Any competition I'm gon' murder them 

I'm gonna, blow off they whip 

Blow off they whip 

All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip 

When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit 

When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics 

But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this 

I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick 

See, I ain't got all day 

Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay 

Got things to do and places to be 

I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me 

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant 

The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here 

Photos 

All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov' 

Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold 

Five nigga, volume two 

Dogs who be grinnin, then they 

Try to get out of line, four cases pendin' 

Three niggas got it coming, say May-June 

Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned 

It's Jay everyday, no days off 

No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off 

You wanna rock with me? Slug you one comfortably 

Put you back where your stomach should be (ill) 

I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone 

Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome 

Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown 

You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm 

Too much hustle, too easy to touch you 

Little fucks you, go play 

PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K 

L-Y-N, stay out my way 

Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K 

I to the M, B.I. to the end 

Pardon my French, but uh 

Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these 

Weak emcees, with these 

Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G 

You niggas sound like me 

Pardon my French, but uh 

Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these 

Weak emcees 

Y'all niggas got some audacity 

You sold a million, now you half of me 

Get off my dick, kick it bitch 

Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky 

Haters watch your back 

We might bust one in ya eye 

It's going down tonight 

So don't get outta line 

Enough men've tri-ed 

But 'nuff men-a di-ed 

Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever 

Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara 

What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck 

With this Brooklynite bandit 

Blow you off the planet 

This girl, never troubled no-one 

But if you trouble this girl 

It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!) 

What a bum bum 

Pardon my French, but uh 

Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these 

Weak emcees, with these 

Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G 

You niggas sound like me 

Pardon my French, but uh 

Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these 

Weak emcees 

Y'all niggas got some audacity 

You sold a million, now you half of me 

Get off my dick, kick it bitch 

Bum bum BI bum bum 

What a bum bum 

What a bum bum