Who's Number One Lyrics - Lil' Kim

[Puff Daddy] 

Ladies and gentleman 

(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) 

One-two, this thing on right here 

(We ain't gonna stop) 

Can y'all hear me out there? 

(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat) 

Ladies and gentleman without further adieu 

(It's our time) 

I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch 

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[Lil' Kim] 

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap 

I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats 

Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down 

I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah 

You broke hoes need to throw in the towel 

Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel 

Who me? That's none of your concern 

Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn 

Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs 

Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms 

If you only knew like Aaliyah 

How your man be hawking me and stalking me 

When he fucking you he see me 

Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey 

Easy, believe me, my words is credible 

Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable 

Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy 

Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die 

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1 - [Lil' Kim] 

I guess you know by now who's number one 

Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from 

(Number one) 

So if you got beef better think again 

(Number one) 

Cause you can't win 

(You can't win) 

Repeat 1 

Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers 

Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane 

I moved on to bigger and better things 

Y'all still making minimum wage 

First on stage, like the ever I graze 

Leave you amazed 

And keep the fifth by the rib cage 

All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes 

Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes 

You's a gangster, prove it 

Wanna shoot me, do it 

That's word than Jerry McGuire 

I'll set that ass on fire 

That's how you work with barbed wire 

Carve my name in your face 

Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station 

Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme 

Cocoa butter crème 

That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine 

Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent 

Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory 

I mean practically, the shit is whack for me 

Mama bear, finally out of hibernating 

Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating 

Repeat 1 (2x) 

[Lil' Kim] 

It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A 

Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy 

I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two 

Nothing left to do 

Move it in there, cathedral ceilings 

Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings 

P Diddy introduced me to the business side 

Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills 

That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill 

Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels 

Still on tricycles, riding bicycles 

Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles 

I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts 

On the countdown, don't make me laugh 

Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff 

They say we twins then I'm the better half 

I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern 

This court is adjourned 

And now it's your turn bitch 

Repeat 1 (2x) 

[Puff Daddy] 

Can you feel me? 

I just wanna know if y'all can feel me 

I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there 

It's not a game, we're back 

And this time we're not going anywhere 

Number one, that's my bitch 

Recognize! Ya feel me? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah