"Hello? Is this Lil' Kim?"
"Who this?"
"Don't worry about aw dat, I found ya number in my man's pocket!"
"WELL SH*T, BITCH, GIVE IT TO 'EM THEN! NO WONDER THE MUTHAF*CKA HASN'T CALLED ME YET! WITCHO GROUPIE ASS STEALIN' NUMBERS AND SH*T..."
*hangs up*
I come from Bed-Stuy, nig**s either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just another funeral service
Nig**s will get at you, come through shinin' they yap you
In broad day light kidnap you
Feds get clapped too, police stay on us like tattoos
Nig**s only grind cause we have to
Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder
Fiends come through every hour
S'all about that dollar and we nuh deal with cowards
Weak lambs get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble, it's the land of trouble
Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
BIG comes first, then the Queen comes after
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the ***** of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it
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