My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa 
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no 
In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa  [bad word] ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa 

[Lil' Kim] 
Fresh out the federal building 
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings 
It's the black widow, call me Miss White 
I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights 
Brooklyn [bad word]  you go wrong I get right 
Back with a classic, now gimme six mics 
Can't reach me on the phone, then send a [bad word] a kite 
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes 
Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X 
Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect 
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed 
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor 
Told you I'm the same [bad word] from the escalator 
And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators 
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters 
 [bad word]  

[Lil' Kim] 
Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos 
So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's [bad word] through in the oh-six Benz-itos 
The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino 
We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man 
Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin man 
See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand 
While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan 
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew  [bad word] Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through 
Them [bad word] done did somethin that they cain't undo 
Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too 
Coulda copped to a one to three do 
Still took it to trial, even though I blew 
Brooklyn style, that's how we do it 
Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it 
 [bad word]  

[Lil' Kim] 
Now a party ain't a party 'til the [bad word] through 
You know where I go, man the [bad word] too 
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe 
In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al 
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad [bad word] though 
Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go 
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk 
Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up 
Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up 
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up 
Ladies throw it right back, tell that [bad word] man up