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[Intro: Joe Budden]
Jump off! The Remix
Lil` Kim, Joe Budden
Beehive, you see I....
[Verse One: Joe Budden]
I`m on the grind, hit Harlem shake me
(?) I ain`t gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers
Low finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers
Listen, anybody trynna rob me for jewels
You must`ve seen that third story shit, you got me confused
Go `head, dukes keep laughin` dudes keep baffin`
The only time I box in it, is in a new G-Wagon
I ask niggaz to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie back
Got against you and your faggot kid folk it`s just me tearin` up the
disco
It`s all wrinkle gotta album that`s better than your single
It`s real nigga, you frontin` your homie, you frontin` you phoney
You know your boy gettin` done by the One and Only
[Hook: Joe Budden] (Lil` Kim)
(What`s The Word?) He`s up to new good y`all
(What`s The Word?) We keep it so good y`all
(What`s The Word?) Still movin` the herd
(?) Still doin` the third
[Verse Two: Lil` Shanice]
You know me, Chanel popper boots, sweater to match
A house by the lake with this cheddar from raps
You see I need respect from the veteran cats
They gotta understand I just won`t settle for scraps
And I`m hotter than I`m hot with a 5 and a 3
And a failure is not what I`m trying to be
Uh! I got goals and I`m trying to suceed
Understand I got people relying on me
That`s why I`m trynna be in it `til it`s over
A notorious solider, when I`m older
Shan is ?buying the sun? that`s what I`m gonna do
I got see y`all sweatin` every time I come through!
[Hook: Lil` Shanice] (Lil` Kim)
(What`s The Word?) Shanice is what`s poppin`
(What`s The Word?) I`m headin` to the top and
(What`s The Word?) When I get there I`m stayin`
I do alot of jokin` but I`m not playin`
[Verse Three: Da Advokids]
Far from a role model, I pop and throw bottles
Throw hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodels
Love hoes that blow and swollow, knew my motto
Live life like there`s no tomorrow, my time is borrowed
First time is borrowed, first shine is borrowed
God knows, I got coke from Carlos
Caught all them charges, they hyped up provido`s
The priest in courses in it, the plain close offices
No stoppin` my Nacho`s Minchaco
And with the Roscoe, he pops slow
No peace offer between beast in bosses
Stay day dreamin` about palm trees and Porsches
Blow bomb trees till I`m nauces
Rubble air suits and air forces
My hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchure
Fame and the fortune, better think again (?)
[Verse Four: Da Advokids]
Now I can see why y`all on me
You need nigga pop swift you can call on me
Fuck, whoever gotta problem I ain`t for the face
This for homicide when they takin` the case
Paper case, hustlin` from night till dawn
It`s Fourth of July everytime the mic is on
I`m burnin` it up, kid gotta buzz on the street
You playing yourself, swift suckin` your feet
You the reason pigs is doin` twenty sweeps a week
Any beef wit` Beehive and I`m twistin` the fifth
Never pimp, know everyrule of break a bitch
Shells die, look like I`m was jumping outta a cliff (Queen Bee!)
Shorty told ya about +Money+ +Power+ +Respect+
And the guns that I can show, correct your step
Bunkin` S to the A, just remember the name
Matter fact, FUCK THAT, nigga take in your chain
[Interlude: Lil` Kim]
Aiiyo, who`s hot and who`s not, what`s rap and what`s not
Whatever nigga I take yo` spot and yo` spot
Move work from yo` block to yo` block
The neighbour better keep their fuckin` do`r locked
[Verse Five: Da Advokids]
See we be on a track together it`s flaming hot
Got trucks custom made, to range a drop
We need ta mantain cops and pay the bet
We run the streets FUCK what the mayor says!
Lotta niggas hate us like Star and Bun
