Lil' Kim not a slut
I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380
I fuck to bust a nut
I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley, watch the show
Motherfuckers think they tough guys
I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me
'Cause, larceny got guns for y'all
Rule number three don't take love from no bitches
Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal
'Cause I stopped killin' niggaz for free
Then I blacks out, start shootin' kids
Plus my boss is a outlaw
'Cause Frank don't play with lai money, get high money
In Hempstead, kids fled, rumors was dead
I be flirtin' for certain, wearin' short skirts and
The Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggaz lovely
So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease
Between me and other bitches
Who us? We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban
Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
Niggaz getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out
They fuck to get they riches
I gotta reputation to look out for
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all
Death comes to those that oppose the clique
Trife please, MC's of all types, homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals
But fagot niggaz wanna spoil it
I can take pain much longer than you
Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Catchin' cases, niggaz pull they macs out
Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'
The gat carryin', rap barbarian
As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's
No beef with no cliques, niggaz don't want shit, Trife impresses
Ninety-six Blake Carrington
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
But ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference
Dream accounts, large amounts
Cribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin' bridges
Dick-riders get off the dick
Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Faggot ass motherfuckers
They really ain't no true players
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses, who the best is? Mafia
And stay fuckin' other bitches, style never switches
Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's
Motherfuckers better hold hands steppin' up
Police'll never chase us we too fly for that
Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out for shootin' up a townhouse
Like my flow, my charm, wifey on the arm
You know what makes me much stronger than you
Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser
