[Puffy]  
 As we proceed  
 To give you what you need  
 B.I.G.  mutha fucka's  
 Lil' Cease  mutha fucka's  
  
 [Bristal]  
 Yo  handsome Hansun  
 Got dough like the Hanson's  
 Niggas come fast  went out like Helly Hanson  
 Mr. Bristal  you will never catch me dancin'  
 Often prancing  only in a mansion  
 In the party  I'm high and drunk  I see you glancin'  
 Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin'  
 If shit hit the fan then I got the cannon  
 Cock, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin'  
 You can call the cops, I never get ran in  
 Call Blake C., ya'll get the understanding  
 Who my man is, who the fam' is  
 All that bullshit you talk? Can it, we own the planet  
 It's a definite, niggas over money, reppin' it  
 Armageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' it  
 You delicate, far away in the country where you better get  
 Assets in, nigga  
 Ya'll need to get wit' some veterans  
  
 1 - [Big Harve]  
 You don't wanna play around  
 You don't wanna play around  
 You don't wanna play around with me  
 No more, I'll kill you  
  
 You don't wanna play around  
 You don't wanna play around  
 You don't wanna play around with me  
 No more, I'll kill you  
  
 [Lil' Cease]  
 Yo, yo, yo  
 Niggas wanna start shit, push the button  
 See the dough flip from the carpet  
 Me and Bris' about to lock down the market  
 Gats be sparkin', they lie too  
 Got crips in blood, that part true  
 B-Roc I'mma die for you  
 Till this day, I'mma ride for you  
 And God forbid, gotta die too  
 When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you  
 To guide you, on who to hit and not to  
 If a nigga guilty, got to die too  
 That's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach killer  
 For more scrilla  
 About to upset New York like Reggie Miller  
 Once they say you turn thug, you turn killer  
 Man, it's hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya  
 That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody kill ya  
 That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar  
 Cause if you get too close, my nigga's might fuckin' killa ya  
 Nigga  
  
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 [Lil' Kim]  
 Another one  
 The Queen Bee, extraordinaire  
 Lil' Cease, commin' at'cha  
 For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh  
  
 Fuck all you hoes, I blows like suits  
 Bitches don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant  
 Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness  
 Pocohontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah  
 Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far  
 From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars  
 Bitch think I'm rich, I could rock a fool blue suit  
 A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots  
 And still be the shit of the night  
 When I come through  
 You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do  
 Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it  
 I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket  
 I promoted this shit, so I got's to make a profit  
 And all the ends are sins to my men's, down his prophet  
 Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners  
 Layin' niggas down like carpenters  
 So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it  
 We ain't amateurs to this shit, we used to it  
 And all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file  
 So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall  
 Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow  
 Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it  
 And don't forget it, bitches  
  
 [Puffy]  
 Stop tryin' to sound like her too, bitches  
  
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 [Lil' Kim]  
 Ya'll muthafucka's do not wanna play with us  
 Ya'll don't wanna play with us  
 We will fuckin' kill you  
  
 Set the fucka's right  
 I'll fuckin' kill you  
 I don't give a fuck who it is  
  
 You don't wanna play around