Nine shots greet ya  greet ya  
 Hang with Little Ceaser  
 But don't sling pizza  pizza  
 The gat carryin'  
 Rap barbarian  
 '96 Blake Carrington  
 I brings the most dangerous diseases  
 Trife please mc's of all types  
 Homosexuals dice intellectuals  
 Like my flow  my charm  
 Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches  
 Style never switches  
 Inhale  exhale  
 Bail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouse  
 And him **sted** kids fled  
 Rumors was dead  
 No beef with no cliques  
 Niggas don't want shit  
 Trife impresses  
 Lex's, GsSs  
 Chicks in iceberg dresses  
 Who the bestest  
 M.A.F.I.A.  
 But faggot niggas wanna spoil it  
 Stop me from having marvel forces,  
 Den gold Taurus  
 I force it down your throat like sodomy  
 Mama proud of me  
 Cuz I stopped killing niggas for free  
  
 Lil Kim:  
 Uh, Uh, The Anne Klein  
 Sporting coke  
 Snorting niggas lovely  
 I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley  
 Watch this show as my flow bubble over  
 Like Mo's and Cristal's  
 Ain't here to bust a pistal  
 Sippin hard on Cristal  
 Dreaming counts, large amounts  
 Cuz Frank don't play with lai money  
 Get high money  
 Ready to die ****  
 No if, ands, or maybes  
 I'm not your average lady  
 Put that on my 380  
 Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas  
 Niggas call us Crystal and Alexus  
 Bump into some hoes that be in Huston busting  
 Trunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaron  
 Uh, who us, we just swerving  
 In the dark blue Suburban  
 Drinking Burbon  
 With Heinekens for the chaser  
 Police'll never chase us  
 We too fly for that  
 Process the fingerprinted  
 We too **** for that  
 I be, flirtin for certain  
 Wearing short skirts and  
 But ain't no **** certain  
 See, that's the difference between me and other bitches  
 They fuck to get they riches  
 I fuck to bust a nut  
 Lil Kim not a slut  
 I gotta reputation to look out for  
 Plus my boss is a outlaw  
  
 Biggie:  
 Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys  
 Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***  
 Foggot ass mothafuckas  
 Really ain' t no true players  
  
 Larceny:  
 Death comes the **** that oppose the clique  
 Dick-riders get off the dick  
 Cuz Larceny got guns for yall  
 And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall  
 Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out  
 Niggas getting mad cuz I dug they backs out  
 Then I blacks out  
 Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious  
 Making my escape jumping bridges  
 Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious  
 Rule number three don't take love from no bitches  
 You know what makes me much stronger than you  
 I can take pain much longer than you  
 So what you gonna do when I run up in that ass, creep  
 How you wanna spit a ***grease