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.. My Aunt Dot |
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left a glock and some blood on my sheets |
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Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets |
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Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece |
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Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer |
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What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? |
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Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies |
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I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*} |
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To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes |
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Who are you? |
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[Lil' Shanice] |
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Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me? |
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[Lil' Kim] |
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She called me by my government name, Kimberly |
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Who sent you? |
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[Lil' Shanice] |
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My mom sent me; her name is Dottie |
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She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie |
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[Lil' Kim] |
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Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly |
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She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match |
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Bavari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose |
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and I could see she was admiring my Minski suit |
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Then she handed me the note |
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[Lil' Shanice] |
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Here - read this |
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[Lil' Kim] |
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I just stared her up and down |
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cause I couldn't believe this - then I opened it |
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It said, 'Bitches is out to get you; |
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your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz. |
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I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends. |
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They know where you live, so evacuate the crib. |
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And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice. |
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Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her. |
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Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol - |
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and tomorrow is her first violin recital, |
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and she would be more than happy if you could take her. |
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Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later.' |
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Damn.. what went wrong? |
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Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs? |
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Bitches all up in my ass like a thong |
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If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'gonged' |
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Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on |
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What the **** you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on |
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What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future |
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to bring back your head like Medusa |
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Chorus: Lil' Kim (repeat 2X) |
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Girls be actin stink, and mad funny |
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Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly |
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Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' |
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I know it hurts.. (I'm killin y'all) |
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[Lil' Kim] |
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Uhhh, we in the Range in this ****ed up weather |
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It's snowin and I'm tryin to put the whole shit together |
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How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me |
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and dress like me, and look like me |
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and Nicole, it's like she lived in my house |
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Askin me for money, day in - day out |
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And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha |
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She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha |
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C'mon Shanice I'm takin you to my house in L. Conn. |
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(I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine |
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[Lil' Shanice] |
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C'mon please, I wanna be just like you |
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600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies |
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Crazy baguettes in my barettes; and, |
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H-class rocks inside my baby G shop |
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**** Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes! |
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But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls |
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Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's |
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Versace hottie in designer clothes |
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Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us |
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Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus |
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I'm the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E |
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but all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee |
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What what? I like the green, know what I mean? |
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Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I come cleaner |
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[Lil' Kim] |
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You know what? I like you; little big person |
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but rule number one - no cursin |
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Anyway, what you know about that? |
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You too young for that, when I was your age |
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I woulda got hung for that |
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Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot |
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so she could fill me in a little more about the plot |
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Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two |
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'Hello?' Yo, what's the deal? |
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Why these bitches buggin out; |
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I mean, what's this all about? |
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'See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy |
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They don't want you to win no more |
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Soul Train they don't want you to attend no more |
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And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more |
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The other day, when I was comin out the grocery store |
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I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door' |
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For real? 'Yup, then I choked the bitch out |
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At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet |
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Through her in my backseat, |
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then I dumped her on a dead-end street |
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The other two? Yeah they still linger |
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But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em |
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so just pray I come home |
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and when we hang up, get rid of your phone' |
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Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother |
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It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another |
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Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin white, no sex |
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And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next |
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Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu |
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is the reason why the story is to be continued.. |
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Chorus |
