| f/ Lil' Kim | |
| Dangerous niggas | |
| Uhh Black Rob shit | |
| Y'all don't know? | |
| Uhh Uhh | |
| Danegerous niggas | |
| Lil Kim and Black Rob yelowman | |
| P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for | |
| Murder yeah , ha ha yeah | |
| [Black Rob] | |
| What y'all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South | |
| Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth | |
| Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin | |
| Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse | |
| Till you get home , I'm amped like a part of ya couch | |
| Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy | |
| Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me | |
| Tried to tell his coward ass it's real | |
| Actin like I can't get through that Slomen Shield | |
| I'm a veteran, I'll take devils in front of him | |
| Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers | |
| Still sending ?kites with birds? | |
| Nothin's heard, feds wanna tap my word | |
| Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds | |
| You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches | |
| Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches | |
| Give respect where respect is due | |
| Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you | |
| Coward | |
| CHORUS: Lil Kim and Black Rob | |
| Dame espacio | |
| Man back up off me | |
| Dame espacio | |
| Can I get a minute to breathe? | |
| Dame espacio | |
| That means give me space | |
| Dame espacio | |
| Damn back up off me | |
| [Black Rob] | |
| Like I'm just talking like I never did these things | |
| Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings | |
| I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine | |
| Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm | |
| Press the button bitch I'm not havin | |
| Or it'll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and | |
| Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin | |
| It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nastradamus | |
| It's my thing do what I do best | |
| Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts | |
| How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls | |
| What's mines is mines, what's yours aint yours | |
| Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours | |
| Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs | |
| Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won't lamp in the hall | |
| Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches! | |
| CHORUS | |
| [Lil' Kim] | |
| Where I come from, we all got guns | |
| Be a hundred of yall and we still won't run | |
| Call the cops, they still won't come | |
| We bang on niggas like we playin the drums | |
| These cats think they know me Black | |
| Well I hit em over the head and say 'Homey don't play that' | |
| Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that? | |
| Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin my dick | |
| Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks | |
| Go on y'all can have my flow | |
| I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough | |
| And by now I think all yall know | |
| Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT | |
| CHORUS |
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