[Lilâ Kim]
Listen to thee don
Thereâs nothing you can do
To make me run away from this game here, this game here
And there is no emcee
To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
Yes Iâm telling you from the start
I will break your little heart (uh huh)
Thereâs nothing you can do
So just respect the don
There is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, better listen
Iâm gonna, murder them, murder them
Any competition Iâm gonâ murder them
Iâm gonna, blow off they whip
blow off they whip
All you frontinâ emcees, Iâm gonna, blow off your whip
When Iâm gone, you will appreciate my shit
When Iâm gone, youâll wanna spit my lyrics
But Iâm gwan, Iâm not gonâ put up with this
I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I ainât got all day
Some-fuckinâ-body gonâ pay
Got things to do and places to be
Iâm âbout to take back whatâs owed to me
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here
[Jay-Z]
All yâall, let it go, no disrespectin Hovâ
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, four cases pendinâ
Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
Itâs Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippinâ and I took the shades off
You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)
Iâm dangerous when tempted, best left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like âBerreeppâ when itâs thrown
Youâre heading for a cold place, younginâ, dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
Little fucks you, go play
PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
L-Y-N, stay out my way
Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end
Chorus:
[The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Yâall niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
[Lilâ Kim]
Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky
Haters watch your back
We might bust one in ya eye
Itâs going down tonight
So donât get outta line
Enough menâve tri-ed
But ânuff men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the planet
This girl, never troubled no-one
But if you trouble this girl
It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
What a bum bum
Repeat chorus til fade w/ Kim:
Bum bum BI bum bum
What a bum bum
What a bum bum