The Notorious K.I.M.

[Lil` Kim]<br>S-W nine millimeter, check<br>Long-nose double barreled rifle, check<br>Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check<br>Alright Puff, I`m ready to go<br><br>Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster<br>(Kim let`s go!) Slow down bab` bro<br>You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana<br>Here`s a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana<br>Here take it - in case I don`t make it<br>cause if my life don`t end, I`m damn sure gon` fake it<br>The way I see it, mmm, sexual<br>In the gunfight, two on three, you on me<br>Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake<br>One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake<br>Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me<br>and if I knock Cyrus off that`s a plus to me<br>And the funny thing about it, I`m a bitch<br>and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics<br>And I`m told my man Gutter I`ma get him<br>And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA<br><br>Chorus: Grace Jones<br><br>Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..<br>Lose control.. got nowhere to go..<br><br>[Lil` Kim]<br>I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle<br>I`ll be - down in a minute, I`m drinkin a Snapple<br><br>[Lil` Cease]<br>A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit<br>Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit<br>You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave<br>I`m tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, `fore him n his boys leave<br>They at this resteraunt that serve African food<br>where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude<br>You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana<br>Half-African but she looked like Madonna<br>Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet<br>I`ll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met<br>And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak<br>I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep<br>and she the one who told me where these cats is at<br>I can`t wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c`mon!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Lil` Kim]<br>Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh<br>We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians<br>Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)<br>The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches<br>(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)<br>I`m like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz"<br>And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up<br>I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup<br>And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies<br>Them niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie<br>Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers<br>Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies<br>All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles<br>Cut his head off, masochist style<br>Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him<br>When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese<br>My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse<br>Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider<br>And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick<br>I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick<br>And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom<br>We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum<br>Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin<br>Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That`s the cops then<br>My trigger finger started itchin<br>Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen<br>and next second, you missed it<br>Listen, it`s soundin like the 4th of July<br>Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky<br>I can`t believe this guy, he won`t fall over<br>Holes is in his body the size of cup holders<br>One more shot, he`s over, shit Puff, I`m empty<br>(Here, I only got one shot left!)<br>But I`ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death<br>but he was helpless, <br>this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis<br><br>Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)