Interlude
Lil' Kim

Verse 1:
(Lil' Kim)
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me,"Clean dis shit up", then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated wit the silencer
What, she don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy, Pastor Troy, wit the twin glizzies
I heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you?
(Shanice)
What up?
I'm Shanice
Don't remember me?
(Lil' Kim)
She called my by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
(Shanice)
My moms sent me
Her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie
(Lil' Kim)
She was cute, an' mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack wit da hat to match
Bulgari hikin' boots wit the mink bubble boots
An' I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit
Then she handed me the note
(Shanice)
Here, read dis
(Lil' Kim)
I jus' stared her up an' down
'Cause I couldn't believe dis
Then I opened it
It said, "Bitches out to get you,
"Your so-called friends put a bomb in ya Benz,
"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to ya friends,
"They know where you live, so evacuate da crib,
"An', oh, the little girl, that's ya cousin Shanice,
"Since I can't be wit her, I need you to babysit her
"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol,
"An' tomorrow is her first violin recital,
"An' she would be more than happy if you could take her,
"Peace, my number's on the back of this paper,
"Hit me later."
Damn
What went wrong
Can't we all jus' get along,
An' make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, ya'll hoes'll get gone
If it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for?
C'mon let's get it on
What's takin' you so long
I got plans for the future
To bring back ya head like Medusa

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Girls be actin' stink
An' mad funny
Ya'll bitches bleed like me
On the monthly
Can't stand the pain
Then pop a Humphrey
I know it hurts
I'm killin' ya'll
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Verse 2:
(Lil' Kim)
Uh
We in da Range in dis fucked up weather
It's snowin' an' I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me,
Dress like me, an' look like me
An' Nicole, it's like she lived at my house
Askin' me for money, day in, day out
An' last but not least, the grimmiest one Tyisha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Kesha
C'mon Shanice I'm takin' you to my house in Alpine
(Shanice)
I wanna go wit you
(Lil' Kim)
Uh, be quiet an' we'll get along fine
(Shanice)
C'mon, please
I wanna be jus' like you
600 Mercedes an' 380s in my doll babies
Crazy biggets in my barrettes
An' H-class rocks inside my baby G shops
Fuck Barney and Lamb Chops
I don't love them hoes
But anything goes when it comes to bank rolls
Diamonds on my toes
X and Os
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Little Nik an' Jus
An' take 'em to Toys 'R' Us
Make 'em spend they cheese then kick 'em out to take the bus
I'm the S- the H- the A- the N- the I- the C- the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
Wha, wha?
I like the green
Know what I mean?
Eva seen a professional?
(Lil' Kim)
Uh-huh
(Shanice)
Well I can clean
(Lil' Kim)
Know what?
I like you little, big person
Rule #1, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know about dat?
You too young for dat
When I was your age, I woulda got hung for dat
Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot
So she could fill me in a lil' more about the plot
Hmm, 9-1-7-8-5-2-1-2-2
(Aunt Dot)
Hello
(Lil' Kim)
Yo, what's da deal?
Why these bitches buggin' out?
I mean what's this all about?
(Aunt Dot)
See, it's sorta like what Tanya Harding did to Nancy
They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train
They don't want you to attend no more
An' I guess dats why they ain't yo friends no more
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store
I saw da bitch, Nicole, in front of the salon next door
(Lil' Kim)
For real?
(Aunt Dot)
Yep
I choked da bitch out
At least one to da heart
Tied up her hands an' feet
Th'ew her in my back seat
Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two?
Yeah, they still linger, but don't you lift a finger
I'ma get 'em
So jus' pray I come home
An' when we hang up, get ridda ya phone
(Lil' Kim)
Whew
When Aunt Dot comes, oh brotha
It's like 5 Bloody Marys, one after anotha
She have you stressed
No wearin' white, no sex
When she get flexed, guess what happens next
'Cause them other two girls that's on the menu
Is the reason why the story to be continued. . .

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