Verse 1:
What ya'll 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
'Til you get home
I'm amped like a part of ya couch
Then sit on me, that's what
I'ma spit fifty
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 leathers and furs
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 ya'll riches
Comin to joke and blind all ya'll bitches
Give respect where respect is due
Keep frontin', and I'ma put the tech to you
Coward
Chorus:
Black Rob: Dame espacio
Lil Kim: Man back up off me
Black Rob: Dame espacio
Lil Kim: Can I get a minute to breathe?
Black Rob: Dame espacio
Lil Kim: That means give me space
Black Rob: Dame espacio
Lil Kim: Damn back up off me
Verse 2:
Like I'm just talking like I never did these things
Snatch chains and rings
Teddy bears from siblings
I did things some of ya'll cowards might not imagine
Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
Press the button bitch I'm not havin
Wanna be a super employee an' leave in a bag an'
Black wagon
Baby 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 ain't yours
Get his whip
Watch how quickly I paint yours
Watch papi 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
Verse 3:
(Lil' Kim)
Where I come from
We all got guns
Be a hundred of ya'll an' 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 an' 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'm a 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 ya'll dough
And by now I think all ya'll know
Who's the winner
Still champ by T.K.O., what
Chorus