Queen B Tch

Listen to the don

There's 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 I'm telling you from the start

I will break your little heart uh huh

There's 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

I'm gonna murder them murder them

Any competition I'm gon' murder them

I'm gonna blow off they whip

Blow off they whip

All you frontin' emcees I'm gonna blow off your whip

When I'm gone you will appreciate my sh*t

When I'm gone you'll wanna spit my lyrics

But I'm gwan I'm not gon' put up with this

I swear to God you jealous niggas make me sick

See I ain't got all day

Some f**kin' body gon' pay

Got things to do and places to be

I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me

Live from Bedford Stuyvesant

The livest one we right here we right here we right here

All y'all let it go no disrespectin Hov'

Four years since Doubt drop eleven million records sold

Five ni**a volume two

Dogs who be grinning then they

Try to get out of line four cases pendin'

Three niggas got it coming say May June

Six albums dropped cock suckers stay tuned

It's Jay everyday no days off

No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off

You wanna ruck with me Slug you one comfortably

Put you back where your stomach should be ill

I'm dangerous when tempted best left alone

Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome

Beretta sounds like Berreepp when it's thrown

You're heading for a cold place youngin' dress warm

Too much hustle too easy to touch you

Little f**ks 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

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

Y'all niggas got some audacity

You sold a million now you half of me

Get off my dick kick it b**ch

Love for BI Then bust one in the sky

Haters watch your back

We might bust one in ya eye

It's going down tonight

So don't get outta line

Enough men've tri ed

But nuff men a di ed

Biggie crowned me Miss Queen B**ch forever

Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara

What what the f**k who the f**k wanna f**k

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