| Song | Queen ***** |
| Artist | Lil' Kim |
| Album | High School High The Soundtrack |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : C Broady/K Jones/N Myrick | |
| 作曲 : C Broady/K Jones/N Myrick | |
| If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you Biggie bust 'em | |
| He probably tried to **** him, I told him not to trust him | |
| Lyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge | |
| Hit hard like sledge-hammers | |
| ***** with that platinum grammar | |
| I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen *****, supreme ***** | |
| Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means *****, murder scene ***** | |
| Clean *****, disease-free *****, check it | |
| I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's | |
| Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them | |
| Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles | |
| Now strictly niggas that jostle | |
| Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure | |
| Your cheddar would be better | |
| Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better | |
| Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons | |
| Got buffoons eating my ***** while I watch cartoons | |
| Sleep 'til noon, rap Pam Grier's here | |
| Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear | |
| Frank kill niggas' wives for one point five | |
| While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive | |
| The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em | |
| Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem | |
| I'm rich, I'ma stay that *****, on and on, on and on | |
| Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G. | |
| Uhh, who you loving Who you wanna be hugging | |
| Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging | |
| In the Tunnel & Esso's | |
| Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino | |
| On a mission for the lucci creno | |
| I used to wear Moschino, but every ***** got it | |
| Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted | |
| C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen | |
| Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh | |
| You niggas got some audacity | |
| You sold a million now you half of me | |
| Get off my ****, kick it ***** Uhh | |
| Check my pitch, authentic persona | |
| And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds | |
| I got that bomb ass ****, a good-ass shock | |
| With hardcore flows to keep a nigga **** rock | |
| Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales | |
| Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags | |
| Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team | |
| Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean | |
| Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit | |
| Flossing my Rolex wrist shit | |
| I'm rich, I'ma stay that ***** | |
| Shit I'm rich, I'ma stay that ***** |
| zuo ci : C Broady K Jones N Myrick | |
| zuo qu : C Broady K Jones N Myrick | |
| If Peter Piper pecked ' em, I bet you Biggie bust ' em | |
| He probably tried to him, I told him not to trust him | |
| Lyrically I dust ' em off like Pledge | |
| Hit hard like sledgehammers | |
| with that platinum grammar | |
| I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen , supreme | |
| Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means , murder scene | |
| Clean , diseasefree , check it | |
| I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M M' s | |
| Roll with the M. A. F. I. A., remember them | |
| Tell ' em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles | |
| Now strictly niggas that jostle | |
| Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure | |
| Your cheddar would be better | |
| Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better | |
| Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons | |
| Got buffoons eating my while I watch cartoons | |
| Sleep ' til noon, rap Pam Grier' s here | |
| Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear | |
| Frank kill niggas' wives for one point five | |
| While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive | |
| The M. A. F. I. A., you wanna be ' em | |
| Most of y' all niggas can' t eat without per diem | |
| I' m rich, I' ma stay that , on and on, on and on | |
| Verse 2: Lil' Kim The Notorious B. I. G. | |
| Uhh, who you loving Who you wanna be hugging | |
| Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging | |
| In the Tunnel Esso' s | |
| Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino | |
| On a mission for the lucci creno | |
| I used to wear Moschino, but every got it | |
| Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted | |
| Cnote after Cnote, Frank Boat hold fifteen | |
| Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh | |
| You niggas got some audacity | |
| You sold a million now you half of me | |
| Get off my , kick it Uhh | |
| Check my pitch, authentic persona | |
| And I' ll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds | |
| I got that bomb ass , a goodass shock | |
| With hardcore flows to keep a nigga rock | |
| Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales | |
| Shopping Bloomingdale' s for Prada bags | |
| Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team | |
| Shit' s straight like 9: 15, y' nahmean | |
| Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit | |
| Flossing my Rolex wrist shit | |
| I' m rich, I' ma stay that | |
| Shit I' m rich, I' ma stay that |
| zuò cí : C Broady K Jones N Myrick | |
| zuò qǔ : C Broady K Jones N Myrick | |
| If Peter Piper pecked ' em, I bet you Biggie bust ' em | |
| He probably tried to him, I told him not to trust him | |
| Lyrically I dust ' em off like Pledge | |
| Hit hard like sledgehammers | |
| with that platinum grammar | |
| I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen , supreme | |
| Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means , murder scene | |
| Clean , diseasefree , check it | |
| I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M M' s | |
| Roll with the M. A. F. I. A., remember them | |
| Tell ' em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles | |
| Now strictly niggas that jostle | |
| Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure | |
| Your cheddar would be better | |
| Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better | |
| Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons | |
| Got buffoons eating my while I watch cartoons | |
| Sleep ' til noon, rap Pam Grier' s here | |
| Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear | |
| Frank kill niggas' wives for one point five | |
| While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive | |
| The M. A. F. I. A., you wanna be ' em | |
| Most of y' all niggas can' t eat without per diem | |
| I' m rich, I' ma stay that , on and on, on and on | |
| Verse 2: Lil' Kim The Notorious B. I. G. | |
| Uhh, who you loving Who you wanna be hugging | |
| Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging | |
| In the Tunnel Esso' s | |
| Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino | |
| On a mission for the lucci creno | |
| I used to wear Moschino, but every got it | |
| Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted | |
| Cnote after Cnote, Frank Boat hold fifteen | |
| Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh | |
| You niggas got some audacity | |
| You sold a million now you half of me | |
| Get off my , kick it Uhh | |
| Check my pitch, authentic persona | |
| And I' ll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds | |
| I got that bomb ass , a goodass shock | |
| With hardcore flows to keep a nigga rock | |
| Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales | |
| Shopping Bloomingdale' s for Prada bags | |
| Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team | |
| Shit' s straight like 9: 15, y' nahmean | |
| Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit | |
| Flossing my Rolex wrist shit | |
| I' m rich, I' ma stay that | |
| Shit I' m rich, I' ma stay that |