Notorious Kim Songtext
von Lil’ Kim

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Live from N-Y-C it′s Q-B
The heavyweight champ, female MC
Girls say they different, but, uh, you see
In all actuality they wanna be me
This chick runnin' around with her stink-ass gat
And her fake-ass raps, havin' panic attacks
You ain′t a star, and your record company know
How you make all this money, get this far and blow?
I′m a business woman now, so I'm not concerned
I bet on Little Cease before you and your firm
If this was back in the days, I woulda been smacked you
I′m gettin' money now, my bitches in the hood′ll get at you
Stop payin' these niggas to write y′all shit
For the right cream, I'll write a hot sixteen
You better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit, I'ma make him snitch

It′s the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It′s the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh


Everybody wanna shine off Big, get it?
Shyne, try to sound like him when they rhyme
You ain′t a murderer, nigga, please, come off that
I'm next up to bat, motherfuckers get they jaws tapped
Bum-ass nigga
Don′t even know how to bust a gun-ass nigga
Dumb-ass nigga
Rappers actin' out the late Frank White′s past
Once they go to jail, they get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat, doin' the dead man′s float
We gangstas, real gangstas, B
Run up in your green room at BET
We gangstas, real gangstas, nigga
Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
We gangstas, we gangstas, bitch
Even more dangerous, now we filthy rich

It′s the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It′s the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It′s the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

The moral of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch, you ain′t big dick
Now I'm pissed, niggas on some ten percent diss
Well, shit, I'ma break it down like this
Lotta rappers in the game, that′s cool
But, uh, only one of us could rule
You see, it′s sorta like bein' in school
I′m valedictorian, y'all in the audience
And I got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes
You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes
You local, bitch, I′m worldwide
Can't you see? Open your eyes
I got you by a landslide
Y′all mad 'cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch, child
Cats be frontin′ like they one tough cookie
All my real Gs, do the gangsta boogie

It′s the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It′s the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh