Lil’ Kim - Who Shot Ya? lyrics
[Lil’ Kim - Who Shot Ya? lyrics]
Who shot ya? I'm the Notorious KIM
Queen Bitch, cause the streets say I am
Play private airports
Fashion week I'm on the runway
Feds tryna tie me to all sorts of gunplay
Must be the mon-ey
Paparazzi looking for my limo I
Breeze out in the Hyundai
Biggie warned me the more money more problems
Now that I'm on the new levels
I see the new devils my flame stay on high
So I walks right through em
Old school, new school, I really don't care
I burn baby burn like smokey the bear
Y'all don't want nothing here
It's election season
And your number one candidate is leading
The lyrical molesting is taking place
Fucking with Queen Bee it ain't safe
Leave the stinger in your face
Like you got the mumps kim spit that shit to
Give you niggas goosebumps
Honey girl break rules, make moves
Bitches mad cause I keep multi-millionaire
Dudes all around me
A billion cock rhymes, any of you bitches
Whisperin about mines, and I'm and I'm
Bedstuy's finest, you rewind this
Brooklyn's behind this gO BROOKLYN!
I seen the light, got rid of all the creeps
Camera's in the crib
Bullet proofed out the jeeps
Y'all go ahead and sleep
Got to watch my back
Think the coke and law enforcement
Acts make me slack?
A bitch is all that, cock sucker, ease up
This laser beam device make a nigga freeze up
'st cut the check, respect I demand it
Slip and break the seventh commandment
Thou shall not fuck with the Queen
Or see Poppa
Send you straight to BIG in the chopper
I feel for you, pop my collar like the Fonz
Royalty watch, while Lil' Kim on the arm
Put your money where your mouth is
Contracts in the briefcase
You name the time and the place
Make sure you remember my face snake bitches
Fake bitches
What the fuck y'all wanna do bitches?
More better, got the haystack
I'm in the phantom, she's in the Maybach
Flex got his arms in the fire position n'
Bout' to drop the bomb
Hope you haters is listenin' who shot ya?
Queen Bitch, cause the streets say I am
Play private airports
Fashion week I'm on the runway
Feds tryna tie me to all sorts of gunplay
Must be the mon-ey
Paparazzi looking for my limo I
Breeze out in the Hyundai
Biggie warned me the more money more problems
Now that I'm on the new levels
I see the new devils my flame stay on high
So I walks right through em
Old school, new school, I really don't care
I burn baby burn like smokey the bear
Y'all don't want nothing here
It's election season
And your number one candidate is leading
The lyrical molesting is taking place
Fucking with Queen Bee it ain't safe
Leave the stinger in your face
Like you got the mumps kim spit that shit to
Give you niggas goosebumps
Honey girl break rules, make moves
Bitches mad cause I keep multi-millionaire
Dudes all around me
A billion cock rhymes, any of you bitches
Whisperin about mines, and I'm and I'm
Bedstuy's finest, you rewind this
Brooklyn's behind this gO BROOKLYN!
I seen the light, got rid of all the creeps
Camera's in the crib
Bullet proofed out the jeeps
Y'all go ahead and sleep
Got to watch my back
Think the coke and law enforcement
Acts make me slack?
A bitch is all that, cock sucker, ease up
This laser beam device make a nigga freeze up
'st cut the check, respect I demand it
Slip and break the seventh commandment
Thou shall not fuck with the Queen
Or see Poppa
Send you straight to BIG in the chopper
I feel for you, pop my collar like the Fonz
Royalty watch, while Lil' Kim on the arm
Put your money where your mouth is
Contracts in the briefcase
You name the time and the place
Make sure you remember my face snake bitches
Fake bitches
What the fuck y'all wanna do bitches?
More better, got the haystack
I'm in the phantom, she's in the Maybach
Flex got his arms in the fire position n'
Bout' to drop the bomb
Hope you haters is listenin' who shot ya?