Lil’ Kim - Whoa lyrics

My niggas, pull triggers
Stack figures whoa whoa whoa snitch niggas
Broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P
Sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy
Cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

Fresh out the federal building
To Bentley Coupes with
The convertible ceilings
It's the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all
Shootouts and fistfights
Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone
Then send a bitch a kite
Man I do's it in heels or
A pair of crisp Nikes
Stand behind Martin Luther King
But I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin on they chest
Get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace
Cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggas put his soul to rest and
I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same
Bitch from the escalator
And I ain't trippin off
You rats and investigators
Get your envelopes
Time to address the haters

My niggas, pull triggers
Stack figures whoa whoa whoa snitch niggas
Broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P
Sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy
Cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man
Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin man
See I do it for the fans
They'll never understand
While they goin off course
Me I'm stickin to the plan
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew
Fuck Junior MAFIA, that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin
That they cain't undo
Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I blew
Brooklyn style, that's how we do it
Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it

My niggas, pull triggers
Stack figures whoa whoa whoa snitch niggas
Broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P
Sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy
Cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

Now a party ain't a party
'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though
Glass full of Crist-al in the jail jumpsuit
Still a bad bitch though
Rose from the ghetto it was
Hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world
Ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dancefloor
Everybody hands up throw it up, get down
Fellas hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back
Tell that nigga man up
My niggas, pull triggers
Stack figures whoa whoa whoa snitch niggas
Broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P
Sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy
Cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa