Lil’ Kim, The Notorious B.I.G. - Notorious K.I.M. lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil’ Kim, The Notorious B.I.G. - Notorious K.I.M. lyrics]
What? Here's another one
What? (Uh huh uh)
What? Uh! Here's another one
(Uh, huh) uh! Uh!
Live from NYC, it's QB
The heavyweight champ, female MC
Girls say they different but uh see
In all actuality, they wanna be me
This chick running around with
This stink ass gap
And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
You ain't a star
And your record company know that
How you make all this money
Get this far and blow it
I'm a businesswoman now so I'm not concerned
I'd bet on Lil' Cease before
You and your Firm
If this was back in the days
I would've been snatched you
I'm getting money now
Them bitches in the hood they can have you
Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit
For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen
Better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit i'ma make you sniff
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG get it
Shyne tryna sound like him when they rhyme
You ain't a murderer
Nigga, please come off that
I'm next up to bat motherfuckers
Get their jaws tapped
Bum ass nigga don't even know how
To bust a gun ass nigga you dumb ass nigga
Rappers acting out the late
Frank White's path
Once they get in jail they
Get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a
Boat doing the deadman's float we gangsters
Real gangsters b
Gun in the green room up at BET we gangsters
Real gangsters nigga
Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
We gangsters we gangsters bitch
Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh the moral of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch and you ain't BIG dick
Now I'm pissed niggas on some "10% Dis"
Well shit I'ma break it down like this
Lot of rappers in this game
That's cool but uh only one of us could rule
You see it's sort of like being in school
I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience
And I've got nine hundred
And ninety-nine votes
You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes
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 g's do the gangsta boogie
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
What? (Uh huh uh)
What? Uh! Here's another one
(Uh, huh) uh! Uh!
Live from NYC, it's QB
The heavyweight champ, female MC
Girls say they different but uh see
In all actuality, they wanna be me
This chick running around with
This stink ass gap
And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
You ain't a star
And your record company know that
How you make all this money
Get this far and blow it
I'm a businesswoman now so I'm not concerned
I'd bet on Lil' Cease before
You and your Firm
If this was back in the days
I would've been snatched you
I'm getting money now
Them bitches in the hood they can have you
Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit
For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen
Better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit i'ma make you sniff
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG get it
Shyne tryna sound like him when they rhyme
You ain't a murderer
Nigga, please come off that
I'm next up to bat motherfuckers
Get their jaws tapped
Bum ass nigga don't even know how
To bust a gun ass nigga you dumb ass nigga
Rappers acting out the late
Frank White's path
Once they get in jail they
Get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a
Boat doing the deadman's float we gangsters
Real gangsters b
Gun in the green room up at BET we gangsters
Real gangsters nigga
Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
We gangsters we gangsters bitch
Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh the moral of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch and you ain't BIG dick
Now I'm pissed niggas on some "10% Dis"
Well shit I'ma break it down like this
Lot of rappers in this game
That's cool but uh only one of us could rule
You see it's sort of like being in school
I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience
And I've got nine hundred
And ninety-nine votes
You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes
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 g's do the gangsta boogie
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O T-O-R-IO
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh