[Lil' Kim]
S-W nine millimeter, check
Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm ready to go
Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
(Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After d**h" bandana
Here take it - in case I don't make it
Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it
The way I see it, mmm, s**ual
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got sh** to make the world shake
One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
f** them n***as, them n***as dust to me
And if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a b**h
And got n***as runnin from me, like the Olympics
And I'm told my man Gutter I'mma get him
And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA
Chorus: Grace Jones
Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..
Lose control.. got nowhere to go..
[Lil' Kim]
I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple
[Lil' Cease]
A Snapple? b**h I got bombs and sh**
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and sh**
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
I'm tryin to catch this n***a Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave
They at this resteraunt that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
You see, I used to date this b**h from Botswana
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that b**h is a freak
I used to f** her in the a** while my girl was asleep
And she the one who told me where these cats is at
I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon!
Chorus
[Lil' Kim]
Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh
We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)
The n***a Puff ready to holla at these b**hes
(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them b**hes down with them n***as"
And never would the d** make the b**h slack up
I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup
And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them n***as just b**hes like my Yorkie
Pigs like the Porky, we on point like snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
All I can think about, is how he k**ed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, ma**acre style
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese
My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider
And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started s**in n***as up like a vacuum
Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then
My trigger finger started itchin
Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
And next second, you missed it
Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
One more shot, he's over, sh** Puff, I'm empty
(Here, I only got one shot left!)
But I'mma hold my breath, til he fall to his d**h
But he was helpless
This little kid squeezed off in his pelvis
Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)