Verse I
Honey, hold my purse
I will nurse/ this game back to its worth
I will curse/ these rappers, they the worse
I'm the toughest n***a in the game wearing a skirt
Straight low blows/ I-ma hit you where it hurts
Your flow/ dead, back of the hearse
Im the new queen, new b**h, new wife
The new general left. Right?
And in the last ten years of my life
No one can do it better unless they all dike
Underground hype/ we cant get along
Im here for a catalog/ not for a song
Youre here for a bridge/ Your bridge is over
I deliver heat! Your synthetic wig is over
I know your hoping/ I dont take notice
Cause if I do, the game will change as you know it Verse II
b**hes/ know your/ position/ and dont act different/ when I visit
Cause when ya gone missing/ youll be wishing/ you was listening
When I mentioned/my intention/ to christen/ the game to a good condition
Youre so weak, severely malnutrition-ed
Im pissing/ all over b**hes/ like R. Kelly
Whatcha going do? You soft as jelly
And you cant tell me/ your n***a dont feel me
Well/ I feel his deli/ up in my belly
Bedroom bully/ I push down that skully
And watch ya n***a give me more head than Dudleys
I steal a b**hs man like Angelina
I then seen more men than a sports arena
They was real press, so I took em to the cleaners
So yall betta stay on ya toes like a ballerina
Cause Im a little meaner/ than Ike was to Tina
f** with me, your career will be f**ed more than Adinas
Im a bad b**h, ask about Janey
Im a beast! (RAOW!!!) You cant tame me
Im so official, I aint playing
Let me flip it/ so you dont twist/ what Im saying?
Buck shots! Dem no f** around stranga!
Wi nu play, so dem livin in uh danga!
Ready fi bun dem, oonu tek di uh blazing
Blaow! Blaow! Tek di uh blazing! Verse III
I'm a CEO/ Mid-East b**h
Every artist that was let go/ won't sell sh**
I'm the best thing that entered your life
You couldn't fill my shoes, if you was wearing my Nikes
I gave you a style/ so you can run with it
Who the f** need to get high/ before they start spitting
I'd say you some sh**/ but you'd take it as a compliment
That's how muthaf**ing dumb you is
Two thumbs down, thats how slum you is
Stop writing, youre better at forearming your dick
I am Mike Tyson's fist/ and Steve Nash's arm, sh**
That's how muthaf**ing strong I is
My money on that long arm ish
My words is on that far gone sh**
Why don't you just pay homage kid?
Cause you'll never get on top like an Amish b**h