Nelly - You Can't Win lyrics

* for verification mail this author or janis@betatesters.com [Puff Daddy] Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherf**er to get out their seat) Ladies and gentleman without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my b**h [Lil' Kim] f** that, b**hes don't deserve to rap I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your concern Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn Damn my a** is firm, stay away from germs p**y flawless, get wetted in worms If you only knew like Aaliyah How your man be hawking me and stalking me When he f**ing you he see me Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey Easy, believe me, my words is credible Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy Sex him well, get him high, he might f** around and die 1 - [Lil' Kim] I guess you know by now who's number one Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from (Number one) So if you got beef better think again (Number one) Cause you can't win (You can't win) Repeat 1 Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane I moved on to bigger and better things Y'all still making minimum wage First on stage, like the ever I graze Leave you amazed And keep the fifth by the rib cage All you jealous a** holes is rebellious a** holes Still trying to recoup from the first album a** holes You's a gangster, prove it Wanna shoot me, do it That's word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that a** on fire That's how you work with barbed wire Carve my name in your face Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme Cocoa bu*ter cre That's the gleam of d** baby like codeine Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory I mean practically, the sh** is whack for me Mama bear, finally out of hibernating Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating Repeat 1 (2x) [Lil' Kim] It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy I've been in this sh** since Biz hit the, one-two Nothing left to do Move it in there, cathedral ceilings Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings P Diddy introduced me to the business side Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels Still on tricycles, riding bicycles Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts On the countdown, don't make me laugh Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff They say we twins then I'm the better half I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern This court is adjourned And now it's your turn b**h Repeat 1 (2x) [Puff Daddy] Can you feel me? I just wanna know if y'all can feel me I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there It's not a game, we're back And this time we're not going anywhere Number one, that's my b**h Recognize! Ya feel me? Yeah, yeah, yeah