Jerome Foster - Who's Number One? lyrics

[Puff Daddy] Ladies and gentlemen (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 up out their seat) Ladies and gentlemen without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my b**h [Verse 1: 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 wetter than 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 vial 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 [Hook: 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, you better think again (Number one) Cause you can't win (You can't win) Repeat 2x [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Your so-called vendetta was light like birdfeathers 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 glazed Leave you amazed, and keep the fifth by the rib cage All you jealous a** hoes', rebellious a** hoes' Still trying to recoup off the first album a** hoes' You a gangster? Prove it. Wanna shoot me? Do it That's word to Jerry McGuire, I'll set that a** on fire Tie you up with barbed wire, carve my name in your face Pour gasoline on you, drop you at the gas station Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyurethane Cocoa bu*ter cream, vaseline and d** baby like codeine Low self-esteem? Uh-uh, the flow is excellent Yours is satisfactory, return them to the factory I mean practically, the sh** is wack to me Mama bear, finally out of hibernating Here to tell you chicks to stop tail-gating Repeat chorus (2x) [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A Often tipsy, cabin in Poughkeepsie 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 Spotted me a few mill and a couple of oil spills That's how we do it, you chicks is no frills Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels Stealin' tricycles, ridin' 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 (giggles) - 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 Chorus (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?