Lyrics:
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Money power respect
Money power respect
Ima go cut me a check
Cut the check like I ain't got nothin left
I keep power on me just like I
but bitch
I'm preventing you put respect on my name
N's ain't real respectable
She think I'm incredible, her Mr incredible
She likin' my size, she look
of us got seven flows
I'ma get it in just by the load
All three of us went shoppin'
Seven hundred thousand all on clothes (let's go) (Keed talk to 'em)
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
pay respect because they taught me how to be a man
Gotta pay my dues you taught me how to play my cards right
If you ain't there then I pray that maybe
listen to
I see people say Ots J huncho every time
I like that one
With all due respect I just aint seen nothing like me
I gotta be like one of them niggas
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
loose murder, all witnesses and survivors
That's a job completer, dependable contractor
The back hand wack rap slapper
Mr. leather bomber taker
Catch
a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich."
When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes
I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves
And I
a Rothschild I get a bang for my dollar
The synagogue of Satan want me to hang by my collar
But all praise due to Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala
I put on for my
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
on the dash
Man we on it
Poppin' tags on y'all ass if I was you I might just clone it
Double back like I ain't got motion
Treat that codeine like a potion
Hit
she clean with it
I do have respect for her but she know when I need it
A nigga be stressed I never doubt she gone be the chick
Ridin' by my side she
hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper,
But will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin'
Captain?
All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank,
I
a muthafuckin'
captain?
All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank,
I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank.
I got hoes like acorns
the party all night
The G's straight showing, so it's on all night
She's a throwed lil' mama, plus I'm loving her style
Girl it's ridiculous, let me see you
any minute until I'm hit
So thank god they aim ain't greater than this
All due to my hiatus
It all went black for me yeah yeah
Big love to the ones
She a lil slut man I already know
Asking for money all day yea she broke
Carried the relationship oh fo sure
Way that she crawling back look like
believe I'm in the power of st. Lazarus
And he holds me in his sight
I know that these jitterbug days I'm living
Well they won't last for all of us
But
respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head
and to the beleaguered
I am a leader to the reckless
The death of a preacher
Who's left in the bleachers? Get respect
Like I stepped in for Jeter
Take a bow, Mr nichols,
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Candy paint on d's and fo's
[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit,
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