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Get in Touch With Us
by Lil' Kim
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"Now you've seen this before;
Don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy"
Yeah yeah yeah yeah - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yeah, yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin' with the Bee you might not make it alive
'Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up
[Chorus]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
The money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
[Chorus]
It's the Ghost
And the Queen
I'ma shoot at most of your team
And I'm leavin with most of your cream
Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
I'ma kill a made nigga
And I'ma kill the witnesses
Y.O. nigga
Crooklyn bitch
Nigga bust off your hammer
And cook them bricks
If you really had dough like you said you did
We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
S.P. the Mack Milli'
Q.B. the Tech
Got the money and the power
Now where's the respect?
[Chorus]
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
"Now you've seen this before;
Don't, don't tell me what's been happening.
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy"
Yeah yeah yeah yeah - I'm back
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yeah, yeah - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin' with the Bee you might not make it alive
'Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up
[Chorus]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea
And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea
(It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
The money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
[Chorus]
It's the Ghost
And the Queen
I'ma shoot at most of your team
And I'm leavin with most of your cream
Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
I'ma kill a made nigga
And I'ma kill the witnesses
Y.O. nigga
Crooklyn bitch
Nigga bust off your hammer
And cook them bricks
If you really had dough like you said you did
We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
S.P. the Mack Milli'
Q.B. the Tech
Got the money and the power
Now where's the respect?
[Chorus]
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
