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- Lil’ Kim - What’s the Word (Remix) Lyrics
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- feat. Da Advokids, Joe Budden, Lil' Shanice
- [Intro: Joe Budden]
- Jump off! The Remix
- Lil' Kim, Joe Budden
- Beehive, you see I....
- [Verse One: Joe Budden]
- I'm on the grind, hit Harlem shake me
- (?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers
- Low finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers
- Listen, anybody trynna rob me for jewels
- You must've seen that third story shit, you got me confused
- Go 'head, dukes keep laughin' dudes keep baffin'
- The only time I box in it, is in a new G-Wagon
- I ask niggaz to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie back
- Got against you and your faggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up the
- disco
- It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single
- It's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoney
- You know your boy gettin' done by the One and Only
- [Hook: Joe Budden] (Lil' Kim)
- (What's The Word?) He's up to new good y'all
- (What's The Word?) We keep it so good y'all
- (What's The Word?) Still movin' the herd
- (?) Still doin' the third
- [Verse Two: Lil' Shanice]
- You know me, Chanel popper boots, sweater to match
- A house by the lake with this cheddar from raps
- You see I need respect from the veteran cats
- They gotta understand I just won't settle for scraps
- And I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3
- And a failure is not what I'm trying to be
- Uh! I got goals and I'm trying to suceed
- Understand I got people relying on me
- That's why I'm trynna be in it 'til it's over
- A notorious solider, when I'm older
- Shan is ?buying the sun? that's what I'm gonna do
- I got see y'all sweatin' every time I come through!
- [Hook: Lil' Shanice] (Lil' Kim)
- (What's The Word?) Shanice is what's poppin'
- (What's The Word?) I'm headin' to the top and
- (What's The Word?) When I get there I'm stayin'
- I do alot of jokin' but I'm not playin'
- [Verse Three: Da Advokids]
- Far from a role model, I pop and throw bottles
- Throw hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodels
- Love hoes that blow and swollow, knew my motto
- Live life like there's no tomorrow, my time is borrowed
- First time is borrowed, first shine is borrowed
- God knows, I got coke from Carlos
- Caught all them charges, they hyped up provido's
- The priest in courses in it, the plain close offices
- No stoppin' my Nacho's Minchaco
- And with the Roscoe, he pops slow
- No peace offer between beast in bosses
- Stay day dreamin' about palm trees and Porsches
- Blow bomb trees till I'm nauces
- Rubble air suits and air forces
- My hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchure
- Fame and the fortune, better think again (?)
- [Verse Four: Da Advokids]
- Now I can see why y'all on me
- You need nigga pop swift you can call on me
- Fuck, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the face
- This for homicide when they takin' the case
- Paper case, hustlin' from night till dawn
- It's Fourth of July everytime the mic is on
- I'm burnin' it up, kid gotta buzz on the street
- You playing yourself, swift suckin' your feet
- You the reason pigs is doin' twenty sweeps a week
- Any beef wit' Beehive and I'm twistin' the fifth
- Never pimp, know everyrule of break a bitch
- Shells die, look like I'm was jumping outta a cliff (Queen Bee!)
- Shorty told ya about +Money+ +Power+ +Respect+
- And the guns that I can show, correct your step
- Bunkin' S to the A, just remember the name
- Matter fact, FUCK THAT, nigga take in your chain
- [Interlude: Lil' Kim]
- Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not
- Whatever nigga I take yo' spot and yo' spot
- Move work from yo' block to yo' block
- The neighbour better keep their fuckin' do'r locked
- [Verse Five: Da Advokids]
- See we be on a track together it's flaming hot
- Got trucks custom made, to range a drop
- We need ta mantain cops and pay the bet
- We run the streets FUCK what the mayor says!
- Lotta niggas hate us like Star and Bun
- Cuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucks
- And the arms is tucked, you better back it up
- Hold your nose, and your face and that be done
- This is our year, our game, I shine
- We shine, what's our name Advokids
- Go against the fam' and I gotta split your wig
- Treat you like a resta rhyme and spare your ribs
- [Verse Six: Da Advokids]
- See I break niggas heads like canaelopes
- Put holes in your body like vans and cokes
- Ya niggas broke, y'all hardly paid
- And I make ya arms hot like my holiday
- Niggas mad cuz I take their bitch, then break the bitch
- Make 'em "Roll Out" like I'm Ludacris
- Chill dawgs, you don't want the parts of me
- I break their bones you not a thug in harmony
- You now see Lil' Kim, you ass ain't safer
- Put the gun to yo' grill and relax your face
- This haters wanna smoke me nigga
- Cuz when they see the (?) face it's stiff like Tropheys nigga
- I spit bars that's hotter than hell
- And the kids trynna kick more chips than Taco Bell
- Beat niggas like guards in jail
- So when ya mom see ya on a box it'll be hard to tell
- And I sum niggas like ?guargimail?
- Since you gotta dirty mouth I'mma make you guard the shells, uh!
- [Interlude: Lil' Kim]
- I'm the shit, I'm the bread winner!
- Who's the bitch? I'm the big spinner
- I'm give 'em a taste they still want more
- Words on the street is I'm who they waitin' for
- [Hook: Lil' Kim]
- (What's The Word?) She at it again
- (What's The Word?) She in it to win
- (What's The Word?) She's back and she's stayin'
- (What's The Word?) The bitch ain't playin'!
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