[{"id":24927405,"name":"Queen Bitch","trackName":"Queen Bitch","artistName":"Lil Kim","albumName":"The Best of Lil Kim","duration":167.444898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Peter Piper pecked 'em\nI bet you Biggie bust 'em\nHe probably tried to fuck him\nI told him not to trust him\nLyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge\nHit hard like sledgehammers\nBitch with that platinum grammar\nI am a diamond cluster hustler\nQueen bitch, supreme bitch\nKill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch\nMurder scene bitch\nClean bitch, disease free bitch, check it\nI write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's\nRoll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them\nTell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen\nStraight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle\nKill a nigga for the figure, how you figure\nYour cheddar would be better\nBeretta inside a Beretta\nNobody do it better\nBet I wetcha like hurricanes and typhoons\nGot buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons\nSleep 'til noon\nRap Pam Grier's here\nBaby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear\nFrank kill niggas lives for one point five\nWhile you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive\nThe M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em\nMost of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem\nI'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\nOn, and on, on, and on\nWho you loving, who you wanna be hugging\nRoll with niggas that be thugging, bugging\nIn the Tunnel & Esso's\nSipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino\nOn a mission for the lucci creno\nI used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it\nNow I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted\nC-note after C-note\nFrank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer\nYou think you greater, uh\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it, bitch\nCheck my pitch, authentic persona\nAnd I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds\nI got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shot\nWith hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock\nSipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales\nShopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags\nFemale Don Dada has\nNo problems splitting cream with my team\nShit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean\nCruise the diamond district with my biscuit\nFlossing my Rolex wrist shit\nI'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.38] If Peter Piper pecked 'em\n[00:26.56] I bet you Biggie bust 'em\n[00:27.96] He probably tried to fuck him\n[00:29.26] I told him not to trust him\n[00:30.67] Lyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge\n[00:32.98] Hit hard like sledgehammers\n[00:34.48] Bitch with that platinum grammar\n[00:36.15] I am a diamond cluster hustler\n[00:38.74] Queen bitch, supreme bitch\n[00:40.83] Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch\n[00:43.41] Murder scene bitch\n[00:44.72] Clean bitch, disease free bitch, check it\n[00:47.90] I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's\n[00:50.17] Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them\n[00:52.49] Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen\n[00:54.52] Straight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle\n[00:57.50] Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure\n[00:59.73] Your cheddar would be better\n[01:01.40] Beretta inside a Beretta\n[01:02.94] Nobody do it better\n[01:04.19] Bet I wetcha like hurricanes and typhoons\n[01:06.75] Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons\n[01:09.59] Sleep 'til noon\n[01:11.07] Rap Pam Grier's here\n[01:12.54] Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear\n[01:14.94] Frank kill niggas lives for one point five\n[01:17.88] While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive\n[01:20.62] The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em\n[01:23.20] Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem\n[01:25.70] I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n[01:44.00] On, and on, on, and on\n[01:49.33] Who you loving, who you wanna be hugging\n[01:51.16] Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging\n[01:53.44] In the Tunnel & Esso's\n[01:54.99] Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino\n[01:57.23] On a mission for the lucci creno\n[01:59.07] I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it\n[02:02.12] Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted\n[02:05.39] C-note after C-note\n[02:06.97] Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer\n[02:09.60] You think you greater, uh\n[02:11.29] You niggas got some audacity\n[02:13.47] You sold a million now you half of me\n[02:15.79] Get off my dick, kick it, bitch\n[02:17.59] Check my pitch, authentic persona\n[02:19.40] And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds\n[02:22.02] I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shot\n[02:24.90] With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock\n[02:27.74] Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales\n[02:30.79] Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags\n[02:32.59] Female Don Dada has\n[02:33.75] No problems splitting cream with my team\n[02:36.11] Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean\n[02:38.99] Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit\n[02:42.06] Flossing my Rolex wrist shit\n[02:43.76] I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch","lyricsfile":"version: 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Queen bitch, supreme bitch\n  Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch\n  Murder scene bitch\n  Clean bitch, disease free bitch, check it\n  I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's\n  Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them\n  Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen\n  Straight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle\n  Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure\n  Your cheddar would be better\n  Beretta inside a Beretta\n  Nobody do it better\n  Bet I wetcha like hurricanes and typhoons\n  Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons\n  Sleep 'til noon\n  Rap Pam Grier's here\n  Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear\n  Frank kill niggas lives for one point five\n  While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive\n  The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em\n  Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem\n  I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n  On, and on, on, and on\n  Who you loving, who you wanna be hugging\n  Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging\n  In the Tunnel & Esso's\n  Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino\n  On a mission for the lucci creno\n  I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it\n  Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted\n  C-note after C-note\n  Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer\n  You think you greater, uh\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it, bitch\n  Check my pitch, authentic persona\n  And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds\n  I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shot\n  With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock\n  Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales\n  Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags\n  Female Don Dada has\n  No problems splitting cream with my team\n  Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean\n  Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit\n  Flossing my Rolex wrist shit\n  I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n"},{"id":3742054,"name":"Queen Bitch, Pt. 2","trackName":"Queen Bitch, Pt. 2","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh\nYeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\nBeotch!\nCome on, yeah\nUh, uh\nHe-he y'all ain't ready\nCome on now, turn me up a little bit\n\nEvery thing you heard\nYo that's my word\nYou play the herd\nAnd repeat every word\nIt get on your nerves\nTo see how we swerve\nWatches that shine\nDimes with his and her furs\nStraight from the curb\nTo the suburb\nIn the black suburb\nPlucking birds, getting served\nY'all ain't never learned\nHow this world turn\nThought it was over, huh\nNow we returned!\nTo whom it may concern\nWhen you're hot you burn\nMaybe it wasn't meant to be\nOr it just ain't your turn\nThe rules also stern\nNigga get what you earn\nAnd we still move in silence\nNigga ya heard?\n\nY'all know who y'all are\nWanna battle?\nBetter call an end to all that shit\nYou legit? Spit a bar\nWhat? See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? You think I'm kidding?\nCause everything we do\n(That's right)\nWe got a right to\n(Come on)\nYou criticize me we despise you\nIf what they say is true\nWe the baddest crew\nI'm far from broke\nSo why should I be mad at you?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(Beotch!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(Beotch!)\n\nYou must be out your mind\nOr you must be high\nFucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\nNo where near shy see I make you cry\nThe way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n(Oh yeah and by the way)\n(You got one more day)\n(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\nYeah bring it on bitch\nYou ain't strong bitch\nThought you'd be around long\nWrong bitch\nGot nothing but love\n(But when push comes to shove)\nWe turn to thugs\n(And we put on them gloves)\nCommence to licking slugs\nYou ain't giving up\nMore bags zipping up\nFake thug, nigga what?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\n(All hail the king and queen)\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\n(2000 baby, Bad Boy)\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\n(Rock on and on and on)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Queen Bitch, Pt. 2\n  artist: Lil’ Kim\n  album: The Notorious KIM\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh\n  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\n  Beotch!\n  Come on, yeah\n  Uh, uh\n  He-he y'all ain't ready\n  Come on now, turn me up a little bit\n\n  Every thing you heard\n  Yo that's my word\n  You play the herd\n  And repeat every word\n  It get on your nerves\n  To see how we swerve\n  Watches that shine\n  Dimes with his and her furs\n  Straight from the curb\n  To the suburb\n  In the black suburb\n  Plucking birds, getting served\n  Y'all ain't never learned\n  How this world turn\n  Thought it was over, huh\n  Now we returned!\n  To whom it may concern\n  When you're hot you burn\n  Maybe it wasn't meant to be\n  Or it just ain't your turn\n  The rules also stern\n  Nigga get what you earn\n  And we still move in silence\n  Nigga ya heard?\n\n  Y'all know who y'all are\n  Wanna battle?\n  Better call an end to all that shit\n  You legit? Spit a bar\n  What? See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":18105024,"name":"Queen Bitch, Part 2","trackName":"Queen Bitch, Part 2","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":237.653333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh\nYeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\nBeotch!\nCome on, yeah\nUh, uh\nHe-he y'all ain't ready\nCome on now, turn me up a little bit\n\nEvery thing you heard\nYo that's my word\nYou play the herd\nAnd repeat every word\nIt get on your nerves\nTo see how we swerve\nWatches that shine\nDimes with his and her furs\nStraight from the curb\nTo the suburb\nIn the black suburb\nPlucking birds, getting served\nY'all ain't never learned\nHow this world turn\nThought it was over, huh\nNow we returned!\nTo whom it may concern\nWhen you're hot you burn\nMaybe it wasn't meant to be\nOr it just ain't your turn\nThe rules also stern\nNigga get what you earn\nAnd we still move in silence\nNigga ya heard?\n\nY'all know who y'all are\nWanna battle?\nBetter call an end to all that shit\nYou legit? Spit a bar\nWhat? See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? You think I'm kidding?\nCause everything we do\n(That's right)\nWe got a right to\n(Come on)\nYou criticize me we despise you\nIf what they say is true\nWe the baddest crew\nI'm far from broke\nSo why should I be mad at you?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(Beotch!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(Beotch!)\n\nYou must be out your mind\nOr you must be high\nFucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\nNo where near shy see I make you cry\nThe way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n(Oh yeah and by the way)\n(You got one more day)\n(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\nYeah bring it on bitch\nYou ain't strong bitch\nThought you'd be around long\nWrong bitch\nGot nothing but love\n(But when push comes to shove)\nWe turn to thugs\n(And we put on them gloves)\nCommence to licking slugs\nYou ain't giving up\nMore bags zipping up\nFake thug, nigga what?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\n(All hail the king and queen)\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\n(2000 baby, Bad Boy)\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\n(Rock on and on and on)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Queen Bitch, Part 2\n  artist: Lil’ Kim\n  album: The Notorious KIM\n  duration_ms: 237653\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh\n  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\n  Beotch!\n  Come on, yeah\n  Uh, uh\n  He-he y'all ain't ready\n  Come on now, turn me up a little bit\n\n  Every thing you heard\n  Yo that's my word\n  You play the herd\n  And repeat every word\n  It get on your nerves\n  To see how we swerve\n  Watches that shine\n  Dimes with his and her furs\n  Straight from the curb\n  To the suburb\n  In the black suburb\n  Plucking birds, getting served\n  Y'all ain't never learned\n  How this world turn\n  Thought it was over, huh\n  Now we returned!\n  To whom it may concern\n  When you're hot you burn\n  Maybe it wasn't meant to be\n  Or it just ain't your turn\n  The rules also stern\n  Nigga get what you earn\n  And we still move in silence\n  Nigga ya heard?\n\n  Y'all know who y'all are\n  Wanna battle?\n  Better call an end to all that shit\n  You legit? Spit a bar\n  What? See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":20516199,"name":"Queen Bitch Pt. 2","trackName":"Queen Bitch Pt. 2","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":256.731429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh\nYeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\nBeotch!\nCome on, yeah\nUh, uh\nHe-he y'all ain't ready\nCome on now, turn me up a little bit\n\nEvery thing you heard\nYo that's my word\nYou play the herd\nAnd repeat every word\nIt get on your nerves\nTo see how we swerve\nWatches that shine\nDimes with his and her furs\nStraight from the curb\nTo the suburb\nIn the black suburb\nPlucking birds, getting served\nY'all ain't never learned\nHow this world turn\nThought it was over, huh\nNow we returned!\nTo whom it may concern\nWhen you're hot you burn\nMaybe it wasn't meant to be\nOr it just ain't your turn\nThe rules also stern\nNigga get what you earn\nAnd we still move in silence\nNigga ya heard?\n\nY'all know who y'all are\nWanna battle?\nBetter call an end to all that shit\nYou legit? Spit a bar\nWhat? See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? You think I'm kidding?\nCause everything we do\n(That's right)\nWe got a right to\n(Come on)\nYou criticize me we despise you\nIf what they say is true\nWe the baddest crew\nI'm far from broke\nSo why should I be mad at you?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(Beotch!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(Beotch!)\n\nYou must be out your mind\nOr you must be high\nFucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\nNo where near shy see I make you cry\nThe way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n(Oh yeah and by the way)\n(You got one more day)\n(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\nYeah bring it on bitch\nYou ain't strong bitch\nThought you'd be around long\nWrong bitch\nGot nothing but love\n(But when push comes to shove)\nWe turn to thugs\n(And we put on them gloves)\nCommence to licking slugs\nYou ain't giving up\nMore bags zipping up\nFake thug, nigga what?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\n(All hail the king and queen)\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\n(2000 baby, Bad Boy)\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\n(Rock on and on and on)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Queen Bitch Pt. 2\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: The Notorious KIM\n  duration_ms: 256731\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh\n  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\n  Beotch!\n  Come on, yeah\n  Uh, uh\n  He-he y'all ain't ready\n  Come on now, turn me up a little bit\n\n  Every thing you heard\n  Yo that's my word\n  You play the herd\n  And repeat every word\n  It get on your nerves\n  To see how we swerve\n  Watches that shine\n  Dimes with his and her furs\n  Straight from the curb\n  To the suburb\n  In the black suburb\n  Plucking birds, getting served\n  Y'all ain't never learned\n  How this world turn\n  Thought it was over, huh\n  Now we returned!\n  To whom it may concern\n  When you're hot you burn\n  Maybe it wasn't meant to be\n  Or it just ain't your turn\n  The rules also stern\n  Nigga get what you earn\n  And we still move in silence\n  Nigga ya heard?\n\n  Y'all know who y'all are\n  Wanna battle?\n  Better call an end to all that shit\n  You legit? Spit a bar\n  What? See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":17146200,"name":"Queen Bitch, Pt. 2 feat. 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See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? You think I'm kidding?\nCause everything we do\n(That's right)\nWe got a right to\n(Come on)\nYou criticize me we despise you\nIf what they say is true\nWe the baddest crew\nI'm far from broke\nSo why should I be mad at you?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(Beotch!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(Beotch!)\n\nYou must be out your mind\nOr you must be high\nFucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\nNo where near shy see I make you cry\nThe way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n(Oh yeah and by the way)\n(You got one more day)\n(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\nYeah bring it on bitch\nYou ain't strong bitch\nThought you'd be around long\nWrong bitch\nGot nothing but love\n(But when push comes to shove)\nWe turn to thugs\n(And we put on them gloves)\nCommence to licking slugs\nYou ain't giving up\nMore bags zipping up\nFake thug, nigga what?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\n(All hail the king and queen)\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\n(2000 baby, Bad Boy)\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\n(Rock on and on and on)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Queen Bitch, Pt. 2 feat. Diddy\n  artist: Lil’ Kim\n  album: The Notorious KIM\n  duration_ms: 237960\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh\n  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\n  Beotch!\n  Come on, yeah\n  Uh, uh\n  He-he y'all ain't ready\n  Come on now, turn me up a little bit\n\n  Every thing you heard\n  Yo that's my word\n  You play the herd\n  And repeat every word\n  It get on your nerves\n  To see how we swerve\n  Watches that shine\n  Dimes with his and her furs\n  Straight from the curb\n  To the suburb\n  In the black suburb\n  Plucking birds, getting served\n  Y'all ain't never learned\n  How this world turn\n  Thought it was over, huh\n  Now we returned!\n  To whom it may concern\n  When you're hot you burn\n  Maybe it wasn't meant to be\n  Or it just ain't your turn\n  The rules also stern\n  Nigga get what you earn\n  And we still move in silence\n  Nigga ya heard?\n\n  Y'all know who y'all are\n  Wanna battle?\n  Better call an end to all that shit\n  You legit? Spit a bar\n  What? See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":20855679,"name":"Queen Bitch Pt. 2 (Feat. 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See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? 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See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":16586332,"name":"Queen Bitch, Part 2 (feat. 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See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? 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Puff Daddy)\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: The Notorious Kim\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh\n  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\n  Beotch!\n  Come on, yeah\n  Uh, uh\n  He-he y'all ain't ready\n  Come on now, turn me up a little bit\n\n  Every thing you heard\n  Yo that's my word\n  You play the herd\n  And repeat every word\n  It get on your nerves\n  To see how we swerve\n  Watches that shine\n  Dimes with his and her furs\n  Straight from the curb\n  To the suburb\n  In the black suburb\n  Plucking birds, getting served\n  Y'all ain't never learned\n  How this world turn\n  Thought it was over, huh\n  Now we returned!\n  To whom it may concern\n  When you're hot you burn\n  Maybe it wasn't meant to be\n  Or it just ain't your turn\n  The rules also stern\n  Nigga get what you earn\n  And we still move in silence\n  Nigga ya heard?\n\n  Y'all know who y'all are\n  Wanna battle?\n  Better call an end to all that shit\n  You legit? Spit a bar\n  What? See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":21578074,"name":"queen bitch pt. 2 (ft. puff daddy)","trackName":"queen bitch pt. 2 (ft. puff daddy)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":238.001633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh\nYeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\nBeotch!\nCome on, yeah\nUh, uh\nHe-he y'all ain't ready\nCome on now, turn me up a little bit\n\nEvery thing you heard\nYo that's my word\nYou play the herd\nAnd repeat every word\nIt get on your nerves\nTo see how we swerve\nWatches that shine\nDimes with his and her furs\nStraight from the curb\nTo the suburb\nIn the black suburb\nPlucking birds, getting served\nY'all ain't never learned\nHow this world turn\nThought it was over, huh\nNow we returned!\nTo whom it may concern\nWhen you're hot you burn\nMaybe it wasn't meant to be\nOr it just ain't your turn\nThe rules also stern\nNigga get what you earn\nAnd we still move in silence\nNigga ya heard?\n\nY'all know who y'all are\nWanna battle?\nBetter call an end to all that shit\nYou legit? Spit a bar\nWhat? See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? You think I'm kidding?\nCause everything we do\n(That's right)\nWe got a right to\n(Come on)\nYou criticize me we despise you\nIf what they say is true\nWe the baddest crew\nI'm far from broke\nSo why should I be mad at you?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(Beotch!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(Beotch!)\n\nYou must be out your mind\nOr you must be high\nFucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\nNo where near shy see I make you cry\nThe way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n(Oh yeah and by the way)\n(You got one more day)\n(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\nYeah bring it on bitch\nYou ain't strong bitch\nThought you'd be around long\nWrong bitch\nGot nothing but love\n(But when push comes to shove)\nWe turn to thugs\n(And we put on them gloves)\nCommence to licking slugs\nYou ain't giving up\nMore bags zipping up\nFake thug, nigga what?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\n(All hail the king and queen)\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\n(2000 baby, Bad Boy)\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\n(Rock on and on and on)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: queen bitch pt. 2 (ft. puff daddy)\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: The Notorious KIM\n  duration_ms: 238002\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh\n  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\n  Beotch!\n  Come on, yeah\n  Uh, uh\n  He-he y'all ain't ready\n  Come on now, turn me up a little bit\n\n  Every thing you heard\n  Yo that's my word\n  You play the herd\n  And repeat every word\n  It get on your nerves\n  To see how we swerve\n  Watches that shine\n  Dimes with his and her furs\n  Straight from the curb\n  To the suburb\n  In the black suburb\n  Plucking birds, getting served\n  Y'all ain't never learned\n  How this world turn\n  Thought it was over, huh\n  Now we returned!\n  To whom it may concern\n  When you're hot you burn\n  Maybe it wasn't meant to be\n  Or it just ain't your turn\n  The rules also stern\n  Nigga get what you earn\n  And we still move in silence\n  Nigga ya heard?\n\n  Y'all know who y'all are\n  Wanna battle?\n  Better call an end to all that shit\n  You legit? Spit a bar\n  What? See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":11996911,"name":"Queen Bitch, Pt. 2","trackName":"Queen Bitch, Pt. 2","artistName":"Lil’ Kim feat. Diddy","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh\nYeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\nBeotch!\nCome on, yeah\nUh, uh\nHe-he y'all ain't ready\nCome on now, turn me up a little bit\n\nEvery thing you heard\nYo that's my word\nYou play the herd\nAnd repeat every word\nIt get on your nerves\nTo see how we swerve\nWatches that shine\nDimes with his and her furs\nStraight from the curb\nTo the suburb\nIn the black suburb\nPlucking birds, getting served\nY'all ain't never learned\nHow this world turn\nThought it was over, huh\nNow we returned!\nTo whom it may concern\nWhen you're hot you burn\nMaybe it wasn't meant to be\nOr it just ain't your turn\nThe rules also stern\nNigga get what you earn\nAnd we still move in silence\nNigga ya heard?\n\nY'all know who y'all are\nWanna battle?\nBetter call an end to all that shit\nYou legit? Spit a bar\nWhat? See I won the show\nGot the illest flow\nFinding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\nIt's the original\nAnd everybody know\nI rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\nI'm undroppable, untoppable\nYou can't hold me down\nDon't you know I'm unstoppable\nNiggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\nI'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\nNiggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\nToo many bitches just be licking the dick and\nAnd I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\nNot the sticky ones that taste like slaw\nOh something missing\nThe shower pissing\nAll up in your mouth\nWhat? You think I'm kidding?\nCause everything we do\n(That's right)\nWe got a right to\n(Come on)\nYou criticize me we despise you\nIf what they say is true\nWe the baddest crew\nI'm far from broke\nSo why should I be mad at you?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(Beotch!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(Beotch!)\n\nYou must be out your mind\nOr you must be high\nFucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\nNo where near shy see I make you cry\nThe way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n(Oh yeah and by the way)\n(You got one more day)\n(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\nYeah bring it on bitch\nYou ain't strong bitch\nThought you'd be around long\nWrong bitch\nGot nothing but love\n(But when push comes to shove)\nWe turn to thugs\n(And we put on them gloves)\nCommence to licking slugs\nYou ain't giving up\nMore bags zipping up\nFake thug, nigga what?\n\nUh, uh\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these weak emcee's\nWith these supreme baller like\nLyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\nY'all niggas sound like me\n(BEOTCH!)\nPardon my French but uh\n(All hail the king and queen)\nSometimes I get kind of\nPeeved at these week emcee's\n(2000 baby, Bad Boy)\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you're half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\n(BEOTCH!)\n(Rock on and on and on)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Queen Bitch, Pt. 2\n  artist: Lil’ Kim feat. Diddy\n  album: The Notorious KIM\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh\n  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh\n  Beotch!\n  Come on, yeah\n  Uh, uh\n  He-he y'all ain't ready\n  Come on now, turn me up a little bit\n\n  Every thing you heard\n  Yo that's my word\n  You play the herd\n  And repeat every word\n  It get on your nerves\n  To see how we swerve\n  Watches that shine\n  Dimes with his and her furs\n  Straight from the curb\n  To the suburb\n  In the black suburb\n  Plucking birds, getting served\n  Y'all ain't never learned\n  How this world turn\n  Thought it was over, huh\n  Now we returned!\n  To whom it may concern\n  When you're hot you burn\n  Maybe it wasn't meant to be\n  Or it just ain't your turn\n  The rules also stern\n  Nigga get what you earn\n  And we still move in silence\n  Nigga ya heard?\n\n  Y'all know who y'all are\n  Wanna battle?\n  Better call an end to all that shit\n  You legit? Spit a bar\n  What? See I won the show\n  Got the illest flow\n  Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes\n  It's the original\n  And everybody know\n  I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo\n  I'm undroppable, untoppable\n  You can't hold me down\n  Don't you know I'm unstoppable\n  Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear\n  I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year\n  Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh\n  Too many bitches just be licking the dick and\n  And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard\n  Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw\n  Oh something missing\n  The shower pissing\n  All up in your mouth\n  What? You think I'm kidding?\n  Cause everything we do\n  (That's right)\n  We got a right to\n  (Come on)\n  You criticize me we despise you\n  If what they say is true\n  We the baddest crew\n  I'm far from broke\n  So why should I be mad at you?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (Beotch!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (Beotch!)\n\n  You must be out your mind\n  Or you must be high\n  Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty\n  No where near shy see I make you cry\n  The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby\n  (Oh yeah and by the way)\n  (You got one more day)\n  (All you got to pay boo you got something to say)\n  Yeah bring it on bitch\n  You ain't strong bitch\n  Thought you'd be around long\n  Wrong bitch\n  Got nothing but love\n  (But when push comes to shove)\n  We turn to thugs\n  (And we put on them gloves)\n  Commence to licking slugs\n  You ain't giving up\n  More bags zipping up\n  Fake thug, nigga what?\n\n  Uh, uh\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these weak emcee's\n  With these supreme baller like\n  Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g\n  Y'all niggas sound like me\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  Pardon my French but uh\n  (All hail the king and queen)\n  Sometimes I get kind of\n  Peeved at these week emcee's\n  (2000 baby, Bad Boy)\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you're half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  (BEOTCH!)\n  (Rock on and on and on)\n"},{"id":1360831,"name":"Queen Bitch","trackName":"Queen Bitch","artistName":"Lil Kim","albumName":"Hardcore","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If peter piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em\nHe probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him\nLyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge\nHit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer\nI am a diamond cluster hustler\nQueen bitch, supreme bitch\nKill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch\nMurder scene bitch\nClean bitch, disease free bitch\nCheck it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's\nRoll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?\nTell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen\nStraight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle\nKill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?\nYour cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta\nNobody do it better\nBet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons\nGot buffoons eatin' my pussy while I watch cartoons\nSleep 'til noon, this rap Pam Grier's here\nBaby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear\nFrank kill niggas lives for one point five\nWhile you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive\nThe M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be 'em\nMost of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem\nI'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n\nUhh, who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'\nRoll with niggas that be thuggin', buggin'\nIn the tunnel in Eso's\nSippin' espresso, Cappuchino with Nino\nOn a mission for the Lucci Creno\nI used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it\nNow I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted\nC-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold 15 plus the caterer\nYou think you greater, uh\nYou niggas got some audacity\nYou sold a million now you half of me\nGet off my dick, kick it bitch\nCheck my pitch, or send it persona\nAnd I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds\nI got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot\nWith hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock\nSippin' Zinfandel, up in Chippendales\nShop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags\nFemale Don Dada hats no problems spittin' cream with my team\nShit's straight like nine 15, y'nahmean?\nCruise the diamond district with my biscuit\nFlossin' my Rolex wrist\nRich shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Queen Bitch\n  artist: Lil Kim\n  album: Hardcore\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If peter piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em\n  He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him\n  Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge\n  Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer\n  I am a diamond cluster hustler\n  Queen bitch, supreme bitch\n  Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch\n  Murder scene bitch\n  Clean bitch, disease free bitch\n  Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's\n  Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?\n  Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen\n  Straight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle\n  Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?\n  Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta\n  Nobody do it better\n  Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons\n  Got buffoons eatin' my pussy while I watch cartoons\n  Sleep 'til noon, this rap Pam Grier's here\n  Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear\n  Frank kill niggas lives for one point five\n  While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive\n  The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be 'em\n  Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem\n  I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n\n  Uhh, who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin'\n  Roll with niggas that be thuggin', buggin'\n  In the tunnel in Eso's\n  Sippin' espresso, Cappuchino with Nino\n  On a mission for the Lucci Creno\n  I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it\n  Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted\n  C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold 15 plus the caterer\n  You think you greater, uh\n  You niggas got some audacity\n  You sold a million now you half of me\n  Get off my dick, kick it bitch\n  Check my pitch, or send it persona\n  And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds\n  I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot\n  With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock\n  Sippin' Zinfandel, up in Chippendales\n  Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags\n  Female Don Dada hats no problems spittin' cream with my team\n  Shit's straight like nine 15, y'nahmean?\n  Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit\n  Flossin' my Rolex wrist\n  Rich shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n"},{"id":1360830,"name":"Queen Bitch","trackName":"Queen Bitch","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Hard Core","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Peter Piper pecked 'em\nI bet you Biggie bust 'em\nHe probably tried to fuck him\nI told him not to trust him\nLyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge\nHit hard like sledgehammers\nBitch with that platinum grammar\nI am a diamond cluster hustler\nQueen bitch, supreme bitch\nKill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch\nMurder scene bitch\nClean bitch, disease free bitch, check it\nI write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's\nRoll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them\nTell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen\nStraight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle\nKill a nigga for the figure, how you figure\nYour cheddar would be better\nBeretta inside a Beretta\nNobody do it better\nBet I wetcha like hurricanes and typhoons\nGot buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons\nSleep 'til noon\nRap Pam Grier's here\nBaby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear\nFrank kill niggas lives for one point five\nWhile you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive\nThe M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em\nMost of y'all niggas can't eat 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71070\n- text: Rap Pam Grier's here\n  start_ms: 71070\n  end_ms: 72540\n- text: Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear\n  start_ms: 72540\n  end_ms: 74940\n- text: Frank kill niggas lives for one point five\n  start_ms: 74940\n  end_ms: 77880\n- text: While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive\n  start_ms: 77880\n  end_ms: 80620\n- text: The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em\n  start_ms: 80620\n  end_ms: 83200\n- text: Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem\n  start_ms: 83200\n  end_ms: 85700\n- text: I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n  start_ms: 85700\n  end_ms: 104000\n- text: On, and on, on, and on\n  start_ms: 104000\n  end_ms: 109330\n- text: Who you loving, who you wanna be hugging\n  start_ms: 109330\n  end_ms: 111160\n- text: Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging\n  start_ms: 111160\n  end_ms: 113440\n- text: In the Tunnel & Esso's\n  start_ms: 113440\n  end_ms: 114990\n- text: Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino\n  start_ms: 114990\n  end_ms: 117230\n- text: On a mission for the lucci creno\n  start_ms: 117230\n  end_ms: 119070\n- text: I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it\n  start_ms: 119070\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 125390\n- text: C-note after C-note\n  start_ms: 125390\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 129600\n- text: You think you greater, uh\n  start_ms: 129600\n  end_ms: 131290\n- text: You niggas got some audacity\n  start_ms: 131290\n  end_ms: 133470\n- text: You sold a million now you half of me\n  start_ms: 133470\n  end_ms: 135790\n- text: Get off my dick, kick it, bitch\n  start_ms: 135790\n  end_ms: 137590\n- text: Check my pitch, authentic persona\n  start_ms: 137590\n  end_ms: 139400\n- text: And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds\n  start_ms: 139400\n  end_ms: 142020\n- text: I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shot\n  start_ms: 142020\n  end_ms: 144900\n- text: With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock\n  start_ms: 144900\n  end_ms: 147740\n- text: Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales\n  start_ms: 147740\n  end_ms: 150790\n- text: Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags\n  start_ms: 150790\n  end_ms: 152590\n- text: Female Don Dada has\n  start_ms: 152590\n  end_ms: 153750\n- text: No problems splitting cream with my team\n  start_ms: 153750\n  end_ms: 156110\n- text: Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean\n  start_ms: 156110\n  end_ms: 158990\n- text: Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit\n  start_ms: 158990\n  end_ms: 162060\n- text: Flossing my Rolex wrist shit\n  start_ms: 162060\n  end_ms: 163760\n- text: I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch\n  start_ms: 163760\nplain: |-\n  If Peter Piper pecked 'em\n  I bet you Biggie bust 'em\n  He probably tried to fuck him\n  I told him not to trust him\n  Lyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge\n  Hit hard like sledgehammers\n  Bitch with that platinum 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Bitch","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got, no time for fake niggaz\nJust sip some Cristal with these real niggaz\nFrom East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)\nAnd while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)\n\nI got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\nJust sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nFrom East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)\nAnd while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)\n[1] (\"How you figure that your team can effect my cream?\" - B.I.G.)\nI got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\nJust sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[2] (\"I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die\" - B.I.G.)\nFrom East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right)\nAnd while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go)\n\nYeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana\nUsually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana\nStick you for your cream and your riches\nZsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches\nPuff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer\nI follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles\n96 models, Bad Click on the stroll\n(Tell em how we roll) Cruise control\nNuttin make a woman feel betta\nthan Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz\nChillin in a Benz with my ami-gos\nTryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos\nIf you say so's, then I'm the same chick\nthat you wanna get with, lick up in my twat\nGotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom\nnanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!\n\nHeyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\nJust sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\nFrom East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)\nAnd while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)\n[1] (\"How you figure that your team can effect my cream?\" - B.I.G.)\nI got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\nJust sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n[2] (\"I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die\" - B.I.G.)\nFrom East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)\nAnd while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures\n\n[Verse Two: Puffy (Kim moaning in the background),\n\nHow you like it baby? Uhh, from the front\nUhh, from the back, give that ass a smack\nBet your man won't do it like that\nCan't work the middle, plus his thing too little\nLet me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha\nWork down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha\nMake you scream Pa-pa\n\nYou da best, Da Da\nNow watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy\nUhh! Say my name baby (okay)\nBefore you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks\nMake you wiggle, then giggle just a little\nI'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes\nAct shady, and feel my three-eighty\nor the raven, oohwee I see\nYour girl ain't a \"Freak Like Me\", or Adina\nHuh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)\nLil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)\n\n[Chorus: subst 'Got' for 'Heyyy', minus B.I.G.\n\nUhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)\nDiggin in your stash\n(Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money\nno licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky\nand the quickie, gimme your loot\nYour Mac-11 then shoot\nYour game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps\nshouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it\nDon't sweat it, I bet it'd\nmake ya cum smooth if you let it\nHuh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin\nHa-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know\nWhile you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits\nPlatinum and gold shit (we don't stop)\nI stay draped in diamonds and pearls\nBeside every man is a Bad Girl\n(That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Time (instrumental)\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: No Time / Queen Bitch\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got, no time for fake niggaz\n  Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz\n  From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)\n  And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)\n\n  I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\n  Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right)\n  And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)\n  [1] (\"How you figure that your team can effect my cream?\" - B.I.G.)\n  I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\n  Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  [2] (\"I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die\" - B.I.G.)\n  From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right)\n  And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go)\n\n  Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana\n  Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana\n  Stick you for your cream and your riches\n  Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches\n  Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer\n  I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles\n  96 models, Bad Click on the stroll\n  (Tell em how we roll) Cruise control\n  Nuttin make a woman feel betta\n  than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz\n  Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos\n  Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos\n  If you say so's, then I'm the same chick\n  that you wanna get with, lick up in my twat\n  Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom\n  nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy!\n\n  Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\n  Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)\n  And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)\n  [1] (\"How you figure that your team can effect my cream?\" - B.I.G.)\n  I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh)\n  Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh)\n  [2] (\"I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die\" - B.I.G.)\n  From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right)\n  And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures\n\n  [Verse Two: Puffy (Kim moaning in the background),\n\n  How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front\n  Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack\n  Bet your man won't do it like that\n  Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little\n  Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha\n  Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha\n  Make you scream Pa-pa\n\n  You da best, Da Da\n  Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy\n  Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)\n  Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks\n  Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little\n  I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes\n  Act shady, and feel my three-eighty\n  or the raven, oohwee I see\n  Your girl ain't a \"Freak Like Me\", or Adina\n  Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)\n  Lil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)\n\n  [Chorus: subst 'Got' for 'Heyyy', minus B.I.G.\n\n  Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)\n  Diggin in your stash\n  (Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money\n  no licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky\n  and the quickie, gimme your loot\n  Your Mac-11 then shoot\n  Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps\n  shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it\n  Don't sweat it, I bet it'd\n  make ya cum smooth if you let it\n  Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin\n  Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know\n  While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits\n  Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)\n  I stay draped in diamonds and pearls\n  Beside every man is a Bad Girl\n  (That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon)\n"}]