Nigga, waz up?   You think you tough, I'm fly shit   Has a bitch, dope as fuck   Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities   Fight you like the fucking enemies   You would think there's fucking ten of me   When I'm sending these   Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro   When I suck Timbaland's bone like you      Fido, I go   Scoop Lil' Kim   Me, she, her, them and him   Gets high in a tunnel   They see my Lexus comin'   They hear the bass rumblin'   They come quick, they come quick   Like a dick, I make myself sick   I'm so motherfuckin' bad to the bone   Like my titties are full blown      My style of rappin'   I'm such, such, such a good rapper   I give you good and plenty   My styles the bomb diggy   My style of rappin'   I'm such, such, such a good rapper   I give you good and plenty   My styles the bomb diggy      I'm calling your cards like Sprint   Can't be me, can't see me   I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents   Dogs, cats and babies   Whoever but my style   I hope you croak from the rabies   Swayze, maybe I call your name   Ain't that a fucking shame   I'm too high for that   I'm great like the Dane   Mane on main      If you decide to put your hands   On my fucking light   Like the cigarettes I light   You must burn, you better learn   From the pro   Who rock shows after shows   When it rains it pours   I hurt like the cold souls   My style polishes like nails and toes   You know, know      My style of rappin'   I'm such, such, such a good rapper   I give you good and plenty   My styles the bomb diggy   My style of rappin'   I'm such, such, such a good rapper   I give you good and plenty   My style the bomb diggy      You beg to be put on like cats   Nigga know who I am   Now you want to sing and dance   You want to shake your stanky ass   Well I'm sorry Sam   God damn, you ain't family   You hounding me, pounding me   With the same old story   You bore me   Lordy have mercy on all these groupies      Sorry cutie   Why you go and shake your bootie?   'Cause there's only one Lil' Kim   The triple beam, the misdemean   Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team   So hot we melt like ice cream   Without the dick riding   Dreams of smoking a California blunt   I got the lyrics to make you feel it   What you want nigga?      I'm talking about my style   I am the flyest then RZA now   I'm talking about my style   Let me tell you about Missy's style      My style of rappin'   I'm such, such, such a good rapper   I give you good and plenty   My styles the bomb diggy   My style of rappin'   I'm such, such, such a good rapper   I give you good and plenty   My style the bomb diggy      Hey Timbaland be talking more shit   And Lil' Kim be talking more shit   Da Brat be talking more shit   Busta Rhymes be talking more shit   Talking more shit   702 talk shit   And Aaliyah talk shit      Ginuwine be talking more shit   And I be talking more shit   And Total be talking more shit   Maganoo and St. Nick, we be talking shit   We be talking shit   Aight, aight   And Jimmy talking shit too, aight, aight   We out