Lil' Kim f/ Lil Cease, Notorious b.i.g., Larceny    Hardcore          [Lil Cease]   Nine shots greet ya, greet ya   Hang with Little Ceaser   But don't sling pizza, pizza   The gat carryin'   Rap barbarian   '96 Blake Carrington   I brings the most dangerous diseases   Trife please mc's of all types   Homosexuals dice intellectuals   Like my flow, my charm   Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches   Style never switches   Inhale, exhale   Bail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouse   And him **sted** kids fled   Rumors was dead   No beef with no cliques   Niggas don't want shit   Trife impresses   Lex's, GsSs   Chicks in iceberg dresses   Who the bestest   M.A.F.I.A.   But faggot niggas wanna spoil it   Stop me from having marvel forces,    Den gold Taurus   I force it down your throat like sodomy   Mama proud of me   Cuz I stopped killing niggas for free      Lil Kim:   Uh, Uh, The Anne Klein    Sporting coke   Snorting niggas lovely   I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley   Watch this show as my flow bubble over   Like Mo's and Cristal's   Ain't here to bust a pistal   Sippin hard on Cristal   Dreaming counts, large amounts   Cuz Frank don't play with lai money   Get high money   Ready to die ****   No if, ands, or maybes   I'm not your average lady   Put that on my 380   Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas   Niggas call us Crystal and Alexus   Bump into some hoes that be in Huston busting   Trunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaron   Uh, who us, we just swerving   In the dark blue Suburban   Drinking Burbon   With Heinekens for the chaser    Police'll never chase us   We too fly for that   Process the fingerprinted   We too **** for that   I be, flirtin for certain   Wearing short skirts and   But ain't no **** certain   See, that's the difference between me and other bitches   They fuck to get they riches   I fuck to bust a nut   Lil Kim not a slut   I gotta reputation to look out for   Plus my boss is a outlaw      Biggie:   Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys   Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***   Foggot ass mothafuckas   Really ain' t no true players      Larceny:   Death comes the **** that oppose the clique    Dick-riders get off the dick   Cuz Larceny got guns for yall   And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall   Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out   Niggas getting mad cuz I dug they backs out   Then I blacks out   Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious   Making my escape jumping bridges   Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious   Rule number three don't take love from no bitches   You know what makes me much stronger than you   I can take pain much longer than you   So what you gonna do when I run up in that ass, creep   How you wanna spit a ***grease***