Fuck You - Lil' Kim F/ Ceaser

[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***