Lil' Kim Queen Bitch Lyrics

If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to f___ him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, b____ with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen b____, supreme b____
Kill a n____ for my n____ by any means b____
Murder scene b____
Clean b____, disease free b____
Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?
Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up aposttles, now strictly n____z that jostle
Kill a n____ for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta
nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin my p____ while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill n____z lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y'all n____z can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that b____

Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin
Roll with n____z that be thuggin, buggin
In the tunnel in Eso's
Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moscino, but every b____ got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
you think you greater, uh
(You n____z got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my d___, kick it b____)
Check my pitch, or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb a__ c___, a good a__ shot
With hardcore flows to keep a n____ d___ rock
Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales
Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team
s___'s straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin my rolex rich
s___, I'm rich, I'ma stay that b____