love, but nine to five bores me Love me or hate me Lil' Kim come through My fans across the world I came back for you I came back for you All incarcerated
die? I'll say one thing is it leaves me with a bitter taste Love kills, love kills, love kills Love kills, love kills, love kills Love kills, love kills, love
or other, hey man, you know what I mean I don't mean to scare you But you're the one who came here And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
our soul was born in two Searching for you, I been searching for you Where ya been, where ya running to Where ya got to go, what ya got to do I don't
suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like my
better ask somebody I was born a god, I made myself a king Which means I downgraded to a human being You was born a goddess, I made you my queen Which
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was
are you? 'Cause I was 'Born to Mack' Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that It's the P I M P that's in me You envy, how instantly I make ten
was a queen I felt that feelin', anticipation Later came the stories of a reputation She was burnin' since she was born I fucked anyway, 'cause the
you hear me say I'm a gangster An' I ain't hear no complaints But I know that I will always continue to grow As long as I lead an' never follow no one
But I was not born to live to die, and you were not born for queenin' It's not to late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin' Mary queen of
of the classic Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year, yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all
did I love you mommy forever Love your moms, hate the streets I?ll protect you from fears, always be here Love your moms, hate the streets I?ll protect
good evening...) Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm) [Chorus: Mr. Maygreen] (Good), I look so, (good), the
in the hood I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin' for me She stash me out when the feds come lookin' for me I'm not cheatin' on her or
path and trail that you follow With the wood where you drive your nails, but too hollow Far from reality with a slim chance of gettin' back Even if you
that I strike with Let alone try to hold the pen that I write with You can even chop off my fingers I type with Those I hold a mic with, thinking I might