you gotta be careful when you pick fights. And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know - (Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who the
show you how much I'm in it Open up your heart Help me understand Please tell me who you are So I can show you who I am Who I am, who I am, who I am
be with you for so long. I was planning on this being something worth mentioning, Energy invested in someone I saw potential in. Who killed chivalry
tonight Everything that I choose still can't forget Grey Goose Converse covered with mixer juice And all my niggas rollin' up in the booth Who got me on another on Someone please
Shorty, who dat you think always missing you? I cannot get enough of kissing you I don't cry, okay I shed a tear or two On the grind, but girl ain't no
god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race Bandwagon's full, please, catch another
, not just my misses I took a shot and didn't even come close At trust and love and hope And the poets are just kids who didn't make it Who never had
my broken heart They always say a heart is not a home Without the one who gets you through the storm Standing out in the rain Knowing that it's really over Please
broken heart They always say that a heart is not a home Without the one who gets you through the storm Standin' out in the rain Knowing now it's really over Please
going great I'm Superman with the wind at his back She's Lois Lane but when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snap, "Who's that dude?", I don
don?t need no luxuries As long as you are understandin' I?m not difficult to please Act nice and gentle to me I?m the kind of guy Who likes to take
spend away from you Another night I'm on another broken avenue Trading in who I've been for shiny celebrity skin I like to push it, and push it until my luck is over (Please
you doing, you're ruining my rep" She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet" I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please" She
Can't be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Is who's gonna run this
't there The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back for
to plenty cream Bentleys (Ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black and famous with money hangin' out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get? (Who
't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x) Yeah! [Morock] This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada