| It’s a new day
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| And all you gossipin' backstabbin' habitual haters
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| You’re all history
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| So you can hate or hail the Queen
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| But it don’t matter
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| 'Cause you ain’t got nuttin' for us
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| So as long as you live, remember this
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| You can’t fuck with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
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| All you haters will see, see, see
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| Oh don’t be mad, I can’t put this money in a casket
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| I can’t put these cars in a box with the ashes
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| I can’t take these diamonds with me when I die
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| I can’t build that pretty white house in the sky
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| I know you wishin' that you wrote this song
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| But these same words comin' from you would be a joke
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| You better off takin' heed from your boy Jada
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| I know you hate dyin' but you gon' die a hater
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| I’ve got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
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| Y’all near sighted, lotta y’all, can’t see that far
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| Rocks like the street light, baby watch 'em glow
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| Red yellow and green, don’t know whether to stop or go
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| I’m a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
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| Like a bottle of fine wine, I just get better with time
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| From 'Hardcore' to 'Notorious' you studied my flow and still
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| You can’t fuck with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
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| All you haters will see, see, see
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| Oh whether ya, slingin' the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
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| Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
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| Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
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| The industry down to Wall Street
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| They ask «What is she like, what does she need?
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| What is her type? |
| I wanna give it to her
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| Tell her please, be my girl, I’ll give her anything
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| Whatever her heart desires in this whole world»
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| Just 'cause you ain’t a millionaire don’t mean you can’t compete
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| You ain’t gotta be filthy rich but you can’t be cheap
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| I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
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| Gotta strong business mind, straight out the streets
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| He gotta have security, power and wealth
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| 'Cause I can do bad by my goddamn self
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| And if you spiritual, got a good heart and can make me laugh
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| And can fuck
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| You can get with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
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| Take you to ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy
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| Ain’t nuttin' gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
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| It’s in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer and richer
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| So like it or not, I am who I am
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| When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
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| Now take it to the bridge
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| Baye ya da, da, da da dah
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| Don’t that feel good?
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| Full force sing the break one more time, c’mon, c’mon
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| Baye ya da, da, da da dah
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| Don’t that sound so nice?
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| You can’t fuck with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
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| All you haters will see, see, ecstasy
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| You can get with Queen Bee, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
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| Take you to ecstasy, ecstasy, ecstasy
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| Gotta let 'em know
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| Let 'em know
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| Can’t see the Queen, Queen Bee, Queen Bee
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| Governor |