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[Puff Daddy]Ladies and gentleman(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)One-two, this thing on right here(We ain't gonna stop)Can y'all hear me out there?(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)Ladies and gentleman without further adieu(It's our time)I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch[Lil' Kim]Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rapI'm back, and I'm about to murder catsTrying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go downI cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeahYou broke hoes need to throw in the towelLife's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowelWho me? That's none of your concernLike ashes in the urn, more money to burnDamn my ass is firm, stay away from germsPussy flawless, get wetted in wormsIf you only knew like AaliyahHow your man be hawking me and stalking meWhen he fucking you he see meEvery crack valve or record he sell I get a pieceyEasy, believe me, my words is credibleAsk Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettableDon't let the QB get a hold of your guySex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die[1 - Lil' Kim]I guess you know by now who's number oneBrooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from(Number one)So if you got beef better think again(Number one)Cause you can't win(You can't win)[Repeat 1]Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathersEven with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricaneI moved on to bigger and better thingsY'all still making minimum wageFirst on stage, like the ever I grazeLeave you amazedAnd keep the fifth by the rib cageAll you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holesStill trying to recoup from the first album ass holesYou's a gangster, prove itWanna shoot me, do itThat's word than Jerry McGuireI'll set that ass on fireThat's how you work with barbed wireCarve my name in your facePour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas stationY'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurothemeCocoa butter cremeThat's the gleam of drugs baby like codeineLow self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellentYour's is satisfactory return them to the factoryI mean practically, the shit is whack for meMama bear, finally out of hibernatingHere to tell you chicks to stop tailgating[Repeat 1 (2x)][Lil' Kim]It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-AOften tipsy, cabin in PercipsyI've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-twoNothing left to doMove it in there, cathedral ceilingsDon't come to my house, it might hurt your feelingsP Diddy introduced me to the business sideFired me a few mill and a couple of oil spillsThat's how we do it, you chicks is no thrillDoin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheelsStill on tricycles, riding bicyclesOur diamonds be so white they look like iciclesI'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough draftsOn the countdown, don't make me laughGot my own company, I'm chief of the staffThey say we twins then I'm the better halfI'm nasty worse than Howard SternThis court is adjournedAnd now it's your turn bitch[Repeat 1 (2x)][Puff Daddy]Can you feel me?I just wanna know if y'all can feel meI just wanna know if y'all can feel me out thereIt's not a game, we're backAnd this time we're not going anywhereNumber one, that's my bitchRecognize! Ya feel me?Yeah, yeah, yeahmore