The Queen Songtext

[Puffy]IntroI don't give a fuck, yeah yeah yeahAs we proceed to give you what you needQueen Bee, muthafuckas, B.I.G, muthafuckasJunior Mafia, muthafuckasYeah yeah yeah yeah[Lil' Kim]Snitches wanna front on 'emKnow not to come inI keep ten glocks, ten rocks up in front of 'emLike they sprayin' somethin', like they sayin' somethin'Get my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' (what?!)My music is just like Lewis, stiff 84Yours is like Evander, seventy-seven slowThanks to Tyro, I'm 32 and "O"When ya'll catch a knock out, these fools cop outTwo for five spots, I tear the rocks outPop the tops out, the clear spot outNigga or bitch, you don't want no problemsMy revolver is a quick problem solverDon't ever think I'm slippin'Bitch I ain't dumbI carry a stun gun inside of my hair bunHatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a bitchStrap on a fake dick, and stick you where you shit (ha ha)Chorus:Come you all, come and hail the QueenEverybody let me hear you singCome you all, come and hail the QueenEverybody let me hear you sing[Lil' Kim]Took three years off and mapped my shit outStitch up my game plan and get closer to GodGive me an inch, I take a yardOh lighten up, ya'll know I was comin' back real hardBy the power that was investin' in meFaith rested in meI can't quit now, too much money's invested in meTo my nigga B-I, this ones for you baby!All these niggas wanna be Kings, but fuck, these niggas crazyBlowin' the spot for ya (yeah!)Keepin' it locked for ya (yeah!)Rock for you, ain't a nigga I won't pop for youBitches want my title, ain't a slot for youNow it's a cold, cold world, I keep it hot for you(What?!) Ya'll cats know who I am(What?!) I love those who love Lil' Kim(What?!) I'm back again, the mic' eaterThe dick beater, the pussy skeeterBut I...Chorus[Lil' Kim]Put five carats on the "Fuck you" fingerAny haters in the crowd, give them the "Fuck you" fingerIf you think you can ball with the QueenHandle the repercussionsOur guns bust in English and in RussianNas veralouba katadevraNey dolce, gaberine, barooski, dasvidanyaNiggas stand in line, pay a fee for me to kiss 'emTwenty-one's the lucky number, once the "E" is in the systemOne night with the Q.B., and niggas need maturityKeep my pussy tight like the President's securityI'm sometimin', that's right, I change like the yearThose chips from the Casino, and the room is rearI'm the Queen!I've got special privilegesWe ain't equivalent, how dare you insult my intelligenceNow I would like you all to recite the words to this songCause you thought I was goin'But the Queen lives on!Chorus[Opera singers]The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?The Queen, you will never winHow you gonna win with the Queen?