[Lil' Kim]

Dangerous niggas

Uhh Black Rob shit 

Y'all don't know? 

Uhh Uhh 

Dangerous niggas 

Lil Kim and Black Rob

Yellowman 

P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for 

Murder yeah , ha ha yeah 



[Black Rob] 

What y'all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South 

Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth 

Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin 

Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse 

Till you get home , I'm amped like a part of ya couch 

Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy 

Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me 

Tried to tell his coward ass it's real 

Actin like I can't get through that Slomen Shield 

I'm a veteran, I'll take devils in front of him 

Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers 

Still sending ?kites with birds? 

Nothin's heard, feds wanna tap my word 

Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds 

You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches 

Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches 

Give respect where respect is due 

Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you 

Coward 



[CHORUS: Lil Kim and Black Rob] 

Dame espacio 

Man back up off me 

Dame espacio 

Can I get a minute to breathe? 

Dame espacio 

That means give me space 

Dame espacio 

Damn back up off me 



[Black Rob] 

Like I'm just talking like I never did these things 

Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings 

I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine 

Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm 

Press the button bitch I'm not havin 

Or it'll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and 

Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin 

It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nastradamus 

It's my thing do what I do best 

Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts 

How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls 

What's mines is mines, what's yours aint yours 

Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours 

Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs 

Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won't lamp in the hall 

Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches! 



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[Lil' Kim] 

Where I come from, we all got guns 

Be a hundred of yall and we still won't run 

Call the cops, they still won't come 

We bang on niggas like we playin the drums 

These cats think they know me Black 

Well I hit em over the head and say "Homey don't play that" 

Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that? 

Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin my dick 

Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks 

Go on y'all can have my flow 

I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough 

And by now I think all yall know 

Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT 



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