(feat. The Game)



[22 seconds of instrumental to open]



[Chorus 2X: The Game - singing]

When the sun goes down and them guns come out

Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth

When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin

(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)



[Lil' Kim]

Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear

All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year

With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it

How did they make it in this game for so long

I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard

I know a federal case, from a publicity charge

Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL

But hoes wanna go to COURT 'til I pay them for they NAILS

Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me

My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T

You spent your advance on your Continental T

I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee

And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER

Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER

Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE

I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS



[Chorus]



[Lil' Kim]

I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material

But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible

The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you

'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical

SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul

And if I don't like you then I wont pretend to

It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you

In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do

Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya

Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher

I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya

Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers

You fake phony, you always was lil' homey

Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody

I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley

Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?



[Chorus]



[Lil' Kim]

You see it always be them ones talkin this and that

How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP

Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap

'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back

It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin

The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin

A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin

They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards

Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers

Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers

Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team

You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM

Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean

Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems

You act like you don't know what side of town this realer

Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers