[Puffy]
 As we proceed
 To give you what you need
 B.I.G.  mutha fucka's
 Lil' Cease  mutha fucka's

 [Bristal]
 Yo  handsome Hansun
 Got dough like the Hanson's
 Niggas come fast  went out like Helly Hanson
 Mr. Bristal  you will never catch me dancin'
 Often prancing  only in a mansion
 In the party  I'm high and drunk  I see you glancin'
 Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin'
 If shit hit the fan then I got the cannon
 Cock, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin'
 You can call the cops, I never get ran in
 Call Blake C., ya'll get the understanding
 Who my man is, who the fam' is
 All that bullshit you talk? Can it, we own the planet
 It's a definite, niggas over money, reppin' it
 Armageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' it
 You delicate, far away in the country where you better get
 Assets in, nigga
 Ya'll need to get wit' some veterans

 1 - [Big Harve]
 You don't wanna play around
 You don't wanna play around
 You don't wanna play around with me
 No more, I'll kill you

 You don't wanna play around
 You don't wanna play around
 You don't wanna play around with me
 No more, I'll kill you

 [Lil' Cease]
 Yo, yo, yo
 Niggas wanna start shit, push the button
 See the dough flip from the carpet
 Me and Bris' about to lock down the market
 Gats be sparkin', they lie too
 Got crips in blood, that part true
 B-Roc I'mma die for you
 Till this day, I'mma ride for you
 And God forbid, gotta die too
 When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you
 To guide you, on who to hit and not to
 If a nigga guilty, got to die too
 That's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach killer
 For more scrilla
 About to upset New York like Reggie Miller
 Once they say you turn thug, you turn killer
 Man, it's hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya
 That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody kill ya
 That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar
 Cause if you get too close, my nigga's might fuckin' killa ya
 Nigga

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 [Lil' Kim]
 Another one
 The Queen Bee, extraordinaire
 Lil' Cease, commin' at'cha
 For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh

 Fuck all you hoes, I blows like suits
 Bitches don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant
 Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness
 Pocohontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah
 Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far
 From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars
 Bitch think I'm rich, I could rock a fool blue suit
 A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots
 And still be the shit of the night
 When I come through
 You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do
 Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it
 I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket
 I promoted this shit, so I got's to make a profit
 And all the ends are sins to my men's, down his prophet
 Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners
 Layin' niggas down like carpenters
 So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it
 We ain't amateurs to this shit, we used to it
 And all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file
 So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall
 Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow
 Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it
 And don't forget it, bitches

 [Puffy]
 Stop tryin' to sound like her too, bitches

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 [Lil' Kim]
 Ya'll muthafucka's do not wanna play with us
 Ya'll don't wanna play with us
 We will fuckin' kill you

 Set the fucka's right
 I'll fuckin' kill you
 I don't give a fuck who it is

 You don't wanna play around