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Lil' Kim - Notorious K.I.M. (Lyrics On Screen) HD
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Songwriter
Kimberly Jones
Kimberly Jones
Songwriter
Osten S. Harvey Jr.
Osten S. Harvey Jr.
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Producer
Mike Koch
Mike Koch
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Stephen Dent
Stephen Dent
Engineer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Live from NYC, it's QB
The heavyweight champ, female MC
Girls say they different, but, uh, see
In all actuality, they wanna be me
This chick running around with this stink ass gap
And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
You ain't a star, and your record company know that
How you make all this money, get this far and blow it?
I'm a business woman now, so I'm not concerned
I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm
If this was back in the days, I would've been snatched you
I'm getting money now, them bitches in the hood, they can have you
Stop paying these **** to write y'all shit
For the right cream, I'd write a hot sixteen
Better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit, I'ma make you sniff
[Verse 2]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
[Verse 3]
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne tryna sound like him when they rhyme
You ain't a murderer, ****, please come off that
I'm next up to bat, motherfuckers get their jaws tapped
Bum ass ****, don't even know how to bust a gun ass ****
You dumb ass ****, rappers acting out the late Frank White's path
Once they go to jail, they get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a **** to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float
We gangsters, real gangsters, B
Gun in your greenroom up at BET
We gangsters, real gangsters, ****
Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
We gangsters, we gangsters, bitch
Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich
[Verse 4]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
[Verse 5]
The moral of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch, and you ain't big dick
Now I'm pissed, **** on some 10 percent diss
Well shit, I'ma break it down like this
Lot of rappers in this game, that's cool, but, uh
Only one of us could rule
You see, it's sort of like being in school
I'm valedictorian, y'all in the audience
And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes
You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes
You local, bitch, I'm worldwide
Can't you see? Open your eyes, I got you by a landslide
Y'all mad cause **** love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch, chile
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real G's do the gangsta boogie
[Verse 6]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Written by: Dana Stinson, K. Jones
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