Lyrics from LIL KIM

lyrics

            '"Crush On You"

Intro: Lil' Cease

Undeas (uhh... uh-huh)

Lil' Ceaser (uhh... uh-hah, Queen Bee)

Uhh (uh-huh, that's me)
Uhh, check it (Lil' Kim)


Verse One: Lil' Cease

Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease
Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased

You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen

While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist

Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage

While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot

It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad

When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh


Hook: Notorious B.I.G.


I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you

I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Verse Two: Lil' Kim

Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal

I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
While you count your jewels thinkin I'ma cheat you
The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
And I'll be doin things that you won't regret
Lil Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!)
I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don't blush, just keep this on the hush

Hook

Verse Three: Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim


While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude


You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a
Works from the dealers, all in chinchila
Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin trees in the dutch

I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick

Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian LaCroix


Hook (repeat 4X to fade)

                                                        "going it way big"

[Lil' Kim]
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mekenos, Greece
just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
This is for my millionaire glub golfers
Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggaz 'cross the face with a Centurion Card
who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
In the Contintental T, magnolia B
.. (man, she doin it way big)
I'm comin through Hummer stuntin, and I'm frontin
Workin that LaBurke and, Ermez bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G.
Every move we make is always B.I.G.
And the number one rule, think B.I.G.
And the best rapper's still B.I.G.

[Lil' Kim]
Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H-R-E rims
(uh-huh, doin it way big)
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of farragut faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop, 30 or more in Christian D'or
They gotta, close the store and let me shop some more
We go to, Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
(now that's what you call doin it way big)

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be (doin it way big)
We greet our guests at the door
with champagne and cigars that read (doin it way big)
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
And office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in, without a QUeen Bee members only jacket
that reads (doin it way big)

  

"thug love"

Twista]Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this)
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches
Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition
Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it
Don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

[Lil' Kim]
It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M
Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up
(now whassup - y'all better come roll with us)
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this)
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For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this)
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR!
Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers
Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year
Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]

[Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot?
[K.I.M.] Like a gun shot
[K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold?
[Twista] Well I think so
[Twista] Kim do you got dranks
[K.I.M.] Crist' by the box
[K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes
[Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

[Lil' Kim]
Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

[Twista]
Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus Two: Lil' Kim]
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?