more than a lil bit [Lil Kim] Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit Tell a nigga quit Go 'head wit' ya lil dick Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
me from all sides I'm gettin' money, don't think I just be lettin' shit slide I'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't know how ta
Jeffrey Dalmer Ever since I killed 'em, I ain't been in trouble since It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense, he killed my best friend (Who's
I cam with a 'core For the love of money, charli, whoa it ain't my fault Like silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it The whole squad is terrorin
's too hood Girls that dress like Lil' Kim, that's too hood Can't talk without cursin' gold teeth MLK, all that's me I'm too hood for you I ain't trying
God don't minimize, I enterprise, when I rise In the thighs, make 'em see doubles like Geminis So, bring it on me no sweat it But you talk that Lil' Kim
tryin' to protect mine It ain't my fault he ran into my knife 20 times (He had it comin') Just my luck the bastard ain't die What you woulda did if every
m not guilty, just tryin' to protect mine It ain't my fault he ran into my knife 20 times (He had it comin') Just my luck the bastard ain't die What you
Lil' Kim (Na, na na, na) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh, uh, what) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na, na na, na) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
way I walk, the way I talk You mad but it ain't my fault, your girl was taught To work something, and bring it back to me Lil' B, you fake bustas recognize
from all sides I'm gettin money, don't think I just be lettin shit slide I'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't know how ta Rock this
Ever since I killed ?em I ain't been in trouble since It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense He killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them
Shorty if you ain't jumpin' it off, the fuck out The last ain't you ain't leave, buggin' the fuck out [Chorus] [Verse 4: Prodigy] My whole life is one
[INTRO: JD] I don't think ya'll can handle this, I don't really really think ya'll can handle this, MO' I don't think they can handle this, I don't really
just tryin' to protect mine It ain't my fault he ran into my knife 20 times (He had it comin') Just my luck the bastard ain't die What you woulda did
and it's tremlbin black We ran a train on that hoe, and you keep doublin back Now we don't speak, but it ain't my fault you fell in love with that bitch
