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    Lil' Kim - Nicki Minaj Diss

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    Lil' Kim - Nicki Minaj Diss

    Post by SPADEZ on Mon Nov 29, 2010 2:09 am

    - Lyrics -

    Roman’s Revenge, um,
    you know, she just really jumped out the window
    and you gotta be careful when you pick fights
    and that’s what I’ve learned in this business
    you just never know…
    Shut the f-ck up
    Who the f-ck want war
    FedEx beef straight to your front door
    It’ll be a murder scene
    I’m turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th
    Aight you Lil Kim clone clown
    all this buffoonery, the shit stops now
    time for you to lay down, I’m sick of the fraud
    I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
    we all know your last name is what got you a job
    you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage
    since you putting on a show, you gon’ get the appaulse
    clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah
    this hood sh-t you and Drake ain’t built for
    this the same sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
    I’m still counting what hardcore generated
    bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it’s syndicated
    corny broad I’ll you bloody like you menstruated
    your hot air ass bitch should have been deflated
    this aint a championship fight I’ve been the greatest
    see the fact is, what you doing I did it
    lames trying to clone my style, run with it
    thats cool, I was the first one with it
    you deluded kim wannabe you just hate to admit it
    I’m the Blueprint you aint nothing brand new
    check ya posters and videos, you’ll always be number 2
    I seen ‘em come, I seen go, I still remain
    sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame
    I’m over 10 years strong still running the game
    cut the comparisons, I’m in the legendary lane
    fighting for ya spot, y’all please, I’m solidified
    with my hands tied, you couldn’t beat me if you bitches tried
    either you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on
    I get top dollar for whatever my name on
    go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm
    I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm
    black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto
    Giuseppe’s when I step out, posted up in stilettos
    p-ssy so pink like my kitty saying hello
    if I whistle, they’ll pistol whip you in all five borough’s
    I’m in Brooklyn, I’ll be everywhere comfortably
    who pumped you and told you to come rump with me
    you the type to run your mouth and then run from me
    I’m poppin’ off in your hood with no company
    come on, Queens aint showing you no love
    I was there the other night poppin’ bottles with the thugs
    you like Washington Heff(?) I’m Benjy.
    You got a buzz right now, an’ I had a frenzy
    oh yeah, welcome to the fam’, Fendi
    you need to stop, you’re not hot, you’re a burning match
    that means the end is near soon, copy that
    oh I see, they really got you gassed like
    I’mma think of the past
    better slow down dummy, you bout to crash
    stink p-ssy hoe, I’m giving you a bath
    thermometer in hand and I’m coming for your ass
    who you think you getting past
    I see right through you, you’re whole sh-t is made of glass

    You see right through me
    How do you do that sh…
    I draw back, I’m a Brooklyn thorough bred bitch
    rep for my borough bitch
    never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-t
    I ride out till the wheels fall off
    and my n-ggas squeeze til the last shell go off
    f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo’s
    you’s a airhead bitch, scarecrow
    haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch
    hahaha, this is grown liquid assests
    Benjamin’s my daddy you Young Money bastards
    you and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers
    I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income tax
    Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
    so on my next move, I’m yelling checkmate
    I smell a massacre
    Charles Manson you don’t stand a chance with her
    Jeffrey Dahmer you looking like lunch to me
    I’m bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy
    leave you’re whole head red like Peg Bundy
    you’re hilarious, thanks for all the laughs
    you’re garbage so I’m taking out the trash
    you sh-t on me, come on baby girl
    ain’t enough ass shots in the World
    you’re a nuisance, you porbably steal my new sh-t
    but you could never f-ck with me so chuck it up, Deuces
    all around the World I ball like a ball team
    I stack chips, call me Mr’s Rosteam
    tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, your my offspring
    Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring…

    Lil Kim – Black Friday Lyrics

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