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1. _ Time To Shine
f/ Mona Lisa
mmmmmm (uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
It's my time to shine (peace to all originals)
ohhhhh (peace to all those gone)
yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. the click! whooooo
Verse One: Lil' Kim
Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths
Queen Bee Bitch, Poppa keep my rich
In gun tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles
Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins
I got half a mill stashed in the boat station
For womenizers and a hand full of hoes that hate me
But lately, it seems pople make the world go round
From A's to Z, I break 'em down alphabetically
Pethtically, I puts the pressure
In ya Jones that you fall Motorol burner
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All that baulin'!, cryin'! .....lyin'!
Cause this black Queen is shinin', you didn't know I was Lieutenant
Bitch, well that's primary
You just a secondary secretary, envy against me
Because I stay laced in Ellen Tracey, Dolce & Gabanna
And people love me for my style, my personal
Niggas got wow, and once I have my chow
Bet I just sit back and enjoy, the optimism given from a girl to a boy
(that's what it's all about)
chorus (Mona Lisa)
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. click
yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. click
Verse Two: Lil' Kim
We all know what it means to be broke, breaking niggaz off
For some ends and weed smoke, some like to mix it with coke
Trees I like 'em fine, straight up marijuin'
And I'm put the lent in ya dents
Then you'll be stressed out with no dollars and no cents
Dressed in gear from last year, that you bought
Before you quit ya job at the airport
Thinkin' you gon' make a mill from this rap game
But you labeled as a lame and it's a damn shame
No fame, no name, show no shame
Who's to blame (tore up in ya frame)
Now you wanna lick a shot cause you ain't got
Get props, runnin' up in weed spots
Just a little gets to make game (make the game)
So you put the steam and the jewels in the stash
Quick fast, get mad
Cause ya man's in my whip, honey button ya lip
Cause my click is too dense, it's all about the guns, the ones
Just another day that the Earths used the Suns
chorus (Mona Lisa)
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
bridge (Mona Lisa and Lil' Kim)
hey baby it's about time to shine
we're movin' on
keep it going strong
can't stop what's going on
hey baby it's about time to shine
we're movin' on
keep it going strong
can't stop what's going on
(JM and Kim keep movin' on)
chorus (Mona Lisa)
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on more free lyrics |
2. _ The Queen
Feat/Puff Daddy
[Puffy]
Intro
I don't give a fuck, yeah yeah yeah
As we proceed to give you what you need
Queen Bee, muthafuckas, B.I.G, muthafuckas
Junior Mafia, muthafuckas
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Lil' Kim]
Snitches wanna front on 'em
Know not to come in
I keep ten glocks, ten rocks up in front of 'em
Like they sprayin' somethin', like they sayin' somethin'
Get my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' (what?!)
My music is just like Lewis, stiff 84
Yours is like Evander, seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Tyro, I'm 32 and "O"
When ya'll catch a knock out, these fools cop out
Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out, the clear spot out
Nigga or bitch, you don't want no problems
My revolver is a quick problem solver
Don't ever think I'm slippin'
Bitch I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick, and stick you where you shit (ha ha)
Chorus
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
[Lil' Kim]
Took three years off and mapped my shit out
Stitch up my game plan and get closer to God
Give me an inch, I take a yard
Oh lighten up, ya'll know I was comin' back real hard
By the power that was investin' in me
Faith rested in me
I can't quit now, too much money's invested in me
To my nigga B-I, this ones for you baby!
All these niggas wanna be Kings, but fuck, these niggas crazy
Blowin' the spot for ya (yeah!)
Keepin' it locked for ya (yeah!)
Rock for you, ain't a nigga I won't pop for you
Bitches want my title, ain't a slot for you
Now it's a cold, cold world, I keep it hot for you
(What?!) Ya'll cats know who I am
(What?!) I love those who love Lil' Kim
(What?!) I'm back again, the mic' eater
The dick beater, the pussy skeeter
But I...
Chorus
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
[Lil' Kim]
Put five carats on the "Fuck you" finger
Any haters in the crowd, give them the "Fuck you" finger
If you think you can ball with the Queen
Handle the repercussions
Our guns bust in English and in Russian
Nas veralouba katadevra
Ney dolce, gaberine, barooski, dasvidanya
Niggas stand in line, pay a fee for me to kiss 'em
Twenty-one's the lucky number, once the "E" is in the system
One night with the Q.B., and niggas need maturity
Keep my pussy tight like the President's security
I'm sometimin', that's right, I change like the year
Those chips from the Casino, and the room is rear
I'm the Queen!
I've got special privileges
We ain't equivalent, how dare you insult my intelligence
Now I would like you all to recite the words to this song
Cause you thought I was goin'
But the Queen lives on!
Chorus
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
Come you all, come and hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
[Opera singers]
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you will never win
How you gonna win with the Queen? more free lyrics |
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3. _ Lady Marmalade
Lil' kim:
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4. _ 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) more free lyrics |
5. _ White Diamond
Feat/Tonya Blout
[Puffy]
Where my Queen at?!
[Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh huh
Yo, Bad Boy
Queen Bee, B.I.G.
Come on, come on
Uh, uh huh, that's right
Check me out, Q.B.
Uh, uh, uh
[Lil' Kim]
If I could make it rain
I'd make it rain diamonds
So all my girls in the world could keep shrinin'
From Princess cuts to emeralds to H-classes
Yeah, I failed math, but bet I passed the E-class
Went from Chanel No. 5 to two point five
The Melrose resident, every rooms a president
With the lift in wagers, bet ya'll haters can't match that
You're six digits short to catch that (what)
Your net year gross it 20 thou' on commission
My net week gross 100 mil in addition to to the Dow Jones
Stocks, restaurants out in Rome
Plus all the overhead
And the interest on them loans
1 - I want diamonds
She said she wants a man to buy her a Lexus Lans
But that's all right (that's all right)
But still it ain't enough for me
I want diamonds
She said she wants a guy
To do it to her every night
That's all right (that's all right)
But you gotta go down on me
[Lil' Kim]
I had bitches rockin' the red, yellow and green wigs
Cats in they raps tryin' to act like B.I.G.
Remember when Big told ya'll "Get Money"
Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies, check it
If I could separate all the game from the glory
I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story
Cause now a days niggas ain't sayin shit (word)
Runnin off at the lips about what they gonna get
And what they had in '86
I puts them on the spot
Pull out the lap top with the receipt for the yacht
What you got?
Niggas be mute all of a sudden
What, I pushed a button
Shit, that ain't nothin'
[Tonya]
I don't care if he's young or old
Just make him very rich
I just want someone that can spend on me
I want diamonds
Yes I do (girl)
Oh, on and on
And man with lots of dough
And a house that's made of gold
[Lil' Kim]
There's only one thing better than money
Come into my bedroom honey
[Lil' Kim]
Then we can have a drink or two
Cosmos, if you ghetto this Bud's for you
Here's a few
So he can be nice, when I show him this ice on my chest
That I bought with his American Express
I'm a mess, never the less
I'm authentic
Ninety-nine percent B.K., one percent N.J.
Excuse me cause what I'm tryin to say
Is if you ain't thorough
Stay out my borough
Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pyros
And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros
Uh, and ya'll buy your suits in portions
I get mine's from an auction
Million dollar dress that belongs to the Princess
While ya'll shopping at Sax
I been there, done that
Got the sweater and the hat
[Tonya]
I want diamonds
Oh, yeah on and on
Gimme all your money
With a lots of drops
And a house that's made of gold
I want diamonds
[Lil' Kim]
Just gimme scent of Bahamas
And sections of your money
Ya'll know I am the Queen Bee
Baddest bitch in this industry
(I want diamonds)
Just gimme scent of Bahamas
And sections of your money
Ya'll know I am the Queen Bee
Baddest bitch in this industry
(I want diamonds) more free lyrics |
6. _ Queen Bitch 2 (Remix)
f/ Jay-Z
[Lil' Kim]
Listen to the don
There's nothing you can do
To make me run away from this game here, this game here
And there is no emcee
To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you from the start
I will break your little heart (uh huh)
There's nothing you can do
So just respect the don
There is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, better listen
I'm gonna, murder them, murder them
Any competition I'm gon' murder them
I'm gonna, blow off they whip
blow off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip
When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit
When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this
I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I ain't got all day
Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay
Got things to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here
[Jay-Z]
All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov'
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, four cases pendin'
Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
It's Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off
You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
Little fucks you, go play
PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
L-Y-N, stay out my way
Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end
Chorus:
[The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Y'all niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
[Lil' Kim]
Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky
Haters watch your back
We might bust one in ya eye
It's going down tonight
So don't get outta line
Enough men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the planet
This girl, never troubled no-one
But if you trouble this girl
It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
What a bum bum
Repeat chorus til fade w/ Kim:
Bum bum BI bum bum
What a bum bum
What a bum bum more free lyrics |
7. _ In the Air Tonite
f/ Phil Collins
from Urban Renewal (Phil Collins Tribute)
What we gonna do right here is go back (go back)
Way back (way back)- back into time (into time)
Chorus:
[Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
[Lil' Kim]
Keep still in the shit, killin the rhyme
The Queen stay poppin the wine and cockin the nine
For those who think they stoppin my dough
Wanna copy my show, wha
I'm switchin my flow, can't take it no mo'
Oh you think I'm playin around
I'm layin ya down
Album drop, new millenium shuttin it down
Better off givin it up, I'm rippin it up
Spendin money, livin it up, not givin a fuck
Hiding the tote, runnin the coast
Makin niggas catch the Holy Ghost
I'm realer than most, wha
The trendsetter, the Brooklyn repper
You know the routine
Smoke you like a ciggarette-r
We've been, out in a bit
Y'all still talkin shit
Ain't that a bitch?
What part of the game was this?
[Lil' Kim singing]
Millions I'm holdin'
Drop tops rollin'
Diamonds on my neck
And Bentley ballin'
Me and my niggas gettin' high all day
Straight to the top, cuz we on our way
[Lil' Kim rapping]
Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
That's right I got something for y'all
Something for y'all, wha
God bless me, look at all I've been through
It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?
Chorus:
[Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
[DJ Clark Kent]
JM, JM
Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
PC, PC
Clark
[Phil Collins]
Well I remember..
[Lil' Kim]
...back when it used to be the eighties
Said the world was gon' end in 2000 (that's crazy)
I'm the only thing to fear
For the new year
New year, and if BIG was here (woo)
Get the fans, we the ones to talk
We die real on the streets
So watch where you walk
And you can find me, usually
Talkin' dirty to a cat thugged out
Or even kinda nerdy
Lil' Kim, Lil' Cease and JM
Taking over like a plague on a town
All y'all can do is pray and watch it go down
Like when the ball drop
My fam's all I got, we keep it gangsta
Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
That's right I got something for y'all
Something for y'all, wha
God bless me, look at all I've been through
It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?
[Phil Collins]
Well, if you told me, you were drowning
I would not a lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well I was there and I saw what you did
Saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
[Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
For all my life
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment
All my life
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
[Clark Kent]
Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
JM, JM
*fades* more free lyrics |
8. _ What's The Word
Yo yo, ay yo, yo Think it's bout time that I heat y'all up Y'all easy bake oven chicks, eat y'all up Like a ex pill I'm a keep y'all up And y'all ain't stop me from burn y'all just don't learn [Chorus] (What's the word?) She at it again (What's the word?) She in it to win (What's the word?) She back and she's stayin (What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin [Verse 1] And just when y'all thought y'all had the victory The one point game I fucked around and hit a three Swish!!!!! All fuckin net It's the fourth quarter your pourin down sweat Rap's M.V.P. don't you ever forget Since you came in this game are there any regrets? And y'all, dukes are lame don't let 'em back in What? You ain't heard? Keep at it again Yo it's cold at the camp, but I'm in it till it's over Notorious soldier thought I told ya Niggas is pissin me off right now But like that dance, I'm a shake 'em off right now Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot Move work from your block to your block The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked Beanie told y'all but I got proof I speak the truth, everytime I step in the booth Uh! Pretty things is all that I mean Better listen to the words that she sings [Chorus] (What's the word?) She at it again (What's the word?) She in it to win (What's the word?) She back and she's stayin (What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin [Verse 2] And now I could see why y'all all on me You need a hot remix you could call on me Niggas do dirty work the shit fall on me But I could hold that weight and still bake that cake We get it on in Brooklawn no lie Bed Sty holla back B.I. till I die!!! We get it on in Brooklawn no lie Bed Sty holla back B.I. till I die!!! Get money always but I ain't givin up rap Come on now, y'all should know me better than that I mean, this is somethin I'm a veteran at Buy me out, you need more cheddar than that Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot Move work from your block to your block The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked I'm the shit I'm the bread winner Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner I give 'em a taste they just want more Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for [Chorus] (What's the word?) She goin for delf (What's the word?) She bout to reinvent herself (What's the word?) She reppin the hood (Yo what's the word?) Yeah the bitch look good [Outro] I'm the shit I'm the bread winner Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner I give 'em a taste they just want more Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for [Chorus] (What's the word?) She at it again (What's the word?) She in it to win (What's the word?) She back and she's stayin (What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin more free lyrics |
9. _ Nobody Do It Better Than Us
feat/T-Boz & Puff Daddy
[Lil' Kim] (Puffy)
(Yeah)
This is it, this is the one
(That's what I'm talkin' about right here)
Aye yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one
(They ain't ready baby)
You ready? (No doubt)
Yeah me too (Let's do it)
[Lil' Kim]
If gettin' money is a crime, then I confess
It ain't about money, I could care less
I used to be a B now I'm a C breast
I get em hard, you handle the rest
My music like heartburn, burn your chest
Like a nigga stick the ax inside your backs
You be like, "What the fuck was that shit?!"
Gimme some more
I love my fans, gotta make 'em dance
Would I ever make a whack joint? (Not a chance)
All my male friends call me M&M
Cause my pussy melt in your mouth and not in your hands
I'm just a bad girl always rockin' thongs
With the see-who's-stockin' skaters with the Lizzy's
Purpose with the deadbeats
Usually spotted by my Goldilocks
While birds movin' flocks, I'm movin' drops
Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range
Two of the same, it ain't a thang, pocket the change
Now I'm just doin' my thing enjoyin' the fame
Why not ain't no other bitches hot in the game
1 - [T-Boz]
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim, yeah everybody knows me
In a class by myself, never where the ho's be
I just avoid where all my foes be
Cause God damn muthafuckas is nosey
Wanna know what I'm wearing? What I'm drivin'? What I'm doin'?
Where I hang out at? Who the fuck I'm screwin'
Damn I move way out to the boondocks
So I can have a little bit of privacy
You bought a tiny ass condo
Way across the water with a telescope
So you can spy on me
You clowns belong in the circus
Steady tryin' to hurt us
Tell me what's the purpose
They say I'm prejudice, the only presidents that I fuck with
Is the ones that's dead, like the big heads
Never stingy with my Benji's
Got enough dough to buy the West Indies
Invest in Fendi's, own Laurendi's
Start my own doll like Mark & Mindy's
Free all my niggas from the penitentiary
And keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century
Repeat 1
[Lil' Kim]
Uh uh, hold up, wait, hold up, wait a minute
You got a 5 and I got a 6
Back it up!
What's wrong with this picture?
Nigga pack it up!
I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh)
Yours is big but mines is bigger
Cause the Benji's is what it's all about
Do my ladies know what I'm talkin' about
If my shoes cost more than your car
Hah, don't expect to get far
You the kinda nigga that like to plot
Call your friends, tell 'em that you hit the jackpot
I keep razors in my box for all you womanizers
That's how much I despise it's up
I don't get it I ain't wit it
Can't see how other woman did it
Niggas screamin' gimme, can't get a penny
Yeah I got plenty
But you ain't got any?
Now picture me takin' my hard earned money
Throwin' it away by spendin' it on a dummy
All he gon' do is spend it on another honey
I say let the nigga stay bummy
I don't need a nigga I jerks it out
Take it old school and smurf it out
Give me a beat and I'll murk it out
Niggas know QB gon' work it out!
Repeat 1
[T-Boz]
Nobody do it to you better than us
Nobody do it to you better than us
Nobody do it to you better than us
Nobody do it to you better than us
[Puffy] (T-Boz)
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
Nobody
As we proceed to give you what you need
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
In 2000 baby
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
And we rock on and on
All hail the Queen
(Can't nobody do it to you better than us)
All hail the King
B.I.G forever and we won't stop
Roc-A-Fella
Undeas
Lil' Ceasar
Brizz, Lil'
C-Gutta, Money L
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