Lil' Kim — Street Dreams

[Intro: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.] Got it going on, what, what? Uh, what, what? They got it going on, what, what? Yeah, uh, what, what? (Uh) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm momma, Miss Ivana Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana You're 9-0, my guns is Valentino MAC wavin', "Queen Bitch" engraved in (What?) And my peeps, it increased then ceased Then sink slow, flows incredible, video Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches (What?) Off springs to clenches (Woo) Me, I suspensions Quick to bring your body agony like pinches Yes, yes, what? (What?) The T.V.'s in the Range, half a milli' in the game Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back Matter fact, stay where you at, you might fuck my frow up Fuck my flow up (Woo), hustle 'til I throw up No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes Back to Pontiacs and '86 Acs, Cadillacs The '68's quick to tag plates, i'm straight Stay great, the diamonds and pearls Forever always, the million dollar girl (Uh) [Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.] Street dreams are made of these 850 IS and GS3s You travel the world tryna sling a ki Everybody's looking for something [Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.] I got no time for fake niggas (Uh, what? That's right) You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga See, my name's on your lease with your bank figures 'Cause I'm much more advanced than them average gold diggers Yeah, it figures; you're talking 'bout me, so what about you? (Uh) Man, bitches be lying too I push the ki's, GS3s, the papes (Woo) Yeah, I ride crate state to state, lieutenant takes mad dimes From New York to Anaheim (Uh, uh-huh) While you daydream and whine I just keep gettin' mine (Gettin' mine) And I'm, married to this (Woo) Y'all strategy lists and still planning weddings (Uh) Mafioso threatens all the bullshit Any type of threat, ends to pull shit (What?) That's why I got mad love for my real bitches Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas (Uh-huh) [Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.] Street dreams are made of these 850 IS and GS3s You travel the world tryna sling a ki Everybody's looking for something, uh [Verse 3: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.] Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra All up in that ass, digging in your stash Niggas think they gon' get some ass No money money, no licky-licky (Uh) Fuck your dicky-dicky and your quickie Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didn't shoot Your game ain't sweet, John Paul Pete shouldn't compare If you can't wed it (What?), forget it, don't sweat it (What?) I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it You can't stop a bitch from ballin' (Ballin') Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin' Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh [Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.] Street dreams are made of these 850 IS and GS3s You travel the world tryna sling a ki Everybody's looking for something, uh