Lil' Kim — Who Shot Ya?

[Verse 1] Who shot ya? I'm the Notorious K.I.M Queen Bitch, cause the streets say I am Play private airports, fashion week I'm on the runway Feds tryna tie me to all sorts of gunplay Must be the mon-ey Paparazzi looking for my limo I breeze out in the Hyundai Biggie warned me the more money more problems Now that I'm on the new levels, I see the new devils My flame stay on high, so I walks right through em Old school, new school, I really don't care I burn baby burn like smokey the bear Y'all don't want nothing here, it's election season And your number one candidate is leading The lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with Queen Bee it ain't safe Leave the stinger in your face, like you got the mumps Kim spit that shit to give you niggas goosebumps Honey girl break rules, make moves Bitches mad cause I keep multi-millionaire dudes all around me A billion cock rhymes, any of you bitches Whisperin about mines, and I'm and I'm Bedstuy's finest, you rewind this Brooklyn's behind this GO BROOKLYN! [Hook] [sample from beginning] [Verse 2] I seen the light, got rid of all the creeps Camera's in the crib, bullet proofed out the jeeps Y'all go ahead and sleep, got to watch my back Think the coke and law enforcement acts make me slack? A bitch is all that, cock sucker, ease up This laser beam device make a nigga freeze up 'st cut the check, respect I demand it Slip and break the seventh commandment Thou shall not fuck with the Queen, or see Poppa Send you straight to BIG in the chopper I feel for you, pop my collar like the Fonz Royalty watch, while Lil' Kim on the arm Put your money where your mouth is, contracts in the briefcase You name the time and the place Make sure you remember my face snake bitches Fake bitches, what the fuck y'all wanna do bitches? More better, got the haystack I'm in the phantom, she's in the Maybach Flex got his arms in the fire position n' Bout' to drop the bomb, hope you haters is listenin' Who shot ya? [Hook] [sample from beginning]