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Lil' Kim

"Oh My Lord"

[Verse 1: Kleptomaniac (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
Why n*ggas wanna clock me?
Like that dance called the Tati
Don't they know I break motherf*ckers into parts like Rocky
Part I, part II, part III, n*ggas can't f*ck with me
My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (what?)
Who's that wild ass motherf*cker catchin' wreck
Stickin' Jamaicans for sound sets outside discotheques
It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone sh*t
Stayin' high representin' for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)
n*ggas can't f*ck with my metaphors
Canin' MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wars
Than Gump or Shore, put together catchin' leathers
On the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin' a
Trick ho, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life interceptor, pus*y collector
Got your b*tch on my di*k and I ain't even stressin' her
Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the settlers

[Chorus]
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Throw gats to Giuliani
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me, die G
Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his di*k, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest sh*t
Spit clips, n*ggas split like bananas
Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
I strangle each -- negro for they dough
n*ggas get to bendin', got two cases, one pendin'
560 V-12 engine, women spinnin'
In 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois around my way
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash

[Chorus]
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"

[Verse 3: Kleptomaniac (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
What you doin' with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth
Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt
Money makes the world go round, robbin' sh*t
f*ck a job sh*t, n*ggas want cribs, bricks and spliffs
All-wheel automobiles, traction control
For clay roads, rollin' with dough, kickin' game
On the cell with b*tches on hold, that's how we roll (uhh)
Rhymes now tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh)
Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes
Reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs --

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
-- the world is mine!
n*ggas frontin', feelin' twelve gauge pellets
B.I.G. is repellant, to all that "He say, she say"
We play, Russian roulette, f*ck the threat
Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
n*gga, we rollin' in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash
Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
No coke, then get some more

[Chorus]
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"
n*ggas say "Oh my lord!"

[Verse 5: Kleptomaniac]
n*ggas don't know bout my game, they don't know
How complex it is, baggin' b*tches in GS 300 Lexuses
And the sex is for summer sports
Passports for drug transports to remote resorts
b*tches with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin' figure boots
Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
My lyrics explicit
Got b*tches bringin' they own condoms on the first visit

[Verse 6: The Notorious B.I.G.]
If Biggie bring big bowls of beef
Backin' b*tch n*ggas down, burners bring bundles of belief
Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated
Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherf*ckers hate it
J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh)
B.I.G. for President, buckin' shots past the spleen
9 millimeter dream, MAC-11 nightmares
Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear?
Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said
n*ggas disrespect just are dead...

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