Lil Kim - Hard Core - Songs - http://maxpages.com/crazybaby/Hard

Not Tonight

{dice shakin}
Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee

Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim

It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then it's on

Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lye-in
Niggaz tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me

Chorus:

Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

Verse Two: Left Eye

Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
To the top and it don't stop

Chorus

Verse Three: Da Brat

Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!

Chorus

Verse Four: Missy

Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ya know what I'm sayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and shit
Niggaz can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggaz wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh

*ladies night, ladies night...*

No Time

I got no time for fake niggas
Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas
From east to west coast spread love nigga
And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures

Hey I mama Miss Evana
Usually rock tha proda sometimes the boda
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the hummer for the summer
I follow in the E class with the goggles
96 model
Bad clique on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll)
Cruise control
Nuttin make a woman feel better than barrettas and amarrettas
But tha lettas and mad cheddas
Chillin in the Benz wit my amigos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pesos
If you say so
Then I'm the same chick that you wanna get wit
And lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot if not don't test the pun-pun nadie-nadie pun-nadi-dadi
Hey

I got no time for fake niggas
Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas
From east to west coast spread love nigga
And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures ( Repeat 3x)

(How you like it baby uh from the front, uh from the back, give that ass a
smack, uh, bet your man won't do it like that, can't work the middle plus his
dick too little, let me grab your tatas, do the chacha, make you scream papa)

You the best dada
Now watch mama go up and down dip the jaws crazy--UH
Before you nut
I'ma dribble down your butt cheek, make you wiggle and giggle just a little
I'm drinkin babies
Then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady and feel my 380
Gator boots for ladies
Ohh, wee, I see, your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina ha
Can't fade the rhinoceros of rap Lil Kim a pussy
How proposterous is that

I got no time for fake niggas
Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas
From east to west coast spread love nigga
And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures (Repeat 3x)

Right back at cha the one Cleopatra
Diggin in your stash
(Playas think they gonna get some ass)
No money money, no licky licky fuck your sticky sticky and your quicky
Gimmie your loot you mack 11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet
John Paul Pete shouldn't compete if you can't wet it, forget it, don't sweat
it, I bet it make you go smooth if you let Ha
You can't stop a chick from ballin
Ha Ha, the la-las, the drop-bys they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin that old shit
We makin hits
Platinium an Glod shit
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a bad girl

I got no time for fake niggas
Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas
From east to west coast spread love nigga
And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures (Repeat until fade)

We Don't Need It

[Ceas]
Yea-uh, fuck that, yo, I want some pussy tonight
I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit
Only because she got some money for me and shit
I think about fuckin her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin big houses
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, but check it
How you spell cash? C's and some hash
At last, a nigga kickin game full blast
How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles
Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel
And seebeeaki, smellin up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle and his pants too little
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit
The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit
Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free
So all you got to do for me is just
Make your way to my king sized bed
And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread
Keep the pussy out the other man's bed
Just gimme some head, gimme some head

Chorus:
Ceas: If you aint suckin no dick we don't need it, we don't need it
Kim: If you aint lickin no clits, we don't want it, we don't want it
Ceas: If you aint drinkin no nut, we don't need it, we don't need it
Kim: If you aint lickin no butts, we don't want it, we don't want it

[Lil' Kim]
Some bitches do and some bitches don't
Ride a dick until he brush it I know I won't
Niggas cum too fast for me
A waste of a good dick if you ask me
I like a nigga like to put his back in it
If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it
All I get, few strokes that's it
This bomb ass shit's got your cigarettes lit
Who me, forced to use plan B, masturbate, play with the pussy
This nigga here bust off snorin
He straight, I knew this date would be borin
I wanna wake him up to do his duty
Nigga use that tongue, click the booty, click the booty
You wanna steal the pussy like a thief
Now I'm twistin lips without the teeth
So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru
Goodnight to you too boo

Chorus

[Ceas]
Nine out of ten women, want to spit, on the skin of Blake Carrington
But I need much more to get raw, dick to jaw, dick to jaw
You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby stictly (yes boo)
Well if he cum up on your chest slow
If not then your not down with me
Little Ceasar, Van Clef, or B.I.G.
Capone, Nino, or Bugsy
Don't ask Kim for a date, she want her pussy ate

Chorus

M.A.F.I.A. Land

Lil' Kim - M.A.F.I.A. Land
From the Album - Hardcore

Yeah....uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll
Where loyalty is everything[thunder sounds]
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
Let me tell you

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land,where there's one rule
One clan,yess man,face around
It's like stakes and pans
All 'em wanna be the man
Right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty's priority,in this fam
Where life is initiated,ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it,like Bennet
You'll soon be Lieutenant
Like me,the Don Juan that Evon
The sweat-a,the money gett-a
Coppin' mad chedda,see!
??? wondering how I got in this position
One dya Frank was fishin',for competion,expedition
Number one,his name is Barry Modaddo
Pushin' fat molatto,'96 ?miss? this
Cost ya ?barizono?
I lay gently in the Bently
Through binacular,he seemed popular
Givinchi socks,cartier poolates
H-class rocks and choms like Bohimians
Sick like lukimeans,receding hair lines
Watch how geniune,it's gold mine
Recline while Frank pops the wine
I cocks the nine,niggas peep it from behind
And slipped they clips in with
One chick down with,pull ???? for shit
Tried to play Big Poppa,don't worry
Minutes before I drop her,the blah! blah! blah!
They wanna roll me,the bitch violated
So how you like it,coffins or cremated
Yeah,you know what I'm sayin'

chorus:
There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high,sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas,whah
(repeat)

Street murders,thug parasites
We officialno fake gators
Coppin' fire arms with dug missles
We leavin' scare tissue
That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
Mob nigga what!threw the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles,this niggas loot
On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
Damn,I could've dealed for a couple mill
We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance
But still,they backed me down from all angles
Trapped inside the devil's triangle
Like Bo I had to ?dangle?
And movin' to slid up on these Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked
The other must be mixed with black
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
Long hair,chest for like a bag of rocks
I pulled the shots
I grabbed the keys to the lots,the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box,etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop
I got away with everything,the cash and the stash

chorus:

So now I'm titled
Mission acomplished,my man was a stounch
He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
Stinkin!I know what this nigga thinkin'
Damn she's too little,too pretty,too fired
The bitch is hired,mob's wife for life
Diamond heist with Trife,contracts on your life
We increase the price,uuhh
So guess who the bitch iz,but for now I be the mistess

chorus:

It's just me and my niggas,just me and my niggas
Whah,just me and my niggas
(repeat)

Big Mama Thing

You got it goin' on (Repeat 4X)

Verse One: Lil' Kim

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah
I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing
can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings
that's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage
baby carots
shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
Why?

Chorus: Lil' Ceas, Lil' Kim

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired.
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
that's why your mad at me.
(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Jay-Z

I'm big and untrust you in the studio with me
Don't you know I'm tryin' to set you continuosly
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
leave who you with I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up,
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the doe
I got love and Big know it
he must got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I ain't tryin' to beef
I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggaz, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figgas

Chorus

Verse Three: Lil' Kim

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me a high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
shit, I never forget
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keep the knees up
What the fuck stay fillin, half a millin
Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for takes
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin wine, I'll just keep gettin mine
And I'm married to this
Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit

Chorus: Repeat 4X

Spend a Little Dough

Baby I missed you
I missed you to.
I waited a long time for this.
So why you aint come see me, no commisary or nuttin.
I aint wanna see my bird in no cage. But im ready to take care of you now.
Now, after three years, three muthafuckin years, nigga you know what

(gun cock)

Hasta la vista, bye bye, kiss ya kid
its the gangstrasis, what u think this is nigga
calm yourself, its just a little robbery
you got strickin with the poverties callin me
call me sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow,
spectaculous, miraculous
i practice this for a livin like the budhism
yom yom rain ge ki
ask tina, nuttin got shit ta do with me and you
or the 44 under the pillow
what the deal do, i like to play while im workin
and thats for certain, keep jerkin, i aint done with you
lights, camera, curtains, in a second
the show begins, invite your family and friends
they gots ta see this or they wouldnt believe this,
u got stuck and left naked with a hard penis.

chorus x2

It dont take nuttin for you to love me baby
it dont take nuttin for you to love me
if you're feelin like i do then i know you want it too
it dont take nuttin for you to spend a little doe.

i heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
out on me, by your man big d
stink gucara i bought his life for 3 g's
then some watches, then wet him like galoshes
no need to be mad they already gone,
him and your hit man had somethin going on
we caught him done at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car
you know the place where the willies are
always frontin in they ???
sippin dom p's and cristies
i remenesce how it used to be
on the run from police we bust shotties
out of mazaradi's
bloodie bodies in the telly lobbies
when in need i lie for you, cry for you
you know this down ass bitch woulda died for you.

chorus x2

and i remember, how u said u loved me
with a passion, high fashion, who u askin
to keep the tum numb, from index to thumb,
push the v's with the coke from the dt's
dont take the titties from city to city
i aint seen a g off none of key's
at ease, when the cops came u gave them my name
said if i didnt snitch you'd make a shorty rich
bitch i copped the one to three just to see
if all the yay o and boy carryin on the p
to maryland was worth the bitch marryin
this nigga i worked so hard for
choose my life to be hardcore
lost in the field no more
that i couldnt feel no more
and now im the shit
go by the name of little kim the queen bitch
and mafia's the click,
instead of playin don dinero
i shoulda been schemenin on your cream and dinero
dont pay to be nice but its nice to pay
and if u die before u wake may your soul god take.

chorus x2

Intro in A Minor

*Sound of a car driving on a busy street*
Taxi Driver: Alright, sir, which side of the
street would you like to be on.
Patron: Yeah, that one. That side right there.
Taxi Driver: Yeah, okay.

The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out.
Taxi Driver: Okay, that will be four-ninety please.
Patron: Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change.
Taxi Driver: Oh, fuck you!

The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking.

Box Office Worker: May, I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore.
Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars.

He hands her money and then walks through a door.

Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo.

*Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background*

Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and
ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot
of napkins please.
Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Patron: Yeah, ah...
Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five.

The patron hands another bill over.

Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Patron: Huh!

The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning
and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background.

The patron unzips his zipper. Five seconds later and a
splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.

Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim.
Come on. Yeah. Yeah.

The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the
masturbating patron continue.

Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah.
Work it, bitch!

Take It

Lil' Ceas: Damn, Biggie, I can't believe you bagged Lil' Kim.
B.I.G.: Yeah, I had that bitch on my dick, man. She saw my Benz,
rode all over my dick, fucked that bitch.
Lil' Ceas: Yo, aight.
B.I.G.: I'ma knock her ass...but yo, yo, yo, you should fuck
her homegirl, though, her homegirl.
Lil' Ceas: I want to, I want to, man, but that bitch is into some
eatin' pussy shit, yo. Man, I'm not tryin' to fuck with
shit, kid. Too far ahead.
Trife: Nah, but the other one though, the other one, the little
short one with the fat ass.
Lil' Ceas: Where?
Trife: I'm thinkin'...right there...I think I'd put it in her
ass, man!
B.I.G.: I'ma fuck, I'ma fuck Kim. I'ma take her up in her room...
Lil' Ceas: I want that one right there.
B.I.G.: With the ponytail?
Lil' Ceas: Yeah.
B.I.G.: Yeah, fuck her, fuck her.
Lil' Ceas: I'ma fuck her good.
B.I.G.: Take that!

*They all bust out laughing*

B.I.G.: Take that!
Trife: No doubt.
B.I.G.: I'ma fuck the shit out these bit...
Trife: I'ma set that up right now.
B.I.G.: I'ma fuck the shit out these bitches tonight.
Lil' Ceas: That's anal, right there.
B.I.G.: Anal!
Lil' Ceas: Anal, baby!

*The three start laughing again*

B.I.G.: Fuck it, anal! I'm gonna fuck!

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