| Thelma -vs- Louise Quotes/Verses |
| Many people tell me my style is terriffic Stupendous, tremendous, I bend just a little bit more Than the average whore, cause I'm focused I rock Versace lamps and saucers You didn't know I like crack-adile boots and gator suits The biggest willies, got to fill me, huh I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star The mink sporter, the heroin importer, I be that rich bitch Stack banks by the chips, check it I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley Taxes is gettin' axes It's essential for the presidential, certified testicals Get sprayed forty decibles, the king and I All you need in this world, I'm a bad girl The high pitch Queen Bitch |
| Brown nigga, uh, chromed out six and shit Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians Oh fuck no, I get this doe, Foxy Brown Mama Jig suits from Gabbanna True, all a nigga who you callin' Bye bye we be flashin', sex lastin' all night long, it's strong The mattress, Ill na na, like Benihana steaks The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes Italian, Fox Brown the don, Gucci on Stylin, sip Crystal on the Cayman Islands Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch, like Ravano Turn that mob nigga to snitch, true player to don From Veneddinni, five carats on the arm, jew-els be the bomb The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sip us some martinis Bad girl of the year 96, Pam Grier, uh! |
| Hot damn hoe, here we go again Pop shit like a cock, +Lyte+ weight as your +Rocks+, bitch You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit? You and Diddy y'all kill me with that subliminal shit, bitch Why is you frontin and kickin that street shit? Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit While your broke-ass was guzzlin nuts and shit I was choppin the weights, Linc and Oldz's and shit A decoy bitch, like the Feds lyin Is you supposed to have a little bitta Bed-Stuy in ya? Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and greys hoes What bitch? You're soft and your pussy name hoes So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too Them faggots act more bitch then you Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch do you And ya'll hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well screw ya'll too Let's be truthful, give a fuck if your album push back Or when it hit the streets, bitch, it's still weak It still sound lame, my name still reign I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood |
"Hot damn hoe, here we go again" +Lyte as a Rock+ bitch, hard as a cock bitch This shit knock for blocks through hardtops in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot My Brook-lyn style speak for itself Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt The embezzler, chrome treasurer The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit Comin in this game on some modelin shit Bitches suck cock just to get to the top I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn Uhh, uhh |
| "Quiet Storm (remix)" |
| "Bang Bang" |
| No One Else (Remix) |
| Live from NYC it's Q.B. The heavy weight champ female emcee Girls say they different but uh see In all actuality they wanna be me This chick running around with this stink ass gap And them fake ass raps having panic attacks You ain't a star And your record company know that How you make all this money you just fart and blow it? I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your Firm If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you I'm getting money now Them bitches in the hood they can have you Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen Better be careful what you say to me That same shit you spit I'mma make you sniff |
| "Notorious K.I.M." |
| Yo my life is full of problems Sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em So much you couldn't fathom I wish I didn't have them They say I'm 7-30, pretty but I rap too dirty The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me So what I crashed my Range My last name ain't changed This time it's different though I'm not exploiting names Yeah I write my shit It's not a fucking game So what he wrote some songs I blew him up the same I'm never ducking dames Y'all know just where to find me I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie Imagine me doing time, Foxy behind bars Not me the crime star Y'all bitches ain't worth it Although my life ain't perfect, I'll never change a thing Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long This beat is kind of ill How could you hate this song? |
| "7:30" |
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| Giving Props |
| It's only one other broad that really got skills She's alright, but she's not real |
| "Falling" |
| Y'all broads be killing me with that chatter I go at one bitch the rest of y'all don't matter |
| "Gangsta Boogie" |
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| Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do Sometime a gal fi get coof - hoo hoo hoo hoo; |
| Sometimes a gal forget cout, hoo hoo hoo hoo Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that She rap but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks Your career is on the rocks again Yeah, I'm back on top, what? You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com |
| "Single Black Female" |
| "Run Dem" |
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| See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor! |
| "Notorious BIG" |
| You better keep pushin' your [shit] back You not threat me yet, you wanna try Na Na? |
| "NaNa Be Like" |
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| Bitches got the audac-ity tryin to say they gettin cash like me, with ass like me You couldn't be as classy as me Even if you roll a Eva curtain and diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purpose Hoe, I'ma thorro bitch I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it |
| It's our world, what you think To make it real simple, we do what ya'll can't, point blank, uhh |
| Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?) Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh) I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby! Only female in my crew, and I kick shit like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you |
| The Benjamins |
| 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 |
| Ladies Night |
| Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh) Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh) Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented That's why I got no time for hoes It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks See me just, play the low pro Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch! Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me I'm like one point five, got to make it three My name will forever ring Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah for the paper rip a hot draft Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on |
| Big Bad Momma |
| Freestyle Funk Master Flex Vol 2. |
| Freestyle Funk Master Flex Vol 2 |
| They pick the best of all girls, so how y'all sound? I got the best of both worlds, holdin me down |
| I make moves in the games, the OTHER chick is a fraud I'm important, like the Queen on the chess board b!+©# es talk slick but they ain't got nuttin' for me When I'm in the territory it's a whole 'nother story We never get stuck, sometimes we take the long route When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out I'm in the gettin' money mode, livin' by the street code 'Bout to have every corner in this rap game sewed Hatin' homies better start payin' respect Or get smacked silly, ask my man G-Dep |
| I'm King Bitch Ya'll fake queen bitches can't fit in these jeans naw mean |
| Funk Master Flex Fastlane |
| Shake Ya Body |
| Gone Delirious |
| uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me |
| You Get Dealt With |
| You was my sister, who used to dream together How we could make it real big, do our thing together Huh, Thelma & Louise together, remember them days? Them niggas we played? Now we don't even speak Went our seperate ways, seperate lives Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it |
| My Life |
| See til noon, wrap Pam Grier's hair Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce she wear |
| "Queen Bitch" |