[Lil' Kim]
  S-W nine millimeter, check
  Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
  Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
  Alright Puff, I'm ready to go
    Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
  (Kim let's go!) Slow down bab' bro
  You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
  Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandana
  Here take it - in case I don't make it
  cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it
  The way I see it, mmm, sexual
  In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
  Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake
  One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
  Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
  and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me
  And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch
  and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics
  And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him
  And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA
    [Chorus: Grace Jones]
    Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..
  Lose control.. got nowhere to go..
    [Lil' Kim]
  I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle
  I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple
    [Lil' Cease]
  A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shit
  Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit
  You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
  I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave
  They at this resteraunt that serve African food
  where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
  You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana
  Half-African but she looked like Madonna
  Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
  I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
  And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak
  I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep
  and she the one who told me where these cats is at
  I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c'mon!
    [Chorus]
    [Lil' Kim]
  Uhhh, uhhh! Uhhh
  We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
  Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)
  The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches
  (Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
  I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz"
  And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up
  I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup
  And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
  Them niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie
  Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
  Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
  All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles
  Cut his head off, masochist style
  Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
  When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese
  My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
  Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider
  And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
  I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick
  And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
  We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum
  Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
  Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then
  My trigger finger started itchin
  Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
  and next second, you missed it
  Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July
  Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
  I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
  Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
  One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty
  (Here, I only got one shot left!)
  But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death
  but he was helpless,
  this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis
    [Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)]