Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop B I G, rock-rock on Uh, huh, and it don't stop Yeah, yeah, and it don't stop Yeah, and it don't stop Queen Bee, rock-rock on Sometimes a gal forget cout 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 Read the 27th Psalm, sing along The Lord is the light of my salvation Thou shall fear when He calls So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood Y'all all will stumble and fall Still that's not all, bitches have the gaul To be writin' my rhymes, said B I G write my rhymes My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, y'all bitches seekin' publishing checks If I tell ya, if I tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, would you keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer Haters, if that don't please ya, I don't need ya Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas Yeah, I see y'all Colorful minks and things Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings Once, got to switch my pitch up Pin-stripped suits with gauders with vests Black pearls around the neck Come on, y'all chicks can't be serious How's the weather down there my dear, I'm just curious Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble You can never be me, you can only resemble Copped the presidential suites for weeks, y'all just a day out One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes? No disrespect, y'all bitches on them publishing checks If I tell ya, I tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, would you keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel (If I tell ya how I feel) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me Stop wastin' all of your time Doin' all that rappin', cuttin' or writin' Don't you know that she's the Queen Why can't you see? Y'all should just believe Everytime she tells you If I talk freaky, then that's my business If I dress freaky, then that's my business Got folks praticin' how to spit like this Sexy C E O makin' hits like this Huh? I know you pissed, but take some advice from me In five years, you'll be as nice as me But right now, nah, y'all ain't ready I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy If I tell ya, I tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, would keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel ([Incomprehensible]) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me If I tell ya, I tell ya now (Queen Bee, Queen Bee) Would you keep, would keep on feelin' me (Wha? What?) If I tell ya, if I tell ya how I feel ([Incomprehensible]) Would you keep bringing out the best in me? Stop stressin' me © ANGEL MUSIC LTD; NOTORIOUS K.I.M. MUSIC; UNDEAS MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com