Lil Kim is 
Queen Bee 
 
Its Lil Kim, the one they all love and hate
The Queens back bitches, regurgitate
I got these hoes real sick like a stomach ache
Blue-faced Rollies, animals on my vertebrae
We out the country, nah we dont do States
Married to the game, nah we dont do dates
Im eatin good, but I gotta watch my weight
Fourteen carats in my salad gold plate 
I treat the track like a bedpan
I got ill thoughts, need a head scan
Got that old money, like the Bread Man
Thats why these bitches all rotten like a dead man
From London to Italy, Romania to France
Im diplomat status, check the passport stamps
You hoes is pathetic, faker than prosthetics
Somebody call the paramedics
I got these hoes 
Cause the flow 
They at the show 
Front row 
Queen Bee 
Lil Kim is 
The ass 
And the pussys 
The swag 
Birkin bag 
Jimmy Choos 
Bentley coupes 
Queen Bee 
Lil Kim is 
No fake shit, permanent realness
The minute that you feel this, its terminal illness
Incurable, they aint able to heal this
All I ever try to do is give you the real Kiss 
Let it off then we fleeing the scene
They aint see us but they heard that it was me and the Queen
I got this Tom Ford shit on, and she in McQueen
Think Im going colorblind, all I see is the green
Aint worth counting if it aint done properly
House on the mountain, V12s on the property
Cup full of drink, big Dutch full of broccoli
Cancer on the track, even Dre cant doctor me
No penicillin, no antibiotic
Just the Purple Haze, lil something exotic
Booth or the barrel, quicker to the cabbage
Al-Qaeda Jada, sicker than your average
And you know Im 
Chain got em 
Game got em 
My name got em 
I been had em 
Cause my bars is 
Yeah 
Nothing like yall Im 
And you know Im 
Chain got em 
Game got em 
My name got em 
I been had em 
Cause my bars is