Lil' kim, eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie martinez (appears on the unedited of the nothing to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, here's one, and another one From kim, the queen bee
ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight keep the right Yo I just made motherfucker up last night And uhh... I'm the on this all-star team Me and kim is gettin' like thelma and louise But on chrome never leave that brooklyn alone So if you say on then it's on
Bang in your whips Pack 'em call the roadie with the chips in the Here's a kiss I dismissed all you chicks split six from the Make you dance I stay in the dopest Like a penny a hole in it y'all just hopeless And toke this I lyin' Niggas to knock me off keep tryin' All it takes is one call to my street team Promote that ass like a soundtrack new ci-tay Set it off with eighty-fiftay Y'all missin' the what the fuck Bump biggie in the truck a buck to my several bitches Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya It's the rap mae to q-b And I got all my with me
Oh this is night, and our rhymes is tight Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) Oh this is night, and the feel is right Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Uhh, the one packin' a gun Got some raw chicks for that lay that ass flat I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs with Get ya back up on the right Ain't no stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' gets my on From flavors frozen at paradise joint Booty shakin' with the glass in my one Right hand step-son To me my girls is fancy fly To my niggas straight and to them other chicos Lady ain't havin' that shit If you ain't got the cash to stash suck my dick a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss rap singer I be the one to blame as the keep risin' To the top and it stop
Y'all see how these bogus niggas try not to notice the bitches Approachin' good intentions but focusin' on they riches If too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen dicks stay lifted when they thinkin' of me Cause the rhythm I kick them like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with sluggers off the nine milli luger Bitches we just, keep kickin' up dust And you can spread rumors is makin me sicker than head tumors me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me Playa niggas be buggin' I can tell Cause the thug in me wanna sell and push keys to get me mo' of deez, vv's and m3's Smoke weed from overseas pimped out rol-eys Fuck the police keep my obese Who the windy city still comin' and gunnin' Straight the chi Tonight's the for all the ladies let's get high
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know I'm sayin' I ain't even gon' leave sayin somethin' on this track You ain't gonna use me to just be hooks What I look like patti or somebody nigga heheh Check it out, uh huh,
Oh what a You should be missy 'stead of bein' like mike I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' Me and lil' kim got the rhymes to I gotta catch a Aheheh, round and shit Niggas can't see us from elektra to Aaaaoooowwww wanna be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
night, ladies night...