text: 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