text: What?
  Heres another one
  What?
  What? Uh!
  Heres another one
  Uh! Uh!
  Live from NYC, its Q.B
  The heavyweight champ, female MC
  Girls say they different but uh see
  In all actuality, they wanna be me
  This chick running around with this stink ass gap
  And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
  You aint a star
  And your record company know that
  How you make all this money, get this far and blow it
  Im a businesswoman now so Im not concerned
  Id bet on Lil Cease before you and your Firm
  If this was back in the days I wouldve been snatched you
  Im getting money now
  Them bitches in the hood they can have you
  Stop paying these niggas to write yall shit
  For the right cream Id write a hot sixteen
  Better be careful what you say to me
  That same shit you shit
  Ima make you sniff
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
  Uh, uh, uh, uh
  Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
  Get it, Shyne tryna sound like him when they rhyme
  You aint a murderer
  Nigga, please come off that
  Im next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped
  Bum ass nigga dont even know how to bust a gun ass nigga
  You dumb ass nigga
  Rappers acting out the late Frank Whites path
  Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass
  Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
  Id rather find him by a boat doing the deadmans float
  We gangsters
  Real gangsters b
  Gun in the green room up at BET
  We gangsters
  Real gangsters nigga
  Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
  We gangsters
  We gangsters bitch
  Even more dangerous now were filthy rich
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
  Uh, uh, uh
  The moral of the story is this
  You aint queen bitch
  And you aint BIG dick
  Now Im pissed niggas on some 10% Dis
  Well shit Ima break it down like this
  Lot of rappers in this game
  Thats cool but uh
  Only one of us could rule
  You see its sort of like being in school
  Im valedictorian yall in the audience
  And Ive got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes
  You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes
  You local bitch Im worldwide
  Cant you see? Open your eyes
  I got you by a landslide
  Yall mad cause niggas love my style
  Colgate smile, Im a bad bitch child
  Cats be frontin like they one tough cookie
  All my real gs do the gangsta boogie
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Its the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
  U-S, you just lay down slow
  Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh