"Now you've seen this before; don't, don't tell me what's been happening. Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy(?)"
Yea yea yea yea - I'm back Aw yeah - I'm back I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Aw yeah - I'm back I'm back Yea yea - I'm back I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down If Styles say get you, without no doubt I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost (Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant And you snitch niggaz tryin to get a nigga locked up Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (She Bonnie, I'm Clyde) (I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized) Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap - yea yea yea yea And I'm about to murder cats - aw yeah And I'm about to murder cats - yea yea yea yea (It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us)
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you I need an antidote.. to take away the pain I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless (What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh) Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh) They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is) Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin (Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could? It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
It's the Ghost And the Queen I'ma shoot at most of your team And I'm leavin with most of your cream Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that I'ma kill a made nigga And I'ma kill the witnesses Y.O. nigga Crooklyn bitch Nigga bust off your hammer And cook them bricks If you really had dough like you said you did We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight? Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White And I ask niggaz who wan' dance And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance" S.P. the Mack Milli' Q.B. the Tech Got the +Money+ and the +Power+ Now where's the +Respect+?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
