Lil' Kim - Black Friday Lyrics

Its funny cause, you know, weve been asking people what they wanted to know.
I mean, clearly, youve been having this thing with Kim.
And I dont know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that youre a rapper 
and Im thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming -
even though you say its not specifically about her - that Romans Revenge is for Kim.

Umm, you know, she just really jumped and you gotta be careful when you pick fights.
And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know 


Who the fuck want war?
Fed-Ex beef straight to your front door.
It'll be a murder scene,
I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th.
Aight you Lil Kim clone clown,
All this buffoonery shit stops now.
Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud,
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage.
We all know your last name's what got you your job,
You's a put together gimmick, somethin like a collage.
Since you're putting on a show you gon get the applause -
Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah)
This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for --
This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for.
I'm still counting what Hard Core generated.
Bet my shit keep spendin like a syndicated.
Corny broad, I leave you bloody like you menstruated.
You hot air ass bitch shoulda BEEN deflated.
This ain't a championship fight, I BEEN the greatest.

See the fact is... what you doin, I did it.
You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it.
That's cool, I was the first one wit it -
You's a Lil Kim wannabe, you just hate to admit it.
I'm the blueprint; you ain't nothin' brand new,
Check your posters and videos,
you'll always be number two.
I seen em come, I seen em go, still I remain.
Sweetie, you goin' on your 14th minute of fame,
Im over 10 years strong still running the game
Cut the comparisons Im in the legendary lane.
Fighting for a spot? Child please, Im solidified.
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried.
Either you high or sippin that shit Wayne on
I get top dollar for whateva my name on
Go stick your head in a tornado - brainstorm.
I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm.

Black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto,
Giuseppes when I step out, post it up in stilettos.
Pussy so pink like my Kitty sayin Hello,
If I whistle theyll pistol whip you in all five boroughs.

Im from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably.
Now who pumped you and told you to come romp wit me?
You the type to run your mouth and then run from me
Im poppin off in your hood wit no company.
Come on, Queens aint showin you no love,
I was there the other night poppin bottles with a thug.
You like Washington. Heifer, Im Benji.
You got a buzz right now, and I had a frenzy.
Oh yeah, welcome to the fam& Fendi.
You needa stop, youre not hot, youre a burning match
That means the end is near soon, copy that?
Ho, I see...they really got you gassed
Like Im a thing of the past.
Better slow down, dummy, you bout to crash
STINK PUSSY HO! Im giving you a bath,
Thermometer in hand and Im comin for your ass.
Who you think you gettin past?
I see right through you, your whole shit is made of glass.

I draw back, Im a Brooklyn Borough bitch,
Rep for my borough bitch,
Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit.
I ride out til the wheels fall off
And my niggas squeeze til the last shell go off.
Fuck your whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos.
Yous a airhead bitch... scarecrow.
Ha, aint nothing old bout my money bitch. (Ha ha)
This is grown liquid assets.
Benjamins my daddy, you Young Money bastards!
You and Diddy? Sorry, bunch of swaggerjackers.
I mothered you hos, I should claim you on my income taxes.
Bobby Fisch in the flesh, talk about a great.
So on my next move, Im yelling checkmate.
I smell a massacre. Im Charles Manson,
You dont stand a chance wit her.
Jeffrey Dahmer, you lookin like lunch to me.
Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy.
Leave your whole head red like Peg Bundy.
Youre hilarious, thanks for all the laughs 
Youre garbage, so Im taking out the trash.
You, shit on me? Cmon baby girl...
Aint enough ass shots in the world!
Youre a nuisance, youll probably steal my new shit
But you could never fuck with me, so chuck it up, deuces.
All around the world I ball like a ball team.
I stack chips, call me Mrs. Rothstein.
Trix is for kids, silly rabbit, youre my offspring.
Kim more anticipated than a LeBron ring.

"I mean I know... I know you guys asked me if Romans Revenge was about Kim...
and no, I, its not about Kim...
Actually if Kim thought it was about her, Im so sorry.
Im so sorry, I apologize, Kim.
I dont know, I just had temporary insanity... I lost my teeth and my mind..."

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