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Nicki Talking]
Revenge, um,
you know, she just really out the window
and you gotta be when you pick fights
and that's what I've learned in this
you just know...

Kim]
Shut the up

Who the want war
FedEx beef straight to front door
It'll be a scene
I'm turning Friday to Friday the 13th
Aight you Lil Kim clown
all this buffoonery, the shit now
time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the
I put hands on this bitch a spa massage
we all know your name is what got you a job
you use to put gimmicks something like a collage
since you putting on a show, you gon' get the
clap clap, lift your frame a f-cking garage, yeah
this hood sh-t you and Drake built for
the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
I'm still counting what hardcore
bet my sh-t keeps like it's syndicated
corny broad I'll leave pyou bloody like you
your hot air ass bitch should have been
this aint a championship fight I've been the
see the is, what you doing I did it
lames to clone my style, run with it
thats cool, I was the first one it
you deluded kim wannabe you hate to admit it
I'm the Blueprint you nothing brand new
check ya posters and videos, you'll always be 2
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, I remain
sweety, you going on 14th minute of fame
I'm over 10 years strong still running the
cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary
for ya spot, y'all please, I'm solidified
with my tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried
either you high, or sipping that Wayne on
I get top dollar for my name on
go stick your in a tornado, brainstorm
I drop bombs, FLex,
and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppe's I step out, posted up in stilettos
p-ssy so like my kitty saying hello
if I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all borough's
I'm in Brooklyn, I'll be comfortably
now who pumped you and told you to come romp me
you the type to run mouth and then run from me
I'm poppin' off in your hood no company
on, Queens aint showing you no love
I was there the other poppin' bottles with the thugs
you like Heffa I'm Benjy.
You got a buzz right now, an' I had a
oh yeah, to the fam', Fendi
you need to stop, you're not hot, a burning match
that means the end is near soon, that
oh I see, they really got you like
think of the past
better slow down dummy, you bout to
stink hoe, I'm giving you a bath
thermometer in hand and I'm coming for ass
who you think you getting
I see through you, you're whole sh-t is made of glass

[Nicki
You see right me
How do you do sh...

Kim]
I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn bred bitch
rep for my borough
never been the type to have beef and try to settle
I ride out till the wheels off
and my squeeze til the last shell go off
ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo's
you's a airhead bitch,
haha, aint nothing old but my money
hahaha, is grown liquid assests
Benjamin's my you Young Money bastards
you and Diddy, sorry of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes, I should you on my income taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the
so on my move, I'm yelling checkmate

I smell a
Charles Manson you don't stand a with her
Jeffrey you looking like lunch to me
I'm to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy
leave yourn whole red like Peg Bundy
you're hilarious, thanks for all the
garbage so I'm taking out the trash
you sh-t on me, come on girl
enough ass shots in the World
you're a nuisance, you'll steal my new sh-t
but you could never with me so chuck it up, Deuces
all the World I ball like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Rosteam
tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, your my
Kim more anticipated than a ring....