^{Intro Lil' Kim} Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I'm back, aw yeah I'm back I'm back, and I'm about to murda cats, aw yeah I'm back, I'm back, yeah yeah I'm back, I'm back I'm back and I'm about to murda cats ^{Verse 1 Lil' Kim} If you see a 7-45 and the body is wide Take a peak and make sure ain't no body inside Fuckin' with the Bee you might not make it alive Cuz it's murda, ain't talkin' Irv and Ja (You know) Ya'll sleep on baby girl, I sell them frowns 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'ma sex you real good, then I'm airin' you out Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdose That shadow that you see, that's my muthafucka Ghost (What up nigga?) SP, Lil' Kim, we in it to win it Do a bid for my crimey, that's my Co-Defendent And you snitch niggas tryna get a nigga locked up Come through in an Ice Cream truck and tear your whole block up (The Ice Cream Man is comin') ^{Chorus Lil' Kim (Styles)} Fuck that, bitches dont deserve to rap, yeah yeah yeah yeah And I'm about to murda cats, aw yeah And I'm about to murda cats, yeah yeah yeah yeah (She's Bonnie I'm Clyde I'll kill your momma and watch you stand there tramatized) Awwwwww Fuck that, bitches dont deserve to rap, yeah yeah yeah yeah And I'm about to murda cats, aw yeah And I'm about to murda cats, yeah yeah yeah yeah (It's the Ghost and the Queen Muthafucka get it touch wit us) Awwwwww ^{Verse 2 Styles} You know The Ghost will steal your soul from you (The Ghost) Lil' Kim'll pull the 4 and leave a muthafuckin' hole it you (And Lil' Kim) I need an antidote (Antidote) to take away the pain I smoke weed and crack a nigga canalope I used to dream of this (I used to) But now I got the money and house and the shit seems meaningless If the grind don't ever stop then my mind won't ever stop Nine won't ever stop They say you too violent, 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 guns, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin Watch the drama rise, she Bonnie, I'm Clyde I'll kill ya momma and watch u stand there tramatized You can't fuck with us, you think you could It's the Ghost and the Queen muthafucka get it touch wit us ^{Chorus Verse 3 Kim (Styles)} (It's the Ghost) And the Queen (I'ma shoot at most of ya team) And I'm leavin' with most of ya cream (Nigga knock of the riffin' shit Understand that, I'ma kill a made niggaa) And I'ma kill the witnessess (Y-O niggaa) Brooklyn Bitch (Nigga bust off ya hammer) And cook them bricks (If you really had doe like you said you did) You woulda ran up in yo crib and been took that shit (If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit) And your girl right behind ya with the ooh and the 5th (It's the Queen and the Ghost who's shit this tight) Yeah Frank is the King so call me Ms. Whyte (And I ask niggas who won't dance) And I got his back like that bitch from True Romance (SP the Mack Milli) QB the Tech (Got money and the power) Now where's the respect? ^Chorus It's the Ghost and the Queen muthafucka get it touch wit us Awwwwww