Whoa

My niggas pull triggas, 
stack figures, 
Whoa whoa whoa 
Snitch niggas, broke niggas, not my niggas, 
No no no 
In the club we sippin' Don P, sittin' lovely, 
Оh whoa whoa 
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beats 
Like whoa whoa 

Fresh out the federal building 
To Bently Coupes with the convertable ceilings 
It's the Black Widow, call me Ms. White 
I done been through it all, shoot-outs and fist fights 
Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong 
I get right 
Back with a classic, 
Now gimmie 6 mics 
Can't reach me on the phone, 
Then send a bitch a kite 
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes 
Stand behind Martin Luther King 
but I'm more like Malcolm X 
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, 
get it right, I'm Malcom X 
Please keep the peace 
'cause if cowards show me disrespect 
My niggas put his soul to rest, 
I don't wanna see who's next 
Champagne on my campaign, Kim for mayor 
Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator 
And I ain't trippin' off you rats and investigators 
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters 

Me and my team we trying to own casinos 
So we can all cop a crib like Pacino's 
Come through in a '06 Benz-ito 
The feds tryin' to shut us down like Nino 
We keep it goin' man, we keep it goin' man 
Won't stop, can't, gotta keep it goin' man 
See I do it for the fans, 
they'll never understand 
While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan 
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew 
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter's through 
Them faggots done did something that they can't undo 
Whoever ridin' wit' 'em they can get one too 
Coulda copped out to a 1 to 3 do 
Still took it to trial even though I blew 
Brooklyn style baby, that's how we do it 
Real gangstas and ain't got to prove it 

Now a party ain't a party 
'till the Queen come through 
You know where I go man, 
the team come too 
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2 
Lil' Kim's that girl 
even got her own shoe 
In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-o 
In the jail jumpsuit still a bad bitch though 
Rose from the ghetto, it was hard from the get go 
Then I showed the hood, the world ain't just for rich folk 
Get ya lil' dance up, 
B-K stand up 
Straight to the dance floor, everybody hands up 
Throw it up, get down, 
fellas hold ya pants up 
Ladies throw it right back, 
tell that nigga man up