Dangerous niggas   Uhh Black Rob shit   Y'all don't know?   Uhh Uhh   Danegerous niggas   Lil Kim and Black Rob yelowman   P Diddy , the moment you all been waitin for   Murder yeah , ha ha yeah      [Black Rob]   What y'all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South   Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth   Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin   Like I won't slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse   Till you get home, I'm amped like a part of ya couch   Then sit on me, that's what I'ma spit filthy   Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me   Tried to tell his coward ass it's real   Actin like I can't get through that Slomen Shield   I'm a veteran, I'll take leathers and furs in front of him   Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers   Still sending ?kites with birds?   Nothin's heard, feds wanna tap my word   Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds   You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches   Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches   Give respect where respect is due   Keep frontin, and I'ma put the tech to you   Coward      CHORUS: Lil Kim and Black Rob   Dame espacio   Man back up off me   Dame espacio   Can I get a minute to breathe?   Dame espacio   That means give me space   Dame espacio   Damn back up off me      [Black Rob]   Like I'm just talking like I never did these things   Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings   I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine   Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm   Press the button bitch I'm not havin   Or it'll your ?super? employee leave in a bag and   Black wagon, bait boy I'm not braggin   It's a promise, I'll take em to school like Nastradamus   It's my thing do what I do best   Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts   How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls   What's mines is mines, what's yours aint yours   Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours   Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs   Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won't lamp in the hall   Like New Year's and drop the ball, bitches!      CHORUS      [Lil' Kim]   Where I come from, we all got guns   Be a hundred of yall and we still won't run   Call the cops, they still won't come   We bang on niggas like we playin the drums   These cats think they know me Black   Well I hit em over the head and say "Homey don't play that"   Listen to they rhymes and say didn't I say that?   Damn, I'm the shit, it's like I'ma nigga they be bitin my dick   Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks   Go on y'all can have my flow   I extort y'all hoes for all yall dough   And by now I think all yall know   Who's the winner, still champ by T.K.O. WHAT      CHORUS