Artist: Eminem Album: Encore- Track 3 Song: I love You More (Kim2) Still love me? Take This (Clocks gun twice) You ready? One, two, three! (gun fires
When voices through the thin walls Speak of aberrant behavior and the videos, her only savior She turns it on when they're all gone And then she turns
So we're in one of our blue moods You wanna have it your way and I want it mine All this debating going 'round in our blue mood Makes me thirst for love
Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise Her hands are never cold, she's got Bette Davis eyes She'll turn the music on you, you won't have to
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck,
by lyin' 'Bout the clothes they be buyin' Some stores won't even let you whores in 'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass Kim surpass, all
the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red carpet Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim
my three-eighty Or the raven, oohwee I see Your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap Lil' Kim pussy how preposterous
Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear
in this motherfucker to get out their seat) Ladies and gentleman without further adieu (It's our time) I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch Lil' Kim
all ya names on it Hit 'em in the brain, niggas slain, layin' dormant Iced out grenade, wit' the big chains on it New Years blimp wit' big name on it Iceburg sweaters wit' Kim
'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai Win more skins than crack without dunja Tasty like a sundae Eat it like a Kit Kat Be forge a climax, replay back Lil' Kim
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
, check Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check Alright Puff, I'm ready to go Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster Kim
don There's nothing you can do To make me run away from this game here, this game here And there is no emcee To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
's on the dance floor And this fool is still behind me I am dipping through the crowd now Hoping that he doesn't find me He said, "Baby, where you going? Lil' Kim
it don't stop Queen Bee, rock-rock on Sometimes a gal forget cout Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that She rap but stay bangin' Lil' Kim
Undeas Lil' Ceasar The bitch pleaser Uhh uh, check it Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased