CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Black Friday
It’s funny ‘cause, you know, we’ve been asking people what they wanted to know
I mean, clearly, you’ve been having this thing with Kim
And I don’t know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you’re a rapper –
And I’m thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are a**uming -
Even though you say it’s not specifically about her - that Roman’s Revenge is for Kim
Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights
And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know –
SHUT THE F**K UP!
Who the f**k want war?
Fеd Ex beef straight to your front door
It will be a murder scenе
I'm turnin' Pink Friday into Friday the 13th
A'ight you Lil' Kim clone clown
All this buffoonery, this sh*t stops now
Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds
I put hands on this b*t*h like a spa ma**age
We all know your last name is what got you your job
You a put together gimmick, something like a collage
Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause
Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a f**king garage?
This hood sh*t you and Drake ain't built for
This the sh*t this other b*t*h almost got killed for
I still counting what Hardcore generated
Bet my sh*t keeps spinning like its syndicated
Corny broad I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated
You hot air a** b*t*h, should have been deflated
This ain't a championship fight I been the greatest
See the fact is what you doing... I did it
Lames trying to clone my style and run with it
Thats cool. I was the first one with it
Yous a Lil' Kim wanna be, You just hate to admit it
I'm the blueprint, You ain't nothing brand new
Check ya posters and videos, You will always be number 2
I seen them come. I seen them go. Still I remain
Sweety you on your 14th minute of fame
Im over 10 year strong still running the game
Cut the comparison, I'm in the legendary lane
Fighting for a spot... Child please I'm solidified
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you b*t*hes tried
Either you high or sippin that sh*t Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my name on
Go stick your head in a tornado- Brainstorm
I drop bombs- Flex, Napalms
Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos
Pu**y so pink like my kitty sayin hello
If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs
I'm from Brooklyn I be everywhere comfortably
Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me?
You the type to run your mouth and then run from me
I'm poppin off in your hood with no company
C'mon, Queens ain't showin you no love
I was there the other night poppin bottles with the thugs
You like Washington heffa I'm Benji
You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy
Oh yeah welcome to the fam Fendi
You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match
That means the end is near soon, copy that?
Oh I see they really got you ga**ed, like I'm a thing of the past
Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash
Stank pu**y ho, I'm givin you a bath
Thermometer in hand and I'm comin for ya a**
Who you think you gettin past?
I see right through you, your whole sh*t is made of gla**
I draw back
I'm a Brooklyn thorough b*t*h, rep for my borough b*t*h
Never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh*t
I ride out til the wheels fall off
And my n***as squeeze til the last shell go off
F**k your whole team all I see is a bunch of wierdos
You'sa airhead b*t*h- scarecrow
Ain't nothin old but my money b*t*h
This is grown liquid a**ets
Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money b*st*rds
You and Diddy- sorry bunch of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes I should claim you on my income taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
So on my next move I'm yellin' checkmate
I smell a ma**acre
I'm Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me
Bout to kill all you b*t*hes like Ted Bundy
Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy
You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs
You're garbage, so I'm takin out the trash
You? Sh*t on me?
C'mon baby girl- Ain't enough a** shots in the world
You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new sh*t
But you could never f**k with me
So chuck it up deuces
All around the world I ball like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Miss Rothstein
Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring
Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring
"I mean I know... I know you guys asked me if Roman’s Revenge was about Kim...
And no, I, it’s not about Kim...
Actually if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim
I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity... I lost my teeth and my mind..."
I mean, clearly, you’ve been having this thing with Kim
And I don’t know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you’re a rapper –
And I’m thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are a**uming -
Even though you say it’s not specifically about her - that Roman’s Revenge is for Kim
Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights
And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know –
SHUT THE F**K UP!
Who the f**k want war?
Fеd Ex beef straight to your front door
It will be a murder scenе
I'm turnin' Pink Friday into Friday the 13th
A'ight you Lil' Kim clone clown
All this buffoonery, this sh*t stops now
Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds
I put hands on this b*t*h like a spa ma**age
We all know your last name is what got you your job
You a put together gimmick, something like a collage
Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause
Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a f**king garage?
This hood sh*t you and Drake ain't built for
This the sh*t this other b*t*h almost got killed for
I still counting what Hardcore generated
Bet my sh*t keeps spinning like its syndicated
Corny broad I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated
You hot air a** b*t*h, should have been deflated
This ain't a championship fight I been the greatest
See the fact is what you doing... I did it
Lames trying to clone my style and run with it
Thats cool. I was the first one with it
Yous a Lil' Kim wanna be, You just hate to admit it
I'm the blueprint, You ain't nothing brand new
Check ya posters and videos, You will always be number 2
I seen them come. I seen them go. Still I remain
Sweety you on your 14th minute of fame
Im over 10 year strong still running the game
Cut the comparison, I'm in the legendary lane
Fighting for a spot... Child please I'm solidified
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you b*t*hes tried
Either you high or sippin that sh*t Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my name on
Go stick your head in a tornado- Brainstorm
I drop bombs- Flex, Napalms
Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos
Pu**y so pink like my kitty sayin hello
If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs
I'm from Brooklyn I be everywhere comfortably
Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me?
You the type to run your mouth and then run from me
I'm poppin off in your hood with no company
C'mon, Queens ain't showin you no love
I was there the other night poppin bottles with the thugs
You like Washington heffa I'm Benji
You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy
Oh yeah welcome to the fam Fendi
You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match
That means the end is near soon, copy that?
Oh I see they really got you ga**ed, like I'm a thing of the past
Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash
Stank pu**y ho, I'm givin you a bath
Thermometer in hand and I'm comin for ya a**
Who you think you gettin past?
I see right through you, your whole sh*t is made of gla**
I draw back
I'm a Brooklyn thorough b*t*h, rep for my borough b*t*h
Never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh*t
I ride out til the wheels fall off
And my n***as squeeze til the last shell go off
F**k your whole team all I see is a bunch of wierdos
You'sa airhead b*t*h- scarecrow
Ain't nothin old but my money b*t*h
This is grown liquid a**ets
Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money b*st*rds
You and Diddy- sorry bunch of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes I should claim you on my income taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
So on my next move I'm yellin' checkmate
I smell a ma**acre
I'm Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me
Bout to kill all you b*t*hes like Ted Bundy
Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy
You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs
You're garbage, so I'm takin out the trash
You? Sh*t on me?
C'mon baby girl- Ain't enough a** shots in the world
You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new sh*t
But you could never f**k with me
So chuck it up deuces
All around the world I ball like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Miss Rothstein
Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring
Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring
"I mean I know... I know you guys asked me if Roman’s Revenge was about Kim...
And no, I, it’s not about Kim...
Actually if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim
I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity... I lost my teeth and my mind..."
