Hit ‘Em wit’ da Hee Missy Elliott (Ft. Lil' Kim)

[Intro: Lil Kim]
Missy, uh-huh (B.I.G.)
Yeah, I like that

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Uh, it's the Q to the B to the
Double E, spittin' lovely
And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top
Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (Ha)
Think not, excuse me, but uh, I like to flow
'Cause this joint knocks harder then Indica
And I be off the wall like the Lox
Nightbox filled with Benjamins
Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans
Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Finnegan
Christians repent then sin again
Girls wanna be my friend again
Lay up in my crib of wit', get up in my linens and
While Misdemeanor hit notes like Sarafina
I subpoena you to my funk grooves see
I hit you wit' the huh
She hit ya with the hee

[Verse 2: Missy Elliot]
It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (You)
'Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes, yeah (Tunes)
I drive through your hood
And I hit 'em with the—