Time to Shine Lil' Kim (Ft. Mona Lisa)

Uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Peace to all the Gods
Peace to all the Gods
Yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths
Queen B Bitch, Poppa keep me rich
Ain't gun tottin', keep floatin in them automobiles
Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins
I got half a mill stashed in the boat station
For womanizers and a handful of hoes that hate me
But lately, it seems people make the world go round
From A to Z, I breaks 'em down alphabetically
Pathetically, I puts the pressure in ya jones
Bet you fold like a Motorol(a) burner
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All that bawlin', cryin'
Lyin', 'cause this black Queen is shinin'
You didn't know I was Lieutenant, bitch, well that's primary
You just a secondary secretary
Envy against me
Because I stay laced in Ellen Tracey, Dolce & Gabanna
And people love me for my style, my personal
Niggas go wild and want to have my child
But I just sit back and enjoy
The optimism given from a girl to a boy (what's it all about)