Troubles Lyrics

Mmm, mmm-mmmCheck it out, the Queen BeeThat's meMy man Flex, he's up nextYeah, check it outHey, yo FlexThere's a lot of mufuckers out here that wanna be like us... real badBut we got to show them who's on topNuhmean?Uh, check it out, uhFellow bitches, adapt to any rebel wishesCheck it out, the Queen BeeLil' Kim, YeahThat's rightLil' Kim in the houseCheck it outWit my man, FlexUhSometime a gal can get couth, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!Ain't that the truth?Frontin like they bulletproofAn dthose with no couthGet thrown off the roof, like Bishop with the Juicepart-nah, let your noose looseBitches got the audac-itytryin to say they gettin cash like me, get ass like meYou couldn't be as classy as meEven if you roll a Eva curtainand diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purposeHoe, I'ma double bitchI lick dicks sometimes for the hell of itWho stack chips like computers never celibateStash weed in BermudaLook around, look around, the room's emptySo, I guess that be meThe Queen B, Double EI keep my foes closelike I used to chop my hoes closeBut this cat named Gicanno'sWho used to call me bag ladyCause if you lick me from myindex finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numbSee, I live this life, you wish this lifeDream this life, of royalsMotherfuckers got you gas motor spoiledSo what you gonna do when you run out of oil?Crumble like the foilThis goes out to youSealed with a kiss, the QueenuescheUh, yeah, check it outMe and my man Flex; we just doin this shitThat's why I'm up next, you know what I'm sayin?We been there