Lil' Kim - Durty Lyrics

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[Intro: Millie Jackson] 
Due to the fact that there are 
some people 
Like the lady over there said she was 
Who thinks I'm dirty 
I really couldn't give a shit but 
'Cause ya'll by my records 
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty 
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it 

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] 
Why all di durty nigga dem sit around and judge me 
All dem a chat bout, don't even budge me cause 
Mi no owe nobody no explanation 
I convert it over to di almighty one 
When dis bad gyal come out 
We jus run dem in di morgue and dem can't come out 
some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth 
some a di durty niggaz need to jus shut dem.... 

Lil' Kim stay hot 
Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foor yacht 
Man this hatin' don't stop 
Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me 
I know my vets in the game got to feel me 
'Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door 
Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw 
Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor 
Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core 
A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me 
'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me 
Watchin' them is like a Broadway play 
Sittin' next to the Queen 
Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn 
Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be 
I'm the reason why the game's so sexy 
The originator, the trend creator 
Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me 

[Interlude: Millie Jackson] 
I know what you think, she's such a fuckin' lady 
Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way 

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] 
Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it 
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down 
Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it 
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down 

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat 
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh 
So don't preach to me 'bout singing 
All I want is mah self respect 
You see your words don't mean a thing 
Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh 

The feds pinched me for shootin' 
But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music 
This jealous muthafucka and this prosecutin' dyke bitch 
Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks 
Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop 
These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught 
You see when you on top, niggas want what you got 
Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you 

So don't preach to me bout singing, I, I am just a woman 
You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human 
And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on 
I'm gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on 
I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on 
I...gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on 

So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad 
That's just between me and mi God 
And if mi waan fi shot out and gwaan like mi bad 
That's just up to me 

Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it 
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down 
Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it 
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down 
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat 
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh 
So don't preach to me 'bout singing 
All I want is mah self respect 

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lyrics submitted by luvly679 on 10-06-2006
lyrics corrected on 10-06-2006