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Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Yeah, it’s I.R.S bitches! You know what it is! You’re now hustling with the godmother! cocaine cow girl [Hook] Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause! [Verse 1:Lil Kim] I gotta give it to you Here’s your round of applauds! Gigs up baby, the final curtain call The black widow, symbol of corruption! Don’t know by now, you goin' to get accustomed Pay attention homie, follow instructions Kim is about to show you the art of hustlin' Cold-hearted, mobbin' through Brooklyn Ain’t no shook hands over here, we get it cookin' I strike harder; I’m 10 times smarter I sneak up on you like Japan did Pearl Harbor I’m a fire starter, back draft, don’t stand too close You catch a heat rush, its kim blanco, homie the head honcho The queen, rains and pours Hope you got you'r pancho So mention my name out of your mouth And before you take a bow, we'll be clapping from the crowd [Hook Lil Kim and I.R.S] Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause! [Verse 2: Lambo Lux] Since y'all bitches like attention, Come get some! A million ways of dying, Nigga just pick one! I’ma ill shot, I’ve got a sick gun And it’s contagious, so you’ll catch it even if you run Ah, and my niggas feeling flu-ish too! Disconnect you'r phone line, no calling troops Pull up 100 deep I.R.S the crew We need the four doors, can do the coupe Shootin' at you actors, like movie shoots And I’m a vet, baby! You just the new recruit So mention Kim name in your songs, and I’ll be at your show With a round of applauds [Bridge] Clap, clap! It's Kimy Blaco! You already know I gotta shooters And our clips is full in case you want some more I think I hear encore! O.K dash! Clap, clap! [Verse 3: Dash] I think you deserve standing o' Its young Dash, I’ll be everywhere you’re scared to go Just Left the west like Amber Rose Now I'm back in B.K. In that Phantom Ghost Let’s have a toast, not for the douche bags For your old school niggas, It's that new swag It’s that new shit, on that new track Ain’t nothing young, its that gourmet cash Money Its that big bank take little bank If the queen say its beef, then you want a dinner plate So mention Kim name in your verses And we gonna clap it up, till they close the curtains [Hook] Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause! [Verse 4: I.R.S] O.K.! I.R.S. will eliminate the imitation They on death road, execute the perpretation! Niggers we try our flight, permanent vacations This model is 18, that’s my standing ovation No Jersey show, but we handle the situation Send my enemies up, elevation! I’m a bad boy just like Biggie was White and Navy when I ride through the city cous' My turf all blue like oil state We bench press niggas, and we lifting more then weights So mention Kim’s name in your rap And we’ll be back stage with the hammer pulled back Clap, clap!