Magic Stick

[Chorus 1: 50 Cent]
Ahhhhhhhhhh
I got the magic stick (wooo)
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I'll hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic
What? what?
Magic
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I got the magic stick

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive stick I don't share with the world,
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
I speed it up, straight beat it up
.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke

[Chorus 2: Lil' Kim]
I got the magic clit
I know if I get licked once, I can get licked twice
I am the baddest chick,
Shorty you don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic
What? what?
Magic, uh-huh, uh-huh
I got the magic clit

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
'Cause my head game have you head over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
And I ain't out shopping spending dudes C-notes
I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I'm answering the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "Drugs", baby, I'm makin ya high!

[Chorus 3: 50 Cent & Lil' Kim]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic
What? what?
Magic
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I got the magic clit

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
I put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin' it
Sex ain't a race
But I have a thug nigga breakin records and the time is
One minute, six seconds
Magic stick
I got the magic box
Have that ass trickin' after one back shot
The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot
The minks, the leathers, the CL drop

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I'll hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic
What? what?
Magic
I got the magic stick

[Chorus: Lil' Kim, 50 Cent & Lil' Kim]
I know if I get licked once, I can get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you magic
What? what?
Magic
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I got the magic stick

**Beat plays out**

[Skit]
Radio Host: Hot 103 double B.U.Z
You listening to Queen Bitch Radio

Lil' Kim: You listening to 103 double B.U.Z. and right now we're about to go to the phone lines
Who do we have on the phone

Caller #1: Yo this Kim?

Lil' Kim: Yo, what's the word, who this?

Caller #1: What up Kim? it's Devondre

Lil' Kim: What's the word Devondre

Caller #1: What up?, what up?, yo that what's the word joint is crazy

Lil' Kim: Ha ha, you like that?

Caller #1: Kim I'm feelin' you, I love you
I've been listenin' you all these years, everything you do is, oh my God

Lil' Kim: Thank you

Caller #1: Yo, you, you the shit Kim

Lil' Kim: Ha haaa

Caller #1: I'm tellin' you them joints is bananas

Lil' Kim: Thank you

Caller #1: But yo Kim, Kim for real

Lil' Kim: What's up?

Caller #1: Yo I wrote you these sixteens, some shit I really want you to say

Lil' Kim: What? motherfucker you can't be serious, don't you (but) know I write my (but) own shit

Caller #1: Yeah but...

Lil' Kim: Give that shit to Foxy, next bitch

Caller #2: Put the phone down, put the phone down

Lil' Kim: I can't hear you, hello

Caller #2: Yo, yo, yo Kim what up? what's poppin'? it's Killa from up North

Lil' Kim: Ohhh so

Caller #2: Yo what up?

Lil' Kim: You callin'
Yo that's gangsta

Caller #2: Yeah, yeah gangsta

Lil' Kim: That's gangsta baby, I like that

Caller #2: Yeah, yo, I'm feelin' you

Lil' Kim: Killa, ha ha

Caller #2: Word to mothe, yo I'm feelin' you, I been feelin' you

Lil' Kim: That's

Caller #2: Nah I mean

Lil' Kim: That's real

Caller #2: The whole Queen Bee

Lil' Kim: Ahhh, baby that's

Caller #2: Brooklyn, Queen B, Killa, Killa B

Lil' Kim: (Laughing)

Caller #2: Yo

Inmate In The Background: Yo, what's up, let me get a shout out

Caller #2: Yo

Inmate In The Background: Let me get a shout

Lil' Kim: Yo, who?

Caller #2: Yo chill

Lil' Kim: I don't got...

Inmate In The Background: Let me get a shout out man

Caller #2: Chill

Inmate In The Background: Let me get a shout out

Caller #2: Yo hold on, yo hold on

Lil' Kim: (Laughing)

Caller #2: Yo son I'ma let you rock son

Lil' Kim: Who is that in the background

Caller #2: Yo son I'ma let you rock just hold on, just hold on, yeah Kim but anyhow

Lil' Kim: What's up Killa baby? what's the word?

Caller #2: What's, yo, what, tell me some, can I get a package?

Lil' Kim: Oh

Caller #2: Somethin'

Lil' Kim: Oh I got that, you know what

Caller #2: Yea

Lil' Kim: As a matter a fact, I'ma send you a kite with my panties attached to it

Caller #2: Ahhhh, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Lil' Kim: I got'chu

Caller #2: That's what I mean

Guy In The Background: Killa, Killa, Killa

Lil' Kim: I got'chu Killa

Caller #2: That's what I mean

Lil' Kim: I like that

Caller #2: Yea, yea, hold on

Inmate In The Background: [?]

Lil' Kim: You real dog

Caller #2: My, my shit is on fire

Inmate In The Background: Your cell man, your cell is on fire

Caller #2: Yo what?, yo s.., yo hold this phone for a sec, yo what the fuck, yo y'all niggas knew my [?] is fuckin' killa

Lil' Kim: (Laughing)

Caller #2: Y'all know me man

Inmate 2: Ay yah, ay yo what up mami

Lil' Kim: Who'd this?

Inmate #2: It's Black

Lil' Kim: But, where my nigga?

Inmate #2: Oh, Killa (Killa) shit caught on fire but don't worry 'bout that, what's goin' on?

Lil' Kim: (Laughing) Nothing baby, what's up?

Inmate #2: What'chu got on?

Lil' Kim: What I got on?

Inmate #2: Yeah

Lil' Kim: I got on some Gucci thongs. But they the edible kind, you know they tatse like Twizzlers

Inmate #2: Ahhh shit

Lil' Kim: I got on a bra, gucci bra

Inmate #2: Ahhhh

Lil' Kim: Wit [?] connected at the

Inmate #2: Ahhh, for real

Lil' Kim: At the, at the shouldersssss

Inmate #2: Oh shit

Lil' Kim: And the nipples is cut out tho

Inmate #2: Oh man

Lil' Kim: You know

Inmate #2: Ahhh

Lil' Kim: My body is (ahhh) real oiled up right now

Inmate #2: Ahhhhhh

Lil' Kim: Wha, what the fu?

Inmate #2: Ah, ahhh

Lil' Kim: Oh my God, no he didn't. Oh my God, it is real up North. Yoooo. Shout out to all my...up North niggas