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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that bitch with a looks
Come through with a crooks
I just know what it takes to get money like Blow
Catch a body, get a lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of
Act like you want some of this and give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
That'll stick with the aisly and piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is
ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the at 718
Ride town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in the size of plates
You ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby
Ain't a alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you but heat
is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass
You hoes is to irritate me like a yeast infection
heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I it down for my badies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here the Beehive

2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant numbers
I'm tryna sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you and I'm grippin' this tech
that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, piss on the steps
And keep the on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it

[Chorus: Kim]

The
Fuckin',
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' the Tef-Teflon bitch

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
The

[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't
Beatin' niggas close to with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I barked on, to hot to handle
And my bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for tan rover
Stash box hold guns like soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, the name I earned in the streets
my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I slugs meltin' your chin
When I you over the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' waves
Or snatch face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas they hard, but they softer than bread
When them hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
Even if I you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is
The Advakid and Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and
Snippers put red dots on your like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit head
I'm slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I got
Am I gon' be with her for long, not
Unless you're cute and suck a like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they bust caps
Niggas talk ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha around your mouth and holler out
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