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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy

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

[Verse 2:
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the
Breathin' dro colored Benz's dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off feet
I'm Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's from the pharmacy, get it correct

Lil' Kim]

The
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the bitch

Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death my house slippers on
You a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a on my blunt
I spit a and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do with razor blades stuck in my mouth
a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you
Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be the beats
Melt my pen, I have meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you
And you better wear a metal hat when you on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, your waves
Or snatch face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it be five 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' head off and have Kim auction your (Beehive)
See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand
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:
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my
A pump in trunk and a nine the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face freckles
Don't me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I got
Am I gon' be her for long, probably not
Unless cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip
When it come to my money, suggest you that
'Cause you know fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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