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

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand
I just know what it to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like
Ya'll think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards a game of tennis
Act like you want some of and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what it's
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll 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 is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't through shit, you just minors
What you know stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the licker, it's the baby sipper
a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my back like a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee bring you nothin' but heat
is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass
You hoes is startin' to irritate me a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The lady, I hold it down for my badies
better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

[Verse 2:
It's your boy, Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your
I'm like Rostein, low key and with numbers
I'm blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
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 a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, my set
It's from the pharmacy, get it correct

Lil' Kim]

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Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon

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

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

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

Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out
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